This junction. That year I was ten years old, feel the day cannot go on, to have strange lives, Ngong higher so I head, chest and more upright, pace even more. But I still feel that is a piece of stale air around, I want to leave the House, dream situation to be found. So I ran away from home. Wandering for a week, find nothing, and return home. At this intersection, the mother took my luggage, she did not blame me, looked at me in love. After that, everyone at home to see my eyes have changed, cunliren said I grew up, get on, and envy around my children. But I even dare think that running away from home, that run away from home is like something out of the clothes I pressure at the bottom, out of heartache is only hidden in the heart. Today, however, also rise from the bottom, in the present.
Make progress is most needed hope for a boy, get on is the highest evaluation for a man!
Today, I had returned, like last, coming back, only sparse hair a lot. I tired to stomp on this land, this hot land has kindly accepted my seems to melt me. Why don't I see Xiang Yu cross the East, while Liu Bang fengfengguangguang to return home.
Mother opened the door for me, she looked at me in surprise proud. I don't know what to say, turn aside. Has floated a flower cloud in the sky, such as the sound of cicadas.
2011年8月19日星期五
As your body is thin
As your body is thin, is so weak it? In this cold, are memories of the summer crowds, was also read his Memorial speech? You have a sound not a loud barking, welcomes me, still laughing at me? "Ripe" yes everything is cooked up when you have is the cold dew surviving span of life, I have is the date of effect, have to harvest when the youth's efforts is to harvest adult, adult is a mature harvest nouns. I have to when the cicada called ripe. You are about to go through their lives, and I go out into a circle, a circle found its way after what was it? I would not like to go on.
Memory is being woken up. When home is very superstitious, a boy, then planted a persimmon tree, that is to enable the speedy tree Acer to build great things for the child. The persimmon tree is my grandma planted that year, just like the Holy Spirit is a family care in the future. But today have been planted in the village of persimmon trees, instead of landscape tree, is a fast-growing tree. Persimmon trees planted for me and my big, her enormous Crown every year give birth to countless persimmons, like a sky full of stars. She also cooked, she bears every year as many as the stars of persimmon, how happy she is! Worthy of her own life. Branch the persimmons on whether it is in the set phrases characteristic of my career, or is calling me to come back early, or is in me than what? I regret came back today, one day there will be no modification of this cicada, wouldn't be out of the many troubles.
He went home loaded with, while the Word change place into my mind. Said that after Xiang Yu self as fighter wanted to return home after making good, but he walked only half stop down, that he dies half did not go through. After Liu Bang is when the Emperor really fengfengguangguang back home, like many people imagine that Liu Bang fengfengguangguang home, bought a gorgeous clothes did not wear out to let someone else take a look at, that the more downcast is!
Memory is being woken up. When home is very superstitious, a boy, then planted a persimmon tree, that is to enable the speedy tree Acer to build great things for the child. The persimmon tree is my grandma planted that year, just like the Holy Spirit is a family care in the future. But today have been planted in the village of persimmon trees, instead of landscape tree, is a fast-growing tree. Persimmon trees planted for me and my big, her enormous Crown every year give birth to countless persimmons, like a sky full of stars. She also cooked, she bears every year as many as the stars of persimmon, how happy she is! Worthy of her own life. Branch the persimmons on whether it is in the set phrases characteristic of my career, or is calling me to come back early, or is in me than what? I regret came back today, one day there will be no modification of this cicada, wouldn't be out of the many troubles.
He went home loaded with, while the Word change place into my mind. Said that after Xiang Yu self as fighter wanted to return home after making good, but he walked only half stop down, that he dies half did not go through. After Liu Bang is when the Emperor really fengfengguangguang back home, like many people imagine that Liu Bang fengfengguangguang home, bought a gorgeous clothes did not wear out to let someone else take a look at, that the more downcast is!
Last cicada
Last cicada
Stopped the car. Family, home, do you know me? For many years gone, what are you changing?
"Ripe--" the cicadas as autumn rains, such as the Hairspring, such as calls from heaven, no summer refreshed or summer high, seems to swallow his last breath.
I would like to carefully listen to this voice, singing and not, have disappeared in the infinity of the universe, and his whereabouts could not be found. Seasonal cold dew, this should no longer have cicadas, but his last words like a sampling across this invigorating autumn. I have static meditation, out of the car, heart gave a shake, like being stepped on. This is a piece of fertile land, said cuttings pole can grow into large trees, she dyed yellow on my skin, nourishing my flesh and blood, feeding my spirit. I'm not on my way to fear stepping on pain point-slept memory. A cicada: "ripe--" like a witch in the soul stealer, soul called travelled far from home. I was freezing cold to hold wrapped, suffocated, and seems to be drowning in time, could not help but make a shivering. I looked up, looking for the chilling, calling it out of the number of melancholy, bewildered, wake up how much thinking woman, traveler, autumn. I didn't find it, just dilute leaves sparse patches of thinning in the blue heaven to zoned to, like sticks to what, and what seems to be sworn. Persimmon tree in the courtyard also hung at the top of a greatly persimmons, persimmon red, reflecting the Sun, shining, and if a bright banner. Feeling of a beauty in her old age, idle away one's time money time assault on the heart. Just over thirty years of age should not be such a little sigh, but today that feeling strongly to hit me, beat me like a whip. I would like to return the car, was not home, forever wandering down, forever buried deep in the loess House.
Stopped the car. Family, home, do you know me? For many years gone, what are you changing?
"Ripe--" the cicadas as autumn rains, such as the Hairspring, such as calls from heaven, no summer refreshed or summer high, seems to swallow his last breath.
I would like to carefully listen to this voice, singing and not, have disappeared in the infinity of the universe, and his whereabouts could not be found. Seasonal cold dew, this should no longer have cicadas, but his last words like a sampling across this invigorating autumn. I have static meditation, out of the car, heart gave a shake, like being stepped on. This is a piece of fertile land, said cuttings pole can grow into large trees, she dyed yellow on my skin, nourishing my flesh and blood, feeding my spirit. I'm not on my way to fear stepping on pain point-slept memory. A cicada: "ripe--" like a witch in the soul stealer, soul called travelled far from home. I was freezing cold to hold wrapped, suffocated, and seems to be drowning in time, could not help but make a shivering. I looked up, looking for the chilling, calling it out of the number of melancholy, bewildered, wake up how much thinking woman, traveler, autumn. I didn't find it, just dilute leaves sparse patches of thinning in the blue heaven to zoned to, like sticks to what, and what seems to be sworn. Persimmon tree in the courtyard also hung at the top of a greatly persimmons, persimmon red, reflecting the Sun, shining, and if a bright banner. Feeling of a beauty in her old age, idle away one's time money time assault on the heart. Just over thirty years of age should not be such a little sigh, but today that feeling strongly to hit me, beat me like a whip. I would like to return the car, was not home, forever wandering down, forever buried deep in the loess House.
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