I really hope, don't wake up.

Shenzhen to Mount Huangshan's train is more than a dozen hours to reach, Shenzhen to Mount Huangshan high-speed rail is eight hours to reach, Shenzhen to Mount Huangshan, the plane is 1.5 hours to reach. These one thousand hundreds of kilometers, is the world's most distant.

When I was in Shenzhen old room listening to music writing, they in Shenzhen to Huangshan train, high-speed rail, aircraft, rail and air to and fro in, and I is not one of them.

Some time ago to a home, although the beginning of September, but home has been able to feel the arrival of autumn, to go out to wear a jacket, and I was in Shenzhen as hot as the summer heat. Remember every time a long distances when grandma follow in the footsteps behind me and face don't give up, my deep love and I didn't let her see me are choked, and pretending to be strong to calm calm. A person in Shenzhen, I slowly accustomed to loneliness, a person in Shenzhen are not looking up at the stars and the moon. The outside world is big and the other way, I can't go anywhere, I'm stuck in it. Home so small, I can run freely, that is my whole world. In and other people to talk about my hometown, full of pride and happiness, Mount Huangshan, Anhui is also the most representative of the symbol, I feel proud of this.

Shenzhen is a city with no winter, the home grown up, for me, there is no winter in Shenzhen is very cold, the home of the winter is very cold, but I was very sweet smile. I only in his hometown, will brave looked up at the night sky, watching the stars and the moon leisurely hanging in the top of my head, the stars represent me, also represents you, that is represents the travellers we have hundreds of thousands of displaced.

As a young, we all have a dream, want to break a world outside, so that after the homecoming. But most of the time are counterproductive, a home is a year, a year to go back once, many times I asked myself, why are you doing this, each to this time I felt like a fool, life is so short, we have to spend a much time doing useless things. For the so-called dream, ideal, hope. Had not thought in the family home in more and more old, picture is more and more pale, wrinkles are crawling with their faces, eyeful is yearning and love. In my coming out of these years, the memory is more and more fierce, every time to leave the mood is unable to speak, just want to see a look at home with a accompany.

The stub of the drawer accumulates more more, deeper and deeper, visited many places, seen a lot of scenery, only to find the most beautiful home or scenery. There are only two kinds of places in my world, one is the field, the other is home, but I call it the other place. Waiting is the original old life, I know that my loved ones are waiting for, are looking forward to, read, worried. I want to appear immediately in front of them, listen to the mother's nagging, and dad chat, busy at his grandfather, and dear grandmother's face, the deep sense of nostalgia pulled my heart the most lonely miss, I want to say you, is my world, can be called "home". There is a place where I dare to look up at the sky.

Said that the moon is the home of the circle, this is my profound experience, and gradually understand. The outside world again good me and there is no relationship, a day, facing the strange people fake, fake smiles to me very sick, face all day hanging on the face. I can not lift the spirit to complete a smile, to know, to really laugh, it is too difficult. I don't want to be the most annoying person when I was young, and perhaps others would say that I want to adapt to the society, but I don't want to change anything, I just want to be changed by the society. I feel so lonely, I am not happy, I am very homesick, even if it is only home for a while. When the young always want to desperately to leave home, leave the parents, relatives, always want to rove all over the world out, imagine they will mix very well. Passage of time, with the growth of the age, become easily sentimental, nostalgic, sentimental and sad, just know oneself is so fragile, so homesick. Days away from home, really is a kind of suffering, is a kind of old, and I hate waiting, like a flower, I want to my family is the same. It was a kind of endless waiting, the beginning of the day when I first stepped out of the house.

In my dreams I dreamed I walked in on my way home, I came back home, sit in the yard and drinking tea homegrown, quiet leisurely, finally understand that first picking a chrysanthemum, carefree and leisurely see Nanshan feelings, at the moment I was such a feeling, ear interspersed with mother from the upstairs of the nagging, father, grandfather, grandmother, are at home busy, laughing and talking. Friends came over to my house, chatting together, as when reading a book together, if not speak, also won't feel embarrassed, chatting interesting stories happened recently, briefed each other on the newly discovered the pleasant to hear song, whose beautiful girl. The sun warms up in front of my house, and I am looking at the foot of the west hill, enjoying the moment, the time is so fixed in this picture, I really hope, don't wake up.

Where are you from asparagus ah

Hint of sunset through screen window slanting in the cabin of the bed, inadvertently feel fast time is like blowing hair, the wind, all quickly let alone have to let a person be at a loss what to do, everything is like yesterday You beauty.

Two years ago, I was away from home, carrying the hopes and dreams, like a bird living in the cottage. A door, empty cabin, the head of a nearly choking air, let me retreat two or three steps, thinking: this room I can live? "People can change everything, what is difficult?" No time to hesitate, a bite, walked into the cabin You beauty.

Half a day, the house is clean. You need a needle and thread, fatigue strength are not. The hungry I, but in just laying bed whirring sleep until the next morning, until the outside noisy up, I just opened my sleepy eyes.

The outside world is very exciting, but life is very helpless. A person's life, full of hardships and lonely. Whenever the sun sets, whenever a person standing in the doorway looking at the distance in a daze, whenever work not wandering in the inside and outside of the cabin... That taste, can not find any word to replace autism treatment
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Later, I bought a few bonsai placed the window, that fill the emptiness of life, and the cabin air purification. I will not grow the grass, so all put on the window sill are all kinds of flowers and bonsai, flower briefly as the broad-leaved epiphyllum "". The flowers have withered, but there is a pot of asparagus survived. Several times she has been on the verge of wilting, I readily pinch a fertilizer, but a cup of water, she unexpectedly leaves refurbished up, originally I was unconscious, even mischievous, it was reported to the lovely green! She makes me a simple life in the fear of oil. Think yunyun a member and willing to be ordinary branch, I no grievance, no gorgeous delicate pies, from the earth and return to the earth, life is not a short panicked, but no deadline is approaching the hysteria.

People not resentful, not to not impatient, not significant but not decadent. No one cheers come alive, persist in one's old ways and free to breathe. There is no life outside of the chase, abandon the burden of worldly possessions. This kind of life is dull, the existence of death, so that I have a lot of association.

In this room, I want to be a friend of silence. The intricacies of abandoning the social occasions, away from the emotional color of the bizarre, less saliva exchange banquet dinner table; there is no difference between the rich and the poor, not for sex congenial without panlongfufeng. Give and take is unequal, the inevitable heart resentment; status is different, since the embarrassing restraint. Fashion deliberately reciprocity, not to engage in vulgar equivalent exchange, pay are willing and happy; winner books really thankful, willing partners. She was tolerant of my cold, do not care about my indifference, she to my negligence and forget give tolerance and patience friends so far, husband duplicate whatasks?

That night, I with my friends in the wine on the table to drink in a complete mess. Seats eventually were scattered, rickety enter the hut, drunkenly turned on the light, the light through, stared at the sill of the pots of asparagus. I suddenly wake up be dead drunk. Look, this is a diary, it records the evolution of life -- the cruel and vivid. I bent over to look at it. Her branches like the pendulum of the time, her branch rod like strong support and a body intricate foliage Huangruo vicissitudes.

Where are you from asparagus ah! We are swimming in the elements of life in the void, coupling and collision. In this All sounds are still. night, I ask you of asparagus, drunk or you wake up.

Now, I want to move, to leave the cabin of the dwelling for two years, leaving this pot of Asparagus in the cottage and I a romance.

no longer feel heartbroken

A melancholy dream mask house, such as Bing cream, how far, how double Yuanyang? Who knows the meaning of love, love the cup of wine solution, Yi Jun Yan more sorrow, tears in thousands of lines;

Lonely depths of the night, a bit thin cool, light to bring a ray of melancholy, any thoughts spread, a ray of fragrant smell, miss green ink, only to a single pen, Chilian confidante, coagulation of ink into a book, exhausting BaiZhuanQianHui love mask house, V. as Hongxiutianxiang; life world of mortals is willing to spend a quiet, chasing a Sheng Yongheng, carrying a pregnant silence Dankan Yunjuanyunshu, pillow yilianyoumeng, this went for many years, lonely, lonely into ruin and wish in exchange for this life no regrets.

Standing at the beginning of time, eyes to see light, wind and rain, only wish and Yi song EOL, destiny of the edge, waiting for a poem, cannot handle; even if the sea dried up, circulation Kuwata, your face has in my heart copying a painting, this life is not negative did not forget, a thousand years mask house;

Because fell in love with a person, a city, choose one city., encounter a Whitehead, the earthly Yunyan, Xiangshou eons, the red lofty but foreign, even Hongyan Tanzhi Lao, stay hair cream dyed hair, negative life hold;

Tonight eventful, sigh a voice in my dream, listening to the song miss leisurely, if people ask why, because red swollen, indulge them, pronouncing journeying, dreamy, if this is just a play, only willing to stay in the encounter of the time, life and death dependencies;

Night, so quiet, outside the curtain snow, snow white, how a reasonable price, dyed white wait, scattered into mourning, stroll in the stunning white, hazy and haggard and so quietly stopped them, let zero's lonely snow cold helpless soul, let tears of missing infiltration waiting period of Xinhai;

Accustomed to the sleepless night, could not stop the thoughts wasted in the text, coagulation of ink into a poem, often light magic together one day Xiangyixiangwei, see the canoe ferry, the beauty of the setting sun sunset glow, and now only a single lonely heart is with the wind swaying, sprains and dream, waiting for one wild until the Millennium Wanzai.

Waiting, no longer feel tears is bitter and astringent, waiting, no longer feel heartbroken, numbness, or habits I unknown, after a number of years I believe I still will be in the world of mortals on the road, you, stand here waiting for you, only wish this life to accompany about hope.

in a not well-known restaurants restaurants

Watery flowers, such as streaming time, every day, we always unconsciously in the busy, life of the disturbing made like Mount Taishan, completely forget that we live in a warm and comfortable country, already did not have much time to make inquiries alive philosophy mask house.

Do not know if this is the first of several name under the banner of a be deeply attached to each other, a personal July 7th time. Chasing a dream might just find a person in the end for three or five years, and how much time? I don't know in this world of mortals on the road, which in the end a moment, which a place, you and I will meet, but I do not know you and I may exactly how far mask house?

This day, seems to be no different from the past, the day will be bright, the night always black, and I'm just a person. Forget this is what season, out of the window, numerous blue grass, rain or as scheduled, the tearful falls, I sat before the case, dazzling banging on the keyboard, do the dream of Acacia picturesque. Such as tea light day, a breeze like afternoon on the edge of the pavilion, and refined.

Tanabata, which belongs to those who believe in male Qiannv sweet time, this time the streets must have been the small partners in the figure, the river lake is infatuated trystmask house.

Don't know when I play actually like to read a person's inner world, like with text little circle to scrawl a non-stop, like to drink a cup of old tea, from the dry drink to dull; like the heavy life simple, like the simple feelings too enchanting some, as now one, wine brewing a pot of memory, in the huge dormitory drinking alone, easily write a lonely past, entrusted to the time cuisine. I do not know a world of feelings of the people, presumably only in the years of the left corner to moisten the blood autotherapy mask house.

Never thought of pointing Jiangshan, JIANGCHANG spirit, I just want to a simple and quiet life, after Wuren, keep a little leisure time, drink a cup of free wine, said a few words of gossip. In spite of this, heart is still in full swing, looking around the creature in pairs, while they have nothing at all, occasionally only on writing small print and sent the inexplicable lonely.

In these deep days. We are but a leaf floating boat, paddle to swim in the river desperately. You never know how far this shore and the other shore. Just like me and your heart in the end across many once, I never can predict. Just had to find their own way, looking for their own way to go, we choose a different place to anchor, perhaps this is a foregone conclusion, time has long been a good time. Know, a fate depends on preexistence and present the long cherished wish to repay, this life you and I lodged in peace now to meet in a not well-known restaurants restaurants.

to verify what I said is true

In my memory, there is no concept of grapefruit flowers and say it a little regret, live to this age know grapefruit fragrance actually is not inferior to the sweet scented osmanthus DSE Mock.

May be too busy, too busy to enjoy a variety of flowers, but not to say that the single color of the grapefruit. Grapefruit flower is a single white, open in the lush foliage, if not the fragrance of flowers, it is difficult to find .

The husband and I went to hometown, we are at half past seven in the morning from home on time, 13 hour bus ride, arrived at her husband's home at half past ten in the evening, home public woman already asleep, we received was the husband's younger sister, pack, after washing the cough has to 12 o'clock at night, we also went to rest You Find Limited.

Years of habit, let me be the biological clock, the journey Lawton did not affect the biological clock quasi point. At half past five in the morning I still wake up, due to family husband's mother, home, sister-in-law and her children live a floor, still in his sleep, did not get up. The two house we live in, in order not to influence them, I didn't go downstairs, we live in the room, I would like to practice yoga in the room. So I went to the window and the hand open windows and doors, at this time the fragrance of the flowers lunged, I breathe the fresh air
, sucking the fragrant flowers, expertly trained my yoga and her husband's snoring, Quack Frog sound, and chirping birds have become accompanied by the melody. I'm more comfortable, comfortable heart, this is an idyllic scene, land of idyllic beauty like life, is extinct numerous and noisy city. At this time I think: to me after retirement and her husband went back home to do the fairy Juan Lu, had a leisurely life.

One hour of yoga exercise after I heard a scab, the downstairs, they have to get up conjecture. I went downstairs to, origin of looking for flowers, and finally to see home housing before the grapefruit tree far look, little white flowers, today as beam string, there is a bee station on the flower busy collecting nectar. So I took the phone to take a few.

After breakfast, I called a cab, and her husband to see me so desperately mother, grapefruit flowers in front of my house was more more fresh, floral thicker, something I nothing always to grapefruit trees, the full absorption of the Qinru heart bursts of fragrance, using a mobile phone left the shadow of grapefruit flowers. This is the unexpected harvest of my home. Flower of pomelo is really good incense. Its fragrance is not inferior to the sweet scented osmanthus, if friends have a chance, until the grapefruit flowers can to pomelo orchard to verify what I said is true.

every word is sharp

No language, the deepest...... The deep and shallow imprint, and finally to a paper - thin. How not to live Xijinqianhua, dressed in a white moonlight. Remove the armor, pear blossoms under whose window ? The summer wind, blowing sand. Be fatigued with the journey Road, cut theemotions back yoke. Take an oath devoutly Nobel in green, white and red thin between talented. Believe it, your evil! Injury, it is complete! Grow old myth, lost horizon. Affection such as paper thin, half sentence commitment. Who understand how much the unspeakable in this? One hundred kinds of fireworks, no one knows .

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The road ahead is a process, a process of water scenery, more experience, more indifferent. Recall past all, seems to have every hundred years, and years of ups and downs, in between sunrise and sunset become a thing of the past. Once the dream around the soul, like a flash in the pan . Is I changed, or the heart no longer brave, remember very clearly my own love, pain, sacrifice too, everything become interlude in the life, love and hate to read aloud a final glance enlightenment into shallower Mengli flowers. It was late at night, a person alone watching the stars blink, may have the vicissitudes, close your eyes, tears lost the compass direction.

I want you to accompany me, but I can not say the final. If love is a charity, then it's not. The new commitment, not to meet, have a moment, each other is the fire, the moment, read up are wrong. Finally, loneliness, withstand the temptation, bland no Buddha, heart is cold. No longer involved, everything is put aside. Love song many times, just wasted a mirage, insubstantial objects. The sky is overcast with no rain, as I have some sad, but will not cry. Bloom to see the Buddha, why? Flowers do not open, do not live? Confusion and embarrassment has risen in not much difference between, my dictionary .

The throb of windblown sand in the wind, heart, hot with surging, want to return to the original, but in the illusory completed the promise of certainty. No, the other side of this bridge is built, the shadow strong to retreat. Gain or epiphany, worth mentioning, who can say who is who, who's kind of deep feeling root!

Every time the forecast of rain, just blow breeze, each said forever, just short of the scenery. At that moment, I thought it was meant to be. That year the rain stumble, that life will love. All the original can be relieved, yesterday is a memory, today is a bear. When the power of love are not mature, the vicissitudes of life vividly glabellum. To understand, without the longest time, silent blessing the most true.

Days away, the first good, leaving a scene of broken walls. Life is just like the first sight, is the dream of a day. Has not learned to shuffle, the fate has begun a thousand. Nowhere to dodge the ordeal, but take the situation is speechless. An empty flower Fu between human feeling is like running water, clear. Be careful not brave, began to reconcile oneself to one's situation. A person to adhere to the end of the love, how much courage? The lost time shallow, who is forever, who is immutable and frozen obsession! Two days of white, who painted the spring drift, who pull the black eye in summer! Empty jietan, shore side, separated by an impassable chasm.

There is a love called drops, scattered suspended in the fingertips of cardamom. When I think of you, wind whimpered harp, rain tears Wine Co. If today's outcome can be predicted, but also understand, the pledge is just a moment of honor. If I were you I met the most beautiful, why your eyes in the tear of the entanglement transfer! To read, and then back to the past. Meet in a leaf on the wind, love the twilight disseminated. Bath fire burning into flame, I'm close to touching, a second burning charcoal. Empty room, lonely in the spread and intensified alone, who can say they can always bear the arrow Ling later cut. Booking a wisp of autumn wind, blowing gentle and passionate. If you follow me into the lake colorful auspicious clouds, the Handan graceful, only for you one way, all the passion bloom. Don't blame a pen, compassion story, self torture. Don't give those flowers and verdant, if I crazy, every word is sharp, cut once.

the son daughter-in-law heartfelt blessing.

On 28 April 2014 is our festival, lively than the Spring Festival, and poetic. Festival stage, son daughter-in-law is leading role, and I his mama is a supporting role. The day the sky is blue, there is no wind no cloud, the trees don't move, cbsi have washed the sky. The sun and smiling sitting on transit, sprinkle a full face of the blessings of the joy of the heart in, the faces of people, a deafening hair feed of the firecrackers lit festive atmosphere more powerful, like the altar wine with diffuse flush .

Flower applause sang red candle carpet, and the beautiful wedding march intoxicated with a piece of the world.

Ah; The wedding, the only son's wedding. For this beautiful, for this exciting moment, in order to daughter-in-law, the sound of a sweet sound dad, for the sake of his son that open to hug my arm, I can control the emotion of the waves. Did not decent in front of so many people, impudently into tears... Cry very howl is very emotional. Tears like fountain surges up, brush brush .

This is XiLei BeiLei, is feeling/combined with tears......

I was laid off the winter has not yet come spring also hard running in the snow for a living, the winter clouds covered the sky again. Suddenly a car accident. To my one and only son, rolling into seriously. Son, two legs are rolling into comminuted fracture, ribs were off by two root, four toes by accident. Off the bones of your trousers stamp rotten, bones, the outside. At that time, the bloody horrible, light do surgery for eight and a half hours .

I looked at by this catastrophe, the son of heart to be broken, can't help but cry about it. For the first time my heart and the heart of the son so close, so close... Son was the trouble, I dare not to tell the truth to his wife, because his wife had soon do surgical operation of cerebral hemorrhage. I'm afraid she bear this kind of problem again. I put all the pain for one person.

In the hospital, I looked at son tears, to the house, I pretended to smile to her laundry cooking, making fun, like what didn't happen. New Year's eve morning, my name is son to call his mother, said his father-in-law busy he get in that help in the home, back to the Chinese New Year, with fictional spring breeze blows fucking ChunYang silver hair, warm her heart. I also don't say pain in his heart, to smile with tears to relatives and friends to send short messages, and blessed them .

First day I go to the hospital care son, cheated on his wife said to the propaganda department of open forums; Second day say to the county government open forums; Third said to cppcc.in open forums... A mid lied to his wife. Poor wife, brain fuzzy wife, could no longer withstand hit the wife ah, don't know, what units will be under the annual open what can ah, she still believe it.

Fifth ". I want to hide from his wife for a long time to also not to let her know sooner or later, slowly said to her. Began to hurt, dare not say handlebar son ride a motorcycle broke his son, in the hospital, let her go and see. After his wife to the hospital did not dare to call his wife jie quilt, the son of two broken legs, just call her son's feet. Brain fuzzy wife ah, also said, don't lose him. Female who told him we FeiQi. Say I want to cry.

"That leaning, fu xi curse that... even poly gate, XiongJi domain." In my tears, jia yi's "the bird" in the words gave me some comfort. I recognize that the continuation of life is a joy and suffering, but fate is the beginning of the end of the joy and suffering. Life is the extension of upward or downward, but fate is on the left or the right change. Life is a light grey green lake water, god and fate is endless unpredictable sea. Or, life is the grass in rain or sunshine, fate is the tooth sickle and cattle and sheep. Life is endless ants crawling, but fate is suddenly fell down to feet. Son this trouble, in addition to the heart breaks, I often think: people say I am blessed, two ear lobes shoulder, wide width, the bridge of the nose, high-rise is flatter me. I I'm so bitter fate. When young, although the sprint efforts, and always didn't jump out of the factory. Laid-off, lead ore, back when moving, lun hammer drill cave before selling vegetables adopted a timber... What hard work hard, what bumpy ordeal had been in life. Just knew her age, his wife with a cerebral hemorrhage almost killed, to the older son great trouble again, fate is so unfair to me. But I thank fate gave me so much suffering, and it makes me more strong and mature, his wife is seriously ill, now recovering well, hands and feet are very flexible, basic living on their own. Son is rolling so, heart brain are no big deal. Just received the pain, now recovery and good people.

Though I experienced so many frustrations ordeal. Now all these sufferings into my words. Suffering is a treasure, is life's highest institution of higher learning. Suffering is objective existence, when it comes, is not a problem you want to don't want to, but to you how to face how to challenge how to fight. Like a son's marriage if the wife normal brain, like arrange pick up the bride. Son of bedding. Quilting quilt with the red line away/buy chestnut walnut date these small things I don't need to worry about. I just live in the global. But his wife fuzzy brain. All these she won't do me to worry about, I feel a man is not easy, to be a father is not easy, do a qualified men and are less likely to his father. It's too hard too difficult... The pain, no sad resistant acidity to who complained of, I be afraid son called son know and want to know, afraid of son know I paid too much for him, son, the in the mind. Know, son want to call for his father to pay these besides Yun obligation and responsibility, is called him a good filial piety I later. Son married now. In the twenty-seventh year of frustrates harasses hungry its always work for enlightenment. Dream into reality, the in the mind how don't like mad to painful injury tears like spring? ! Wedding, when his son embrace me, deeply touched in my heart. Thousands of words I don't know where to start, only the tears, the crystallization of the mind, brush the ground. The tears are the silent caress, silent, silent words, silent hope, no words. , the son daughter-in-law heartfelt blessing...