let go is much joy.

If heart movement, the tears is one thousand line. And silence, and get to know each other in an instant. The past one page, adjustable desk can not turn don't turn, turn down the dust will lost his eyes.

One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange song, then in a casual moment, you will find that originally scheming want to forget things really so forget. Was everything want to remember things, but how also won't think of. We are in the mark, there is a always empty.

When tomorrow becomes today become yesterday, eventually become a memory no longer important one day, we suddenly found himself in imperceptible in has been time pushing forward, it is not still in the train, and the adjacent train staggered, as if their along the illusion office furniture, but we in the growth of the real, became another yourself in this matter.

Time is not waiting for me, you forgot to take me away, I left hand is the firefly, which never forgets anything right hand is ten years a long meditation.

Words impressed us is not beautiful, or gorgeous, but at some point, a particular scene, a particular state of mind, the nerve touches our heart, let a person aftertaste, and networking, and stop. Select the most weak mind, interpretation of rough life.

We said with a smile we stopped at the time of its place actually have been flood swept away in silence, who is who in the life traveler, who's who of life wheel, the previous dust, this wind, endless sorrow soul, in the end who is not who's who, the but again fell into the same cycle. Don't know is the beginning or end of the story, culturelle don't know is silent and turn this life meet to leave in one thousand. Last night, still tears in one thousand.

Not known at the time of the most grief and fear, and no tears, tears are always flow at the end of the story, flow at the end of everything. And we just start. Departure is a false proposition, more than once asked myself, and more than once told myself, not every effort will have harvest, but each time the harvest must efforts, this is not a fair irreversible proposition, is our motivation and direction. Myriad lights shine. People oriented, heart.

I used to think that wisp of cool breeze already dried memory petals of life; I used to think, the chaoyang opened heart of ice and snow; Wipe the catkin, brushed the dust of memories; I used to think that the intermittent rain washing once all the confusion; I used to think, standing in the sun, can let your smile years blustery, I used to think that after all the years faded variable, the colorful flowers in the dust.

I used to think, all the haze wiped out in the sunshine in the end; I used to think, once the long trek electrical desk, merely a lopsided view of life. I used to think that the fresh morning breeze, finally can put the silk cheeks dry; I used to think that over the years after the cover page, the fold after all be erased; I used to think, sunshine smile, all the heavy pressure in the heart of loneliness away...

I used to think, pride of youth in life is helpless, and now, all that hung on the wall, eye in one thousand, had tears.

Maybe, I forgot what year which months which day I where wall on a face a smiling, sad, gazing at my face, just for today, later, all the things I used to think, to the sun a pie mouth slightly, fallen, though not I, but it can overflow the stranger smile. Suddenly found that time so much, a lot of times, more let go is much joy.