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Reprinted from 174565063 at 18:45 on February 5, 2010 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (0) Category: Personal Diary
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along, that he was a sentimental person. Cry when the total energy wherever and whenever tears down, unable to speak a strange feeling. May be moved, perhaps heartache. Want to laugh, whether they are really happy or ie succeeded disguise, always laughter thorough, bright smile. In others it appears to me has always been a strong child, temper a bit strange, a bit perverse character -
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-. 『love movies, love fans like you. 』-
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live life like a movie, you and I perform with every story. Aria dawn, dusk sunset. Each of the different time periods, but occurred with similar stories. Life to death, emotions ......-
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this winter fell in love with the movies, became obsessed with the cinema that is full of ambiguous atmosphere. Select individual little time to see a movie they like, has become my hobby. Actually watching a movie of life, the film is a microcosm of life. Even in every movie I would go looking for their shadow, where a similar scene occurred as carefully reprove the original in themselves. More people coming and going in life, and will be forgotten by some people, something. As has seen the movie, screening time, they will often remember a certain period of time the screen story, casually say a few classic lines, the passage of time and then slowly faded. Until one day, I met you, deja vu. Unfamiliar faces, warm and bright,
miu miu handbags cheap, you look like an orchid blooming quietly in my life. Trance, it seems that back in the summer, you take my hand walk along the beach ......-
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my story, you had been to, but not have to stay; your story, I have to stay, but never entered. Pass only in the moment, turned around and you and I have separated horizon. Our story will stay in that moment, there is no longer below. Not recall that period of time stranded memories of those years, the vicissitudes of the sad bald mark. You and I walked the streets together, clear twists and turns, and the light footprints as if the waves washed over the beach, fuzzy blur. Intersection of the figure, drifting away, and finally disappeared in the horizon. The next intersection, you will meet who, who met me, this is also how the opening of a full of doubt. -
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distant with you,
cheap designer handbags, still busy, had to catch in the major cities. Occasionally sent a few words of greeting, but never the past temperature and ambiguous, concise and clear. Heart seems to be pulled very far away from the middle out of a crack can not cross the gully. Our story so far away, their populations became separated, and who do not want to mention that part of the past. Every Day I would just look at the sky, facing your city, looking for those black and white film belongs to us. The other side of the city, the sky's the marginal, the next thought turned into a blur of blue line connecting the two side countless grief and loneliness. Yes, the sky is crying, my heart began to get wet up. -
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my life has been very quiet but not boring because fans like you've always been my star. Clock upside down, do not feel tired, because I like the ease back to nature at night. This has been your life, this movie has been you. Once said that good performances with this drama, and writing down the story. Today, they lead their own lives played, there is no longer each other's presence. A man wandering in a strange city, wandering mind numbing cold for a long time, and occasionally awaken the past, the memory is still left with your fragrance. -
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II. 『magnificent sunset, warm everywhere』 -
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magazines often read some novels, have a little test always makes me interested. In numerous tests and found he was a sentimental person. Often because of some small screen and moved for a long time, I do not know the spread of sentimental or tears, this seemingly ordinary moved always makes me wonder again and again for any tears washed his own cheek. -
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years written on the face, but engraved in their hearts, the average life cycle. That day at noon, the sun warm. Both next to the busy streets, quiet poplar stand. Not far away I saw the picture of friendly and peaceful scene. Nail the elderly over previous two, arm in arm rest wooden bench sitting in the roadside. The old lady seemed to take the tired, nestled in his wife's shoulder next to the eyes closed, filled with the vicissitudes of both hands firmly grip together. I naturally think of a word: your hand, old age together. Under the sun, that is their warm, flat and long. -
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life,
miu miu bags, so a person will accompany you through the ups and downs, look at the flowers goods steady. When we face grow old and gray and when there is still a warm hand to hold your double-walked his way home, this feeling extraordinary but true. Looking at their backs, and I tears, the original sunset dusk is full of infinite warmth. -
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years of this predicament,
replica designer handbags, the youth is gone, stop day and night to catch up with the change, bloom season, but also will eventually die, but a brief moment of life the most gorgeous light radiation. I began to imagine a time when his twilight years, a big crowd, and when I go to are grown, black hair become gray when, who can finish this journey with me. Wanshou through a section of the streets, said two people in a small bow to love words. Sunset, to watch the window in front of flowers, life, there you will suffice. -
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III. 『Little reflection,
loewe bags sale, moving everywhere』 -
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near the end of the whole city seems to empty a lot about change. The heart of each street in a hurry to rush a haven called home. Recently my mom drives me to go home, listening to the phone side of the nagging cumbersome but warm. Suddenly realized that one year does not go home. That day, my mom did say the phone began to cry, sobbing voice brought back the idea of me homesick. In this way both mother and daughter side even two people crying on the phone forgot to speak. In fact, Did I want to go home. Sze times during the festive season, this time I will look at street children holding mother's hand and tears of jealousy. -
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off the phone, not emotional stability, remembering the first time away from home, full of bitter memories of hardships. In order to find their own dreams, a man destined for her own drawing board that bustling metropolis, then seventeen years old. How many nights in tears, sleepless nights, the dependence on the home has become a habit. Today, used to run around the edge in each city seems to forget that home is sometimes a duty, elderly parents, always concerned about the children of each excursion. Looked up at the home end of the line of the sky, a strange but friendly, long to loved ones, you all right? -
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stray very heart still can not find destination, family, the warmth and emotion are always encouraged me to be strong to face life. This move does not need flowery language, but most people feel nagging mother warm. -
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hazy night, the city surrounded by dark margins. I still follow the monotonous route, repeating yesterday's pace. Bus home from work, playing Baoqiang version of the \Dong Cunrui drag the explosives, shouting \Hero image representation, history repeats itself. Instant, suddenly filled with soul warmth, tears dripping. Turned around and wipe away, I found surprisingly close to a big brother wet the eyes. Yes, that a world of rhetoric forever ring in our hearts, the heroes move Dong Cunrui touched every time a Chinese person. Such a moving interpretation of the hero, is a spiritual baptism of ideological education and do not need too much flowery language, and makes the experience changed enough to make the mind crazy. -
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life, people always touching things happening, ordinary and real. Friends say I look strong, but fragile vulnerable heart, perhaps this is the most real me. Weekdays, an unexpected message, a warm greeting, a warm blessing. The little touches I will collect, preserve a corner in the heart. Free time I will sit in the sun pulls the moving, carefully read and then mouth rise. -
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a person's time, a person traveling the world. Tired, and looked up at the sky, feel the warmth of the sun. Tired, hard experience life, and feel each move. Such is life, plain but warm. -
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