Sunday, June 26, 2011

Inner spirit of the perfect

The philosopher compared to the perfect in mathematics, infinite between a near the end can not but to arrive. Nobody is perfect, no one can be absolutely perfect. But a life, get the most abundant perfect heart, relative to personally, inner spirit fully, because the tranquility of the rejected the arrival of the intruder, get rid of the outside world FuLi earned the temptation of ordinary people, the despise the satire. So we get a good mood. Make yourself interested in, sincere to those good people, life would be empty. This is a kind of inner calm and full, and those who ride unknown direction will never have heart treasure. They ask for money fame and fortune in the interests of others died, the outside world seems to be filled with enthusiasm, and inside was empty.
I think the riches of the inner spirit just may be eternal, to the world can leave erase the memory. Even by modern into the distant past, this time change, also not dusty in the world. But interest money just a thing apart, passing clouds that is." Including appearance was is the parents give us, the more call its in the capital were made for. After over after praise. Naive to think it's their value created in general. That is fleeting, once the recession but no other appearance inner spiritual pillar, become mourn. Life is short, we should be clear about what you want, not the wrong place, it is energy is sad. Also don't have to contend with the world. Though failed to reach the memory of all fanaticism and deep. But to achieve the life of the mind at ease and fulfilling. Also not the kui to in this world.

Your brilliant my summer

Last may, and to keep the summer, the strands of restless the sultry DianRan of the entire world, irritable, and my head singed burn the land of at a loss of heart.
You suddenly broke into my eyes, and suddenly you fill the my eyes, you suddenly spread into my heart.
You said I was my sister.
But I don't want to take you as my brother.
But I still choose to forget you.
Unfortunately I let go.

Last summer, I found your reflection, turned the world, only to find the second you.

Another may, summer to prise, is miss, it is disappointed, is empty or miss...... ah, death
In fact had thought that no matter how to also won't forget, in time the polishing of ruthless, will be forgotten.
In fact people are very unique feeling of animals.

Warm sunshine lazy early in the morning on his shoulders, like baby soft breath fell on skin, a warm warm pain.
That day, I met you.
So my whole summer, see you in the moment of death, all to.

You and I, inadvertently four eyes facing the, you know, three seconds, I remember you those unique eyes, let me see those the whole piece of pure sky's eyes.
I know your name, I know your telephone number, I know you, I know you often fight has a girl friend, and I know you are very happy.
I also know you are my dream, will never be able to dream.
Just, I will in each turbid to see his own night, crazy about you. The river flows through the grief at the mercy of the body, and then was black and blue all over.

Boy, if you can see, my love.
Girl, if you can see, his love.

The first sentence for you.
The second sentence to yourself.

Forgive me for not courage to you say I love you, forgive I have the courage to come into your world, forgive I have the courage to see that every day dialed the number of several times.
Forgive me, only once again the cowardly to let go...
Just, thank you BingHuangMaLuan pass my youth, thank you for my whole summer brilliant.

Oh, boy, you 'r e my love.
Oh, boy, the stupidest goodbye.

This summer, I turned the world, only to forget your reflection

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Martyrs tree

Remember when, like friends and play a game called shooting when the martyr "game.
At that time, the revolutionary war movie "batman ZhangGa", "shiny red star" see, boys hearts were full of hero complex. So I was a little homemade musket, slingshots, bamboo bows and arrows and other weapons. Guys in addition to see each other weapons, beautiful degree, and style over weapons performance and show off their shot. Usually in the village of the woods after drawing circle: woody when target, use grass, then fasten in choosing a good tree, straight and forceful wankou thick trees; "Retreat-" a voice called, you quickly away, away from the target. About five feet away from trees stand, then big guy turns shooting. At that time, the direction, the bamboo arrow flying about, MuBa shot when he clapping, cheering. Grand finale, is also the most lively scene is HuoYaoQiang feats. Open (bicycle chain do spear), tucked in the matches, charging (firecrackers fodder), pull on pin, slowly lift, aim at the flat, and pulled the trigger--" pa ", a cold mist of surged up smoke. "Ah," the crowd a ferment. In fact, the power of HuoYaoQiang homemade is not big, is usually ahead of the shots at first target. Everyone is actually want to listen to that a shot and find some movie hero shot the enemy's feeling just. Targeting finished, marksmanship row a sequence, usually by age size to row. Actually, this is not important, play with other children in, is not figure a lively and happy? Finally a link, and most memorable. That is awarded the selected hang wood target trees "martyrs" title. The truth and the simple, this tree after "bullets", trees for the revolution, should be brave dedicated a supreme honor. Then, a written with a pencil crooked "martyrs" two character white paper, with mud and arithmetic posted in the trees, everybody stood in a row, don't utter a word, stare at the tree, in the heart of a brave warrior mourning silently, a glorious "martyrs" eternal life......
Now recall the "hit the target, the tree when the martyr" game, let a person heart or filled with infinite daydream and happy. Freedom, innocent, brilliant childhood story, is how good ah. Grow up, only slowly did understand the meaning of "martyrs" to know "martyrs" two word itself is how heavy and sacred! What is not, can is called "martyrs". Childhood mowgli, children's language mowgli. That year, his friends and ZhuiShou individual trees for "martyrs", use now of the vulgar, it is "innovative" how rich!!!!!
The "tree martyr" childhood story, to tell you out. And now, is not far from our life, about the tree another version of the true story is staged, and jolting, disturbing. I live in the village, each spring, are bound to use trucks pull, crane crane send some trees to plant, what persimmon tree, old wutong and so on, to say to want to beautify the environment, improve the area surrounding bad taste. But before long, the one not to live of the tree, he hugs and dying, like a cadaver stand on the roadway...... Look again at the media reports related right, now, some cities will be very keen on large trees transplanting into the city from this phenomenon, called "the tree by image into the city". But the end of the story how? Classic tragedy. "People live, Noah." Noah dead trees The tree in different ground after transplantation, for several reasons, such as climate, planting season, transplanting techniques, often causes the tree for a move, tree branch blight, leaves fall, dry downside, which reduces the afforested effect, a lot of trees will die for does not adapt.
Therefore, the national green committee, the state forestry administration even the notice, "rob Peter to pay Paul" such wording, sharply criticized "trees into the city" phenomenon, in the national scope called "the tree by city"!!!!!
In the above quoted "trees into the city" story, in the heart of the unspoken taste. Unexpectedly and childhood "martyrs tree" story. At first when the abrupt fantasy: the urban soil and water and not because of all kinds of trees, they died of ultimate ending in where? If after death, also have some of the highest honor? Such as ever make a contribution to beautify cities was awarded "martyrs" title. Because no of the relevant report, I can only be careless guess, can't jump made. Mood calm, and I laughed, ah, "martyrs" trees this noun, just live in the memory and started life in the dictionary; Other people's life experience, flourishing city history, how can have this term?
Close the meditation, I'm very gratified. Because of my childhood "martyrs" trees are still alive, in that strange and familiar with the remote villages, that one rooted in rural soil in the woods. I dream of local tree is still alive, although had long been I and friends called the "martyrs". In their own territory, in rural the open fields, stubborn exist, is growing, with their own girth branches and leaves and green, weave the dream home full of hope. Open your eyes, my heart and a bit nervous. If one day, in memory of the tree, "martyrs" because a seemingly reasonable reason, and forced to flee, abandon their familiar local environment, move to the city, the results would happen? If they come, closer to me, I also will recognize them? They also will use green deity of carrying my childhood dream and joy?
Not only did I worry scared, silently prayed: "tree", should never be a martyr childhood dream life, not the death of symbols, and should not be the real world a "real death" state and the existence of......

Moans of the

Somehow, this night xiao Lin always sleep well, just a sleep will be a nightmare woke up with a start. Somehow get to four in the morning, and gets up early, walked alone on the road, let the morning breeze relaxed restricting the blowing the heart be agitated.
The road near his chest expansion, liu made a few deep breaths, a relaxed happy meal feeling, is preparing to sing a few pairs of improvisation, suddenly heard not far from the front spread a mournful sigh a. Xiao Lin can't help YiZheng: who's heart so early lament come out? Do what misfortune? Listen to the low voice continued: "' the fire burning baked, the thick smoke smoked wreathed graceful body green silk, unfortunately, 'ah, how I misfortunes!"
Xiao Lin don't TingBian, a listen to more surprise ", it is a tree in front of the yews moan, especially her a pair of pathos subsidiary, was outspoken about representation of his pain and misery. Xiao Lin gently in place, want to listen to a squat down on carefully, and understand the answer. Listen to the poplar again came a hoarse and part of the same with voice:
"I NaiDong hutch gentleman, down and out, the main street, has been making money for evil, real than may;
Your west wing for the passengers, made by the day, body damaged, let be shabby, is innocent. "
Xiao Lin cry for miles, a small tree look for cooking range in the grievances of recall heart. The Lin seems to understand many: this is that a disregard tree-planting green, make every effort to the human and the nature harmonious today, incredibly still trees, make the kitchen stove made mei heart unscrupulous money? He crush heart, continue to listen to angry willow sobs:
"At this time to play along, brilliance, usually associated with people feeling language; words qian
Up to now the fireworks XunXin, fold the beautiful trees, difficult to approach on development of capacity. "
Ah, good dismal LianYu voicing willow state of mind.
At this time, small oven sorry to know:
"Master mind greed, that tube a disabled qing yu;
Younger sister heart, because all trees help king zhou line. Brother furnace "
The open, with few minutes for ground to say:
"Woe to the disaster by people, must make except." Pause a few added: "there will always be people who'll pipe must have a tube this matter."
Small cooking range then recognizes his own desire: "yes, I am also 'only enterprises younger sister, is still willing to ban found the law back to east kitchen' ah."
Xiao Lin listen hard, or were in the heart, can't help but say sing a way:
Things their own spiritual world, and there is good or bad; said
There is none without love, die in Europe YanLiang sigh.
Xiao Lin the bard, stirred tree of dialogue, of the acoustic furnace to an abrupt end, and the streets again peace. Xiao Lin look at YeGuangBiao, have not five, at this time the street has a faint morning exercise figure, he also did not run at ordinary times the fun and stumped steps back, just want to go back to writing the warnings, and strive for as soon as possible before breakfast to hang out.
After breakfast, go to work to stop people are curious, and in the read silently beside a tree by hanging a few lines of big word:
Trees furnace, the harm the life;
Street made, environmental pollution. Focal
The trees, like the destroyed their children destroyed, forest protection wins the fathers of tombs.
The groans, human audio-visual;
If you want to stay in the green, heart line.
Inscribe is "xiao Lin" 2 words.
At noon, come home from school in a hurry came to the young trees and Lin, when cooking range has been found off, he breathed sighs of relief, looked the shaking the yews, the heart has the untold satisfaction.
Description: the moans of the end, this is a story of the commandments. We don't because of the moan and accident, let when your words and deeds and responsible. Laugh to see this nature, "it is so strange and wonderful, facing the generality of the host, 31, that he can don't rashness, an orderly and columns, all the order management; water tangible slipped out of the circumstances; grass, the wind intangible born, natural stone put at will; chun nuanhua leaves, the summer solstice tree long, autumn, winter snow to the fruit to fly. Who also have no it, big things, it so miscellaneous, but things, who also didn't it so easy not to force, the wisest man often seems stupid, very calm, bearing the wind is special, wind, rain is rain, thunder, electric air from heaven, all seem so harmonious and do everything so obedient. Although also have to live, but do not have to struggle to death and fear, the more

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Love is not a sympathy

I open my eye, see is white wall, around on the cover is white quilt, hand is attached to a drip.
How can I in the hospital? Just remember before like got a bad headache......
The door opened and I saw how he Lin in here? I was a little puzzled.
He came over: you come to? Head still hurt?
I'm a little don't believe looking at him: what's the matter?
You are ill, how didn't tell me before? He looked at me and asked.
??????? What you are saying? I asked
You know what I'm saying, why you never told me? He then asked the.
I have nothing to say.
I know I'm ill, but you don't intend to tube I, reason all ignore me, do I need to tell you? The heart is very injustice to.
How do you don't talk? See I didn't talk, he began to question.
Enough is enough, you not talk to me? You don't have to in here, I die and are you all right? I can't help but loud roar a way to him.
If it weren't for others to call me, do you think I know? I don't know that I won't be here. He seems to also don't fiddle.
I simply ignore him, because my heart.
For a while, he dropped a: soup in vacuum flask, drink it, I walk first!
Before I from the quilt her head to, and he went away.
Nose up at acid, anyway, I still take he can't. He never do not belong to me. Feel very sad!!!!!

Since you were in fifth grade I will know that my brain steadily a thing, and then often have headache problem. Remember once, I a person in the bathroom, wash your face, I so faint. Then I heard the fuzzy mother cry to say: allison ah, 10 million don't have it. I want to open my eyes, but cannot open, and passed out. That's the afternoon thing, I know I was morning woke up in the hospital. Mother saw I woke up, and hastened to hold my head to say: it's all right, all right. But, dad, I saw her from us wipe tears in. Grandmother in uncle was there, and I don't know why suddenly so DuoRen came, because usually only the big occasion before they will get together. Top junior high school of time, I once again into the hospital, or because of the headache, lived half a month of the courtyard, ate a whole year, when every time extracurricular labor medicine, the teacher in charge all let me stay in the classroom. I asked my mother: I'm ill, right? And I grow in the brain that thing about, right? Mother said: which have ah. Don't blind to think, you very healthy. I believe that the mother said, because the patient's look is usually bad, but I usually look very good, like ep-red Apple.

In high school, I got into the city, but the focus of the high school family would let me stay can a the academic key high school. Reason is this way, I can live in every day, also can eat at home. In addition to some disappointment, I have nothing, because everything is made from childhood to give I arranged them. I believe that my parents never will only be good for me.

After high school, I test is provincial university. Be like at the same high school, they arrange for me into a year of this province university. The reason is, too far away from they don't trust. My uncle is three a professor of the university, so that can take care of get me. So I peace there three years after reading the heart.

After graduation from the university, I want to go to have long sought Shanghai. But mom and dad have contact with good, let me go to young aunt there to work. So I quietly to shenzhen. In young aunt there to work, do a accounting work. I learn accounting, but they don't like the industry. In young aunt there, every day and go to work, with her work together, eat together, live together. That day, I feel very boring. Later, the younger sister is most of the time boyfriend and her boyfriend together. At that Time I feel so long big, I finally had his own Free Time. So while amateur time to learn some design aspects of it, and young aunt and her boyfriend start to prepare for their wedding, I tell young aunt, I want to leave the company. Although she didn't say much, but I know she don't want me to go, the company's financial need a reliable to do. Finally I still left there.

Parents know, want me to go back to my hometown.

This time I did not agree, because I think that little city here than we better, I like here, even if competition is fierce, but some can also practice myself. I'm eager for a person's life, really longing. So long I have never been to in addition to home and other city in shenzhen, until now to feel oneself is free. I didn't go back to my hometown, but my father let me go to bed every day before sending a message to him, to express my well-being. I say, then I will before going to bed every night to dad send a message: I'm going to sleep, the father mother good night.

I have reached the age of the love, I hope to be like other people that go hand in hand in the park avenue trails. But I haven't, in the school the people around him were already beginning be in love, but I haven't, because my parents don't allow, because at that time I was very good. I don't know why my parents always don't allow me to love.

Later I met vin, we fall in love. I love him, as far as possible is good for him. He loved me as much as possible, to me.
But parents don't agree, reason is I now also is too small, should not be in love.
I told them I am 25 years old, a lot.
Mother asked me for I don't, and vin together.
I resistance: vin where do not?
He has no where do not, you just now should not fall in love. Please. This is my mom gave me is not the reason of reason.
I love them, because I believe they were always the love I, since I know this.
I gave up vin.
And I started a person's life, I am away from the city.
The day to computer, holding the mouse on the hook some figure, I think I'm a numb.
Early evening rush to go to bed after cool, but again always can't sleep, I feel I am lonely.

I didn't tell my parents, they already know, just didn't tell me." Sometimes a mirror to look at yourself, I still can't believe, the doctor said is true. I think I know the parents great effort in doing this, yes for guys like me is should not fall in love, but really sad.

Later met Lin, I feel that I have something to live head. And they began to work hard, to start real life.

But, I happened to live is his, but he did not need to me so for him. This bothers me, distress to want to die, for death to me should be within reach. I think that death is can get rid of everything, can let you not think no want to one of the best method. But there's I most love the person, I is their only hope. I'm dead they will happen, and to this day, I still remember that year in fifth grade, mother with the scene behind my back tears.

The second day, Lin and come to the hospital.

As with the soup is. I remember when I said soup, and gave him drink, he said he can go to buy downstairs; I said to help him to clean the room, he said he has been asked of homemaking company; He said he does not need to be good for him, I really don't need; I say to you, I really want to really don't need your return.

But he didn't accept it.
Now he soup for my drink, also YiKouKou feeding me. I should feel happy, but I was sad.
I bad-tempered up: you go, I don't want to see you. Really, you go.
I now it must look like a poor bastard, I don't want to him at this time in my side.
I'll have you abandon, until... He stared at the sprinkled on the quilt soup said
Until I die is? I head and the pain, a little weakness to roar.
Doctor, I'm sure is faint, wake up of time has been late at night.
I CeGuo head to look at Lin sat beside my chair.
I open what to say, his hand on the lip toward aware of don't say.
He said, I know I've some too. Hand with do want to take care of you, how are you, really, I hope you don't do something let oneself body bad things. Promise me good? Give me a chance.

I think: although this is what I expected, but you never give me a chance. So it's just because I life long? Have mercy on me?
Two days later, from their parents had to go to the hospital to drive. When they arrived, Lin also.
Then mom asked me: allison, that boy?
I said, he said he would take care of me.
Mother said: I see he is a good boy, if you like the other party said...
I interrupt the mother's words: I understand that, really.
Lin, come again I tell him: love is not a sympathy.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Moved

Remember that is in May 2008, because the city shock wenchuan earthquake is attempting to make, topic of the town. The unit is the local departments of local government called on response, and local residents' committees to build "let the world held earthquake touched, let love touched wenchuan" volunteer activity, I signed up.

That day I was organization center sent to a nursery school to pick up a little girl lost his parents in the earthquake. Because by the destruction of the large area highway, after you get off to walk through a long way to reach in the kindergarten. When I went to one of the corner little square, full of good DuoRen, surrounded by curious crowded in, the view is often in the streets to see the children begging scene. A young mother carrying a baby nurse, maybe is really in the sake of has no milk, baby sucking on a few nipple is pulled out cry loudly. The only way to mother only but again the only in one of the baby nipple tucked into his mouth...... The flank still has a six, seven years of the size of the girl, her neck hangs a write full word of cardboard, probably mean father and his family died in the earthquake, houses collapsed, in order to support and related words, passers-by feet on the ground, there was a got $1, 5 dollars value of RMB profits. Perhaps is similar to a fraud case too much, my friend is a face of worldly, first feel thought is cheater business deals, but perhaps the thought of this activity theme, I still have to pay in the purse from the move. When his wallet, pulling the zipper's instant, see a magnificent view of the ticket, I look a red face embarrassment, to pack up and go to my wallet, a secluded place, again purse want to find out a small amount, the smallest is RMB 50 yuan of green PiaoPiao. Look at the surrounding didn't find people notice that I move, will pack up purse into her pocket, and meditate on this pictorial is a common of bogus events, and pretended to be open to leave the scene.

When the teacher came to kindergarten and relevant formalities, bring to pick up after the little girl retrace a job. Go to the small square, the previous surround them not, and I took the little girl's hand can't help speed up the pace.

"Uncle, can you lend me ten quick buck?" . The little girl suddenly toward I praying for the said.

My subconscious ground touch the purse is low body to ask a way: "you need anything, uncle to buy you, good?" .

"I don't want to give the aunt, what, $10".

"Kid, uncle only 50 yuan".

"That will take me fifty dollars, and I will give you. I wanted to give the doll to the kid, but it's the mother a few days ago just send my last birthday gift... I'm a little loathe to give up". The little girl is almost choked said.

Said here, my in the mind the involvement, pains, and even be ashamed, and to surprise the mind, without any reason refused to take out my purse, took out two pieces of 50 yuan RMB to the little girl said, "children, help uncle also donate 50 dollars".

"Uncle, I will know that you will promise, because you are a good man, aunt will thank you, I'm moved." ......

Ink Xi dust

Yellow memory newspeak leave your painting, you said you like the color of the ink is;

The photograph lonely beach on to write down your lonely, you said you Xi is invariable pursue;

Ups and downs in his family drew his attention you print on the vicissitudes of the past, you said you helplessly sigh with regret is dust.



You said you like to look into the night sky, the all over the sky stars did not find out the star of their own;

You said you like to pursue the boundless sea, but never touch her face;

You said you like listening to the murmur of wild geese in but don't understand them helpless to voice;

You said you like feeling of love; the atmosphere, it always stay in the one horn of the sad.



You said you had and there are now many impossible dream;

You said you miss the carefree childhood in the endless wilderness; laugh

You say you hate the but again can't escape is full of copper rank world;

You said you took your life as a one thousand years after the earth cycle;

You said you want to forget all those who are not happy.



You said Xi dust is your ink/inadvertently balderdash, but let you wandering for a long time;

You said Xi ink/within you dust is PuChen, occupies an important position;

You said Xi dust is your ink/memory clips, and left behind the heroine of feeling;

You said Xi ink/the story of dust is you.



You said you're not going to write beautiful and profound words;

You said you have ordinary life every day;

You say you work hard to forget something,

But no matter how to do less than;

You said that in fact, life is short.



You said we are all birds, ranked in the earthly;

You can find in the earthly said maybe you want;

You said you're not a child growing,

You said you sometimes don't want to do.



You said "we are all the same,

The same looking for the true,

But don't be lost a precious;

Can only empty sigh.



You say that do Xi ink will be more happy, dust

Because there is no dust Xi ink dust.



The world of mortals tears, who could pity

Ink already do, only keep dust

Heaven and earth as Xi die...

Dream in feeling

The memory of the old time who years precipitate the who long for

The kingdom of the wedding clothes lay ­ in where?

­ who will think of each other of memory loss, dusk on streets, become mottled blurred

­ who will listen to the voice of the windmill in turn, in this open field a deep sadness fell...

­ is angel still sing, singing about each other's heart hurt.

Now the ferris wheel figure appear alone

­ waiting, waiting for, you pass by the form,

­ chi chi of feeling already into ashes,

The roses blooming ­ this already fade... The petals of the broken pieces wilted lover's heart.

­ time not hesitate to swift passed, the fingers of the gentle, how many orchids feeling was broken,

­ fragrant incense depositing thick acacia,

­ there in where?

­ short memory to leave too much of you can never forget memories.

­ when this is all with breeze but go to, I still see from time to time in the sky that one carry your tears the white cloud...

­ now and where drift?

Perhaps in baiyun again under ­ staged in a how touching story.

­ now run counter to you and I, and how will end.

­ here,

Is the place where we used to float, at the moment and we brushed figure,

The sky is always has too much tears, but who is who gaunt? ­

Is this take tears of peony, or withered roses?

­ is who became many,

­ running water in a hurry loneliness, the shattered in the dismal.