2012年9月5日星期三
to fall crushed wings
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Infection of all things, life moved to handle tearful. Lips trembling, eyes blurred, linger between heart. Not you the one belonging to I ought to own an outcast despite voices of Scream in the valley, endless ...... face of sluggish imagine, his left hand holding his right hand, students, I Yi He and fear. Turned to meditation, both hands on his chest, exhausted mind to make a wish, and in the end found still absurd. Well, the so what? Or my sincerity is not enough? However, I gathered all the ideas, the original, this world is curved absurd springs, even more tragic is that I hesitate to drink the spring water. The once beautiful, heaven and earth, the flowers and the world, one wood a paradise, place. Drunk, crazy, crazy ... in a sunny summer butterflies wearing clothes, want to fly but can not flap, to fall crushed wings. That layer of tulle, how fragile, like the shells, the fear of being touched, touched on the break. , Transparent, eventually. The eyes closed Meditation. Sitting on the opposite side of the Buddha, listening to the sound of his teardrop, touched the heartstrings, sounded miss the original Buddha also emotions, this kind of sincere. See Khan, he went to pieces and oozing fat tip he afraid of what? Stand up, head in heaven, the foot was in hell. I finally understood, people, you want to go to heaven, you have to let others themselves aloft, otherwise, are the same ending. Drama off screen are life again replica, but a matter of time. Learning challenges. When the wind from the open arms showed calm, has long been smug, ground traces have disappeared. Smile at, gains a drunk a pool of plants and flowers, toes in the water Qingwu accidentally splashed a drops of water, only to see come off, all broken unbearable fatigue. Donned red yarn, fantasy and you ride with the End of the World. Ride a Pegasus, aside behind all the hustle and bustling. Standing on the summit of Baiyun driven sky with rotation, at the moment, mesmerizing. To keep pace with the happiness, personally culling of hundreds of thousands of disdain vision, feeling clenched his hands also failed to keep time, I confidently. Back to God, tiptoe breathing, but the fear of falling. Spread upward with weak, incompetent and shake off the ground, closed his eyes, looked the other way, is nothing more than the performance of self-deception. The smiled, Shuaishuaitou, forward-looking, like blocking my sight, so forget there are strong and brave exist. Pursuit, also pale color. Dream, or nothingness slim. Do they grow up, the long wings and flew away? I always ...
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