"Dust Song"

Seven years to me, yes A long absence of youth.

High school saw the "quilt is the Tomb of youth", like very much, and then every night in the evening to study the end of the night to hide in bed with the Nokia 6120C secretly see "The light of the Earth."

I used to like reading so much.

Senior three, for the first time bought "Dust song", it is a very wonderful day.

After reading this day, I have graduated from college.

Oh a smile, youth so whistling and past.

People have two levels of misery:

The first layer is pathetic: being educated or thought in a narrow way;

The second is the great tragedy: the way to be thought about being educated is narrow.

This passage, is seven years in HK at the reading of the professor to the terrorist evaluation after the sentiment.

In your United States, 911 of the perpetrators are terrorists, and in the world of the perpetrators, they are national heroes.

Politics is complicated, and most people are pathetic. The first layer is the current environment can not be changed, the second layer is probably only the ability to think independently of people can get rid of.

Memory is always tampered with, and the only effect is to exaggerate the original pleasure or pain, to foil the emotional comfort that is needed in the present.

A lot of times to beautify memory is only a way to complain about the status quo, always remember to live in the moment is the most important.

I often lost the crowd, inattention all kinds of strangers can not token face, think, the opposite of this person, how to live to this day.
She was born. A toddler in a diaper. She was in the third grade of primary school one day to take the exam is not good math test, after school dare not go home. She replaced her first baby tooth. She was suddenly overstating her stature. The first time she came to the period, from the school to come home, some panic, feel that can not export, then wrote a note to tell mother this matter. She took part in the autumn outing and lost a sweater. She handed her her first boyfriend. She graduated from senior school and studied at a local university. One day truancy slept lazy sleep, woke up in the afternoon, wearing slippers to the boiling water room. She chews bread and reads romance novels in a crowded dorm room. She graduated from the industry. She has found a job. She has known her boyfriend again. She was married. The house is only 50 square meters, life is calm. She just got off work at the moment and brushed me off with no expression ...
This rub shoulder for a moment, I guess finish her life, henceforth also never token this face again.

Recently always thought, if oneself status quo, do not think, do not work hard, always in their own comfort zone, my future life will be how? It was later found that the results were the same as in the present situation. As if life had been arranged, even the passers-by can peep your life. Poor, pathetic.

Between you and me as Qilv ancient poetry, you swipes set the first joint, I have to cut my will to antithesis your tonal, artistic conception, and finally rhyme for you.

This sentence is very beautiful, there are Jiang "April crack silk" style, like, just that.

I used to be your moonlight

In the old winter night

The hug is like a well

Well

In the water I am the Moon

Love its jiao net

Fall to pick up the false Li

For you are just a well

Love its cool

Stop and quench your thirst

The travels and prose sections are good, and the part of the novel is left with this verse.

"Dust Song"