A day of Light clouds

Fleeting, I inside wearer in the word line, a red bean, a roll of depth, graceful hiding, a breght moon, a Song Tangyun, only to the discretion of the still, the kind of begonia, not quiet carmine, that is, turn around, dust, also want to decline in the rain, because I know, the present, there will be a person can read.

___ Preface

On the way to ome, once so vigorous, the resurrection to love, when a practice rejection, spent a few years of closure and trowel, looking back, brought a long sigh.

A don't, ome such as water, such as smoke illusion, once remember, after all, in exchange for love deep ape ageing.

Critical period, water-like, let you know in the water Mae, under the full moon in the water to see, those how many days and nights, swallowing lonely sorrow, if fuses, not idle slow alienation.

Life, if a shadow can infect you, why not investigate the learning to put down.

Time passes, some popularity, appropriate in one, if a meter of sunshine, always overflow heart, let you moved. Some fate, suitable for hope, and then quiet, livelihood in the old box, to a wind light cloud light day, clean up.

Life qualifications to take care of you, when five mixed haunts too long, will be stale, need to timely modulation of light, a road walk, will not stray.

A limitation, the heart of the journey exercise to autumn, a self-study of poise, if the stability will care about the bottom of the root. At any time clear back their heart, know how to delete the frugal, filter out the nostalgia, Jiugucheng, the days will be real down, into the simple.

Therefore, this life four seasons, will have the refreshing blue sky white clouds, in the bottom of my heart, atmosphere a kind of static gas. If the mind is wide, it will be in the measure of autumn, whispering a note whisper, to the appearance of Thanksgiving, the return of the years of mercy, together meditation blessing, all meditation and Ann!

Life, there is no perfect! Plants, there are always some feelings you put in the hearts of the most want to collect, but not necessarily sweet. Why not, take this piece of beauty out, to the wind to take away, so the position of the heart empty, wit lenient a new beginning!

A person's time, in spite of the labor of life, occasionally can poetic a few strokes, breeding a flower open, alone, in the world, go their own way, look at the flower viewing, not if publicity, only willing to do a post hasty anxious passer.

Perhaps the custom of freedom, nature has a hint of unruly wind, always willing to follow their own hobbies, in the blue sky under the open-minded green, observe the mortals, the body recognized the ups and downs, only willing to stay a part into the heart of the United States. Or perhaps, over the years by virtue of, has always been a hobby chasing in the art circle, treats the beauty of things, always scold, so, into the essence, there is a small daisy disdain, some time in the wind and rain in the direct hit, indulge in growth, both rain soaked, also willing to unrivaled.

However, the illustrations of human life, this is incomplete synchronization, sad and happy, a piece of air, an emotion, affect the body and mind, very directly in, will delete all clean, only willing to start over.

When a road, through the low-lying, fall into the jungle, swim across the ocean, and then the wind, only to perceive, life sometimes really do not need too far persistent, adapt to natural, all can be rejoice.

If the butterfly is destined to fly but the sea, why not in the most prosperous when turned round curtain, choose Corner, in a leaf modeled like Spring town, since the shelter.

Bai Mei said: "The journey, such as the wind, we are the wind of a small, may be micro-dust, maybe the water droplets, Xu Ye." Can eventually have the station, will take the wandering you me. "So, sadness and joy are all self-brewed, why not hold a clear Huan, Shun and Ann."

Leisure, I can listen to the rain, dripping wet green slate, no baptism of the dust, according to the window, can smell the fresh green, accompanied by the ancient town, as if the time to freeze, a window demeanor, gradually, the life opened into a quiet, not charming, vegetarian waiting for the next quarter of the meeting.

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A day of Light clouds