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 Posted: Sun 0:42, 03 Apr 2011 Post subject: Touch Text |
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【Xiajiang Ji'an city, three days of Experimental Middle School (1) class Chen Yuehua】
forget when to begin, I love writing this pain thing.
forget When did you start this all over my body, full and away the stars I am torn apart and the whole rotten smell smell exudes the heart as a result, fire with fire, my heart, no longer so in pain, and gradually recovered.
I recall, text, long ago, it tried to enter my world, I can be a decisive Hong Zou. I only know now, I have not quit this thing, I just like the smoking of cannabis, even death, but also into the abyss with it.
If you can, text, can not let my sin, redemption I do not understand your original.
occasionally listen to other people spoken of such a sentence, - the original and the children slightest word is never happy, happy like the fun of their children, wandering into the sky, do not wander into the sky willing to come back.
then, my happiness, do you still wandering from home, too emotionally attached to those along the gray landscape of Reeds, and has been reluctant to return?
my words never fail to seize the joy as the same as the gaps in my fingers away, it will not stay a single minute of any landscape, because it says it life The most gorgeous scenery, than me.
So I moved.
So, I started to bitterness and happiness, gratuitous resentment.
I do not like talking, but every day that the most, I do not like to laugh, but always laughing. Everyone around me says I'm so happy, so I also think you really happy. But why do I suddenly in a lot of friends in silence, why in the crowd to see a similar back to sad, to see the leaves fall off trees, crazy to forget the words I saw it was getting late warm yellow lights to forget their original direction.
is not, all along, I was in the extravagant, extravagance of their own happiness, not only met the original that has been true to yourself, it has been unable to let go of the past with the pass? If, that is the case that it is not on the sentence I can live forever in Fantasy, never, could not see was the quiet silence of yourself? If
ago, I think I would pretend I had the pleasure to use in exchange for short-lived beauty. Just now, I find that the world is so imperfect, what you want, you have to lose something.
the final end, I chose to give up, choose to pretend around me happy when the loneliness.
lonely people will always remember his life in the heart of everyone there, every thing, so I always get enough to think of living in another body that they will not like lonely as I was, and then in the fall of night over and over again for each star the number of my loneliness.
like I was born with God's favorite [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], he will know what I want, what, why, words, and that he sent to accompany me. After that, I interpret my words to life.
I like the warmth of every sun filled afternoon, sitting in a chair near the window, lazy to chew the text books, those who pass by my humble world of the text. Sun shines on the books, touching them with your fingertips slightly covered by the sun thing. I have always felt, they are also dependent on me. The pain was over the line of sight, has been firmly locked in the deepest heart, I will not have any reason, any excuse and then they carved, no.
Many times, people often think of their dedication to love something so worthwhile in the end, to the point where it is a rigorous test of the. They do not know is, in fact, love something, just do not ask worthwhile. But they still have to ask this question with a loss alone.
many times before, I fancied that she can be a pansy like Guo or seven years, as can be familiar to control their own pens, and then wondered just a few seconds, the pen can Shua Shua Shua left in the white text in a large Guiqi beautiful people. But this is too distant a dream. I only can control the scope of his I am familiar with the silence of the text. In the silence from time to time, I seem to see them from the paper stood up, jumped into my palm, and palm quickly in my sleep in the past, put them in the ear, or even to hear their whispered raving.
the original text, we have been the same in the.
I also know some, I'm not greedy to ask so much contentment, that is good. Moreover, the text, you have been by my side.
words, how the little guy simply pure, pure simple to only have been changing with the mood of people into various shapes, will have to be manipulated, but not know how to resist. Perhaps people love it sour.
When you really love something, you will find language how fragile, pale and weak, words and feelings will always have barriers.
Everyone who loves literature and that they are being written by the imprisoned angel [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], angel wing, a person can not fly forever, and the other half of the angel wing, that is text. Text only when they hug you can really fly.
that blossomed fourteen years, which blossomed in the text.
fourteen years old [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I have a text, text with me.
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