My dear.

Wind blows past, very elegant, light, such as the boat and come, a circle of Ripples Yi. Days, as the wind was blowing, to leave some memories.

The sky, is always beautiful, like a smiling face, let people look forward to what. Ideals, so pure lure people, like the Flowers in Eden Park, let people indulge, for it abortion into the red dust.

Life, through life, all the ideals of righteousness, add together, sometimes not a bread, a house, and spare is so, there are still some thoughts on their knees, standing, wandering, in the search, waiting for a end. The damage to the inner heart is caused by the rupture of the dream, and the dream after the rupture will stand up? Like the Moonlight, the moon and so on the moon, the moon is missing. However, dream is so fluttering, even its light is so lost.

In the mystery, take a look at the fluttering of the wind, there is my dear, I am free of joy. One day, faint, past. The mirror generally, according to oneself, but also has no refuge. Oh, when the dream no longer fluttering, it is the wind and go, the reality, fell in the red dust water, faith, become unprecedented wet.

There is a sound from afar, to the sun to herbs yourself. Oh, far away, to the distance, forgetting that there is a distant side. When the closest thing becomes vulgar, far tenor is finally so elegant. Where is the sun, and where is the sun light? The sun in the natural world, there are some places not to be, it is the shadow of life, it is the shadow of the outside, gradually become cold. The world, full of two sides, let the face of its side, at the same time bear the other side. The sun shines on the human side, but on the other side, it fills the shadows. One side is the day, the other is the night, like a drum, you have to beat this side, you have to beat the other side, and each side is your own life, and soul, folder in it.

From the sun, come out, go into the shadows, hide in a protective layer, look at the other one. What you see is the side of the sun, ignoring the shadows that are on the edge of the body. From the sun to the shadow, from the shadow to the sun, human nature, is always filled with contradictions. From childhood to old age, from old age to childhood, people in contradiction to view the experience of life, but lost many rely on the survival of the year. The water, people in the water feel, but in the water sank boundary.

Then, the light is still so elegant, like a familiar face. Oh, what should we say in March, from the frozen hour to the warm spring, to ourselves, and to this world? The frozen is a pure ideal, and the warmth of it is the red dust Zhang.

Red dust, so lure people, but filled with greedy greed, and not elegant. Elegant, far away from the red dust, but also like a dream in a comfortable paradise. Life, in the sky people.

In the sky, the wind is very elegant, such as the history of the river, an infinite number of tame soul, 蕩 on the surface of the water ...

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My dear.