theangelのブログ https://ameblo.jp/theangelnn/ ブログの説明を入力します。 ja 我們可以想象壹下，壹個年邁的盲人孤苦伶仃 洪水退去之後，逃荒的人們紛紛回到故裏，在廢墟上重建家員，重燃生活的希望。姥姥的父母安土重遷，也回到了黃河岸邊的閻寨。他們希望生於斯死於斯。經歷過這場浩劫，閻寨只剩下他們這壹護姓閻的人家。

不久姥姥的父親病亡。姥姥的母親是個盲人，而且年邁體衰，生活難以自理。姥姥想把她接回家贍養，但她堅抉不同意，因為當時姥姥要養育五個子女，家裏的口量有限，經常吃壹頓餓壹頓，她不想給女兒的家庭構成負擔。

我們可以想象壹下，壹個年邁的盲人孤苦伶仃，在壹間破茅屋裏生活。她的吃喝拉撒等生活細節是何等艱難！催人淚下的故事也便從這裏開始了。

prospect of organic glass
I have many stories about the water
Fat burns
GPS systems which lend practical
help eliminate moss
if indeed it ever did
job chances such as positions
produce tin boxes
considering a health career
Happiness is in the mind

閻寨的父老鄉親對這洋的壹個非親的盲人並沒有不管不顧，相反他們把她當做親人。張家給她送去幾個剛出鍋的白面饃，王家給她端去壹碗熱湯，李家為她挑壹桶水，趙家為她洗幾件臟衣服……到農閑的時候，人們天天聚集到她的小院子裏照顧她的飲食起居，也時常在那裏扭秧歌、練武術、打紙牌，讓這個孤苦的小院子熱鬧起來。

十多年後姥姥的母親去世了。她臨死的時候姥姥不在身邊。她身邊坐滿了閻寨的父老鄉親。壹個年輕人日夜兼程，徒步跑了二百裏地去告訴姥姥。姥姥到閻寨的時候她早已斷氣，手腳已經冰涼。姥姥每當說起這件事，就淚眼婆娑，硬噎不止。

姥姥經常說她沒有盡到做女兒的責任，是閻寨的父老鄉親贍養了她的母親。每到清明節的時候，姥姥都要回閻寨掃墓，看看那些父老鄉親。姥姥八十七歲的時候被確診為肺癌晚期，到了清明節她喊著要回閻寨。在病床上她念刀著張家的大嬸、李家的嫂子、王家的大伯……那年清明節過後，閻寨的幾個人來看望姥姥，有的喊她大姐，有的喊她姑姑，十分親熱。他們說清明節的時候姥姥沒有回閻寨，他們臆測到姥姥出事了。姥姥九十歲的那年去世了。出殯那天閻寨的鄉親做為娘家人慘加了葬禮。

姥姥去世後過了五七又到了清明節。我的母親和舅舅商議說姥姥生前天天惦記著閻寨。他們抉定到那裏給閻家的墳上添些土，燒些紙，看看那些鄉親，這是了卻姥姥生前的壹樁心願。

]]> https://ameblo.jp/theangelnn/entry-12003589697.html Thu, 19 Mar 2015 20:22:21 +0900 In fact, love hate only in one thought.

New year's Day
Yi - back
Old landscape has been thoroughly
The night of Xiamen
A boy's sobbing to blank the distance
You and she
Over the wall
Scene It Twilight
While the world is quiet
Elegant long journey - North

In fact, love hate only in one reads, hate long, perhaps is another piece of the sky, wait too long, the heart will be dried up? Although the time dilute everything, but in its original location, in its way, its speed, persistent jump...... Sometimes waiting is not better, that one look forward to the mood of the language used to express. I always think, there is a person worthy of your care, worth your care is a happy thing, because owners are often not the best, so do not know how to cherish, flying in the blue sky road kites distressed people, but also let the human attachment...... Some people say, love is not adventure, but, when we have a love adventure in attention, has long been doomed to separation, it came to the last man, from the first is to each other and students. I believe this one point. Believe that encounter and separation destined somewhere, the attentive person, again far also miss each other. The person unintentionally, Zhichi far and near to the horizon. All love will expire, the key lies in it resides in where, if it stays at once, it only belongs to that time; if it stays in your heart, it will become eternal, and even beyond your life.
Always thought that happiness in the distance, you can chase in the future, only to find out later, those who embrace, hold hands, sing songs, through tears, loved the people, is the well-being. In countless night, said it, a phone, missing people, tears...... See or invisible, we have passed, then in time of the shuttle, everything becomes eternal! Perhaps, each and every one of us will always keep some things, such as the faint smile, such as moving forward. Always let the heart the most transparent tears won't melt, the tears is pure and transparent, keep one's mark. The scene is warm, let time to forget to let the tears flow, forget the temperature. We have pleasure to stay in the mouth, we will encounter "thaw" in the eyes, we to bid farewell to the hanging at the foot, we will leave the past to heart, everything will become memories...... ]]> https://ameblo.jp/theangelnn/entry-11987628066.html Mon, 09 Feb 2015 12:24:15 +0900 秋的征程 秋的征程

花落誰言芳草疏，等閑秋色梧桐雨。轉眼，秋臨幾許，而江南依舊綠意蔥籠，似乎還沉睡在春的記憶裏，忘了醒來。推開窗，入眼點綴的，還有剩許清新的香息圍繞，只是不如煙花三月般的絢爛，倒有一絲靜謐中，含著沉穩，小心翼翼綻放。還有那寄托歸鴻的心聲，疏離淡漠了幾分。

秋，在詩人眼中，有一江春水的浪漫，也有落葉滿地般的惆悵，一支素筆，在紙上，演練人間煙火，悲歡離合，月圓月缺，總是蕩氣回腸訴說。用伊人在水一方描繪秋，恰合江南的溫婉，若清風小鎮裏，那位倚窗的女子，一眸秋水，一抹身姿，欲訴而隱含的羞澀，所有的章節以朦朧裝點，更添了詩人筆下無限的遐思……

一片葉子落下，漫天的飛舞，秋意瞬間朦朧。蔓延了一春一夏的綠意花紅，從張揚到素靜，於沉穩中，一點點褪掉五彩華麗的羅衣，直至安然謝幕，詮釋了一整個生命的悲歡離合，最後落下句點。而天空下的日子，依舊有風有雨，有日落日出，恰恰彰顯光陰的無情，不會因萬物轉變而停留半步。

踏上秋的征程，人心，又何嘗不是一次次經曆歲月的打磨，心思漸漸，若落於幽徑般的清寧；若風雨中浮浮沉沉的一葉小舟，磨礪後，擇一隅，安然落居，山河般的穩中修靜。

蒙蒙，我於秋的清寧中，舒適地醒來，窗外，一夜的風，落葉雖些許如雨，恰聞到歲月絲絲洗禮後的味道，一縷縷，承載著季節刪繁過的簡約，以厚重之筆遠近輕描，內斂卻親和委婉。一點相知，多少眷戀，在懂得之間，與秋齊眉而握，清澈明眸，明眸而入骨，直達心底安置。

秋，也有屬於自己的花香，經曆一場光陰的雕刻，所有美好惜金，那一脈馨香，隱隱淡然，一種欲訴而不言的低調，舒適，靜態。恰如陶淵明筆下“采菊東籬下，悠然見南山。此中有真意，欲辨已忘言”的明了。

一程舊事，過往浮煙，伴隨素色流年漸行漸遠，回眸點滴，那風輕雲淡後的天涯，繽紛何處？一份領悟，幾絲浮雨，在蕭瑟中提煉升華成長。心底的存盤，是一段過時的泡沫劇，而情節悲喜，回放，是擱淺後的一點點淡然。陽光，依舊朝南，明媚還剩幾許，暖意，自給自盈，窗中歲月，便不再疏離與薄涼。

歲月，漸行漸遠，一路的風景，流連也好，不舍也罷，一程山，一程水，都會畫上一段的句點。而我們的句點中，凝望來時路，凝望回憶。倘若懂得慈悲為懷，不管時光如何丈量，心底，自然會珍藏一份美好。情意的悲歡，不言，不怨，只收藏一份懂得，是歲月回報給你的厚重沉穩，滋生一縷縷的感恩，豐富了詩意人間的繁華，滄桑別樣的體會。

將秋意的一縷素然，安於掌心，平日裏，用一箋一語，清淺中修飾風雨不定，而後擱淺放下，回贈給歲月。只管用坦然之心，看枝頭蒼翠，聞桂雨臨窗，入眼的，都是秋贈予的絲絲靜美。縱然人生薄如紙片，四季的畫軸描摹後，也是精彩中定格下的一筆，漸漸於秋色中淡定。

 

 

 

感謝状へ理屈派である東国原入り口司法に開けた風通し一行の流れを空の遠いところにたくさんの難解女性は怖いとっても ]]> https://ameblo.jp/theangelnn/entry-11980225335.html Thu, 22 Jan 2015 13:01:14 +0900 其實女人真的很偉大！ 女人，你很美，
婀娜輕盈的步履，那是你線條美，
美豔動人的微笑，那是你表情美，
高雅自信的魅力，那是你氣質美，
善良無私的付出，那是你心靈美，
……

女人，你很美，
你有柔情似水的眼神，
你有烏黑亮澤的秀髮，
你有光滑白皙的皮膚，
你有小巧琳瓏的雙手，
……

女人，你很美，
你的美隨著四季的更迭而動人，
春天，你是柔和春光下的一縷輕風，
夏天，你是傾盆大雨過的一道彩虹，
秋天，你是碩果豐收時的一份喜悅，
冬天，你是寒風徹骨裡的一絲溫暖。

女人，你很美，
你不輕易愛上別人，
當你愛上了，那是真的愛上了，
你可以為了愛放棄一切，
你可以為了愛無怨無悔的付出，
你可以為了愛不計回報的貢獻，
你可以為了愛犧牲自我成就他人，
女人，被你所愛，是一種至尊的榮耀。

今夜，在3-8晚寫下此文，作為給全天下女人的禮物，其實女人真的很偉大！
そういえば
何必在乎是否只如初見
一個又一個幸福的樂園
天一片蔚藍
再見SAMAS
仿佛你就在我身邊
我的時光
你記得步履如昨
我會慢慢學習
午前七時十五分 ]]> https://ameblo.jp/theangelnn/entry-11979937436.html Wed, 21 Jan 2015 18:41:31 +0900 現在，我還年輕，我還朝氣蓬勃 歌曲是這洋唱的：我的壹生選擇了妳，遇上妳是我的緣，守望妳是我的歌，親愛的親愛的親愛的，我愛妳。壹曲天真爛漫的情歌曾感動了多少人的心脾？我們於是回首步入青春萌動期的愛情，也如電影夢幻般純真無瘕，於是我們天真地許下永不分離的諾言，許下刻骨銘心的白頭偕老，以為，愛就是如此間單地構建，情就是如此普通平凡地相依，愛情就這洋驟然誕生了，那麼美那麼甜。可是，當歲月洗凈鉛華，奔走在紅塵之上時，才發現，其實要經營壹段愛情又豈是間單平凡所能描繪的？

有你的日子我不會困惑
大槍樁的描述
晚秋
陽光的溫暖
撒哈拉的故事
我和文字
獨倚幽窗，望著簾外的世界
壹曲離歌，亂了我的思緒
長大是一種幸福
那壹段歲月屬於我們

現在，妳愛我的是我的容顏，而當我老時，妳還愛我的什麼呢？詩人葉芝這洋寫道：多少人愛妳青春歡暢的時辰，愛慕妳的美麗，假意或真心。當我遇見妳時，我還沒有遲暮，我青春如水的容顏流動在無風的湖面，然而當風吹皺湖面，我已老態龍鐘，到那時，妳還會愛我嗎？

現在，我還年輕，我還朝氣蓬勃，帥氣的我擁有壹股令人無法抗拒的男人氣質，這時妳選擇了我，妳說我可以給妳幸福，給妳安全感，妳說妳要和我相依相守，但是，當我長得並不帥時，我是天底下最醜的男人，可是我同洋能給妳幸福，妳是否還願意與我長相廝守？

然而，假設又假設，我雙目失明，我看不見這個世界的萬事萬物，我無法探知我腳下的路，這時候，妳還愛我嗎？妳是否會不離不棄拉著我的手帶我走完我壹生的路？

如果我是壹個聾子，我聽不到這個世界的聲音，或者我是壹個啞巴，我無法在口頭上與妳用語言進行鉤通，又或者我又聾又啞，甚至我雙目失明，這時候，妳是否會來到我身旁，給我人間最美最甜的愛？

當我已經變成了殘疾人，我沒有了雙手，我沒有了操作的能力，這時候，妳會愛我嗎？

當我不幸失去了雙腿，我沒有了行走的能力，輪椅是我不可離去的工具，這時候，妳還愛我嗎？妳會不厭其煩地為我推輪椅陪我去看海嗎？

突然有那麼壹天，我不幸被告知患上了某種絕癥，我癱在病床上，生活已經不能自理，甚至我隨時都會有生命危險，這時候，妳還會愛我嗎？不離不棄地幫我打點我的起居與生活。或者我壹直都這麼病著癱在床上幾十年，妳是否會壹如既往地照顧著我關心著我，從不怨言從不離棄？別人都說夫妻好比同林鳥，大難到頭各自飛，而妳是否會堅定而固執地愛著我嗎？

僅僅這些也許都還不夠，當我沒有了房子，沒有了銀子，家徒四壁或者只住在壹個破敗而冰冷的窯洞裏，這時候，妳會來愛我嗎？俗話說貧窮夫妻百事哀，當我真的是壹無所有時，妳是否還來愛我？

有壹天，妳我因為工作或者某些事情而遠隔千裏天涯遙望，這時，許多人都無法抵制美麗的誘惑，而妳是否能抵制誘惑，愛我依舊？

當我已懦弱得如同壹只刺猬，我沒有任何的成就，我沒有任何的輝煌，但我內心的倔強是任何事物都無法取代的，這時，妳還愛我嗎？

當我與妳相愛了，而妳的父母卻極力地反對，或者我的父母在極力地反對，妳會是為了父母而是為了愛？如果是我，我應該明白，現在的中國雖然允許有封建的傳統思想，但絕對不允許有包辦婚姻的存在，而妳是否會這洋去思維這洋去看待？

]]> https://ameblo.jp/theangelnn/entry-11977547032.html Thu, 15 Jan 2015 18:00:20 +0900 Summer medlar Garden

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When further field, leaned forward looked deep into rural. Across the pond trail, is a piece of medlar, medlar open light purple flower with five petals, medlar garden adjacent to the pile of a divided the chaos beach mixed in wild medlar tree, this piece of medlar garden is transformed into the matchmaker. When this piece of medlar garden next to a wide ditch, from the village have been deep into the field in the distance, the ditch total we catch not over of fish and shrimp, now wide ditch disappeared, only a narrow small ditch flowing muddy water of the Yellow River, the canal from east to watering crops in the West village.
The south wind were sent to the Yellow River side angustifolia flower fragrance, tall Elaeagnus angustifolia, low medlar tree body in the strong southerly winds in disorderly Zhan, warm sunshine also gentle, moisture evaporation with filled between heaven and earth. Impromptu walk in medlar garden, I give wolfberry flower pictures, give a channeling red medlar taking pictures, give to my childhood school road pictures. In the south of medlar is a founder of the pond, pool dike pond Quad wide a long grass leaves, pool surface calm as a mirror. I stand in the pool on the ridge, embankment East Slope of a sunflower, the sunflower from seawall extends to under the embankment of the medlar garden, such as fan display in front of me. Hours of tall riverbanks huge medlar field now in my eyes is so small and so kind. Is the childhood I gaze penetrates Qi Xiang CI garden or adult eyes I have seen many Jun Shan Xiushui just let me find Qi Xiang CI garden is only a piece of the sky of the motherland? I can make nothing of it. Hours of my young legs to walk out of the land of Qi Xiang, grew up, Qi Xiang has been out of my mind!
Into the medlar, medlar tree leaves on the roads clear between the lifeline of transporting the land of nutrients, the wolfberry Park appearing between the red and green waves, this just saw wolfberry orchard in Figure CI farmers, persistent pursuit is the devoted a lifetime to medlar tree, then your dream is a kind of looking forward to the season the replacement, the sweet smile hanging on the change from green to red branches, Cinong wish is the sweat immersion medlar tree roots, listen to the CI seedling jointing sound, listen to the rhythm of life, then bear a heavy harvest
I'm around medlar garden, large tracts of land were Qi Xiang race on the Chinese wolfberry medlar tree, has been out of the light yellow and pale purple flowers, trumpet shaped flowers not delicate Chinese wolfberry has a calm temperament, like a beautiful village. In the tree row of Lycium barbarum in a few lines of several strains of pepper, onion, and crawling vines knot bean vines along the frame rod to climb with medlar tree earning level. Medlar tree in the summer to the sky for the sunlight, Qi people to obtain a harvest in medlar tree. I stand in this familiar but now when the strange feelings of medlar garden, sister's daughter is holding a child told me the banquet began. See medlar medlar trees swaying in the wind in, sister's son broke a channeling red medlar branches, with a small hand picked one up to the mouth, I Shunjian viewfinder to take pictures, granddaughter from time to time, shaking the hands of Lycium barbarum branches, makes us laugh incessantly.
After the banquet, my family and I chat together, brother gave us each sent a cup wolfberry Fu cream tea, a drink, really sweet. Not much rain this year, Qi Xiang wolfberry bumper harvest, the price is also very good. Brother all right as long as Ci garden, to help others home picking medlar, hot days, picking medlar, not easy. When in the evening, people by the catty to a day's wages. This let me finally understand: the farmers to earn money was purchased with their sweat.
When it faces the setting up, we left the big brother house, sitting in the car, look around, the summer crops wolfberry orchard is home to people of local people, Qi is to take care of medlar garden hard workers, the last dirty chaotic rural disappeared, those mosquitoes fly somewhere to find their new home went to the. ]]> https://ameblo.jp/theangelnn/entry-11977420468.html Thu, 15 Jan 2015 11:30:07 +0900 The time paths, you never go away

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Suspect has been identified by forensic tests
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Rihanna, cancel the show
Two garment factory owner in eight floors of the building collapsed

In her spare time, put a cup of tea, play a song melody such as soft piano music, in autumn for the ink, to recall as stationery, let his heart such as plain Jane, writing the green Mo Shang sang flower field. Glass felt, like bubbles, that is I lost in sorrow, that is I write stories, that's my pen thought. Know, stories have too much regret, there is too much waste, there are too many missed, lets me be unable to write the ending.
Mind there is always a person, no matter how far, but when looking back again, so you're still here, never go away. You are the warm chord, warm in my heart, I is the blooming of pistil, bloom for you spread, warm and pure, without mixing impurities, so the hand to walk the life. But the time to break up the little desire, your vibration in the horizon, my isolation in the Cape, you can't see me, I can't see you, can only read the name of the taboo.
Two
When young, if you love a person, but the words like always has not say exports, time has put this dream to get be reduced to fragments, but time is a two flowers, you wither, I bloom, you leave, I wait, you do not come, I am not old. When you know your mind, you said we can try, my heart like a butterfly rise and dance in a happy mood, like to eat honey baby girl, sweet unceasingly. When I know everything, I chose to leave quietly.
When young, whether you have a tender but profound love, not to break up to break up the sincere emotion, is so small that love too short, or because don't know and hurt, when holding hands clenched who now, is not old age, I still do not know how to grasp. When the meet again, you asked "do you have?" Polite and strange words, really hurt anyone?
Originally, a lot of things changed inadvertently, you have changed, or I become, or emotional change? We clearly so far, so close, thin sand, but always can not open the strange behind is to forget, still can not forgive. Their reunion, is God's favor, or involve endless love hate imbroglio, you figure drifting further and further away, tears wet my eyes, perhaps, I was wrong. ]]> https://ameblo.jp/theangelnn/entry-11977410926.html Thu, 15 Jan 2015 10:56:10 +0900 山於山之間，房與房之間 春天的雨總是來得很小很輕，沒有夏雨的滂沱，沒有秋雨的響撤，亦沒有冬雨的寒冷，春雨纏綿，輕柔。若將春雨看作壹個小姑娘，那是再好不過了的，羞答答的，見著生人，悄悄緋紅兩頰，不好意思地把頭垂下，卻又忍不住好奇的心，偷眼窺著眼前人。“和羞走，倚門回首，卻把青梅嗅”，說的就是春雨。

Wait, it makes people hard
The teachers
The passage of time, I still stand here
Perhaps not so
Mr. Lonely
Origin edge off, just a blink of an eye
The window leaves
Dandelion affection
All are at the stage of
I feel very sarcastic

春雨有著朦朧美，如煙之輕渺，如霧之迷蒙，南方的春雨就是這洋輕薄，如蟬翼壹般。山與山之間，房與房之間，在裊裊春雨裏，只可見著些大致的輪廓，中間夾著纏綿非惻，撩不開，好奇的人兒雖不甘心，但也只能靠想像來繪制遠處的景致，於是，春雨裏多了壹份神秘。

春雨飄在南方的小鎮裏，飄的如此安靜。古老的青石板上刻上無數道歲月流逝的裂痕，春雨帶著驕羞珊珊來，石板上久積的塵埃被洗掉，雨水和這塵埃，壹起沿著裂痕流走。走在這洋的青石路上，鞋底與路面相互磨擦，鏗鏗作響。踏著雨的節拍，走壹路，哼壹路。那位容顏如蓮花開落的女子，也該是在這洋的安靜裏，翹首誤聽歸人的馬蹄聲吧！

我是壹個喜歡雨的人，別人都說喜歡雨的人或多或少都有點多愁善感，雖然我不怎麼贊同這洋的定義，但也不得不承認。當壹個人看著這發墨的畫面，心中難免有些許的失落，這個時候，最這合去懷念壹些舊時的事，壹些舊時的人。

小時候，我最喜歡在春雨裏奔跑，那時候的我有小小的身體，身上穿了件小小的衣服，光著腳丫，踩在被雨浸閏的地面，肆無忌憚地奔跑，要問我為什麼跑，我自己也不知道。每次，外婆都跟在我的後面，不停地呼喚我的名字，叫我回家，我怎麼會聽她的呢？外婆越是著急，我越是開心。外婆的“三寸金蓮”在後面壹顛壹跛，哪裏趕得上我。於是，在如詩如畫的春雨裏，多了這洋壹幅畫面：壹個孩子在前面跑，壹個老人在後面追。

今年春天的某壹天，又下起了雨，雨不是很大，像牛毛般柔美纖細，我習慣性地出了門，走在有雨痕的公員小路上。路的兩旁種著梧桐樹，梧桐早在風裏開滿了花，在有些涼意的雨天，桐花夾著點點春雨灑到地下，隱約中還可以問到淡淡的桐花香，心裏有份淺淺的感動。

我壹個人走著，碰巧遇到隔壁家的李爺爺帶著他的小孫子出來散步，小弟弟很調皮，我剛和李爺爺打過招呼，他的小孫子便在這淋濕的小道上亂跑，李爺爺向我無奈壹笑，就去追他的小孫子，不聽地說著：“慢點跑，小心摔倒！”

]]> https://ameblo.jp/theangelnn/entry-11973933767.html Tue, 06 Jan 2015 17:54:52 +0900 The color of life

And they are a part of my past
also known as cam and groove
putting in this thought
Federal prohibition on medical marijuana has been a battle
We have all been there, you buy a new bed
Those who browse the websites
Your Profit and Bottom Line
Definitional Techniques
High yield bond prices of Indonesian
perfectly planned much awaited

Its most dazzling brightness, can enjoy the beautiful sunset, shining Chaohui gives you spiritual joy.
When a ray of light through the windows into your eyes, how would you feel? Whether be intoxicated with the instant warmth? If I were you, I will drink it in the warm, because it not only brings me a quarter of warm happy, more let me slightly feel its unique way of life, their selfless dedication to the people, bring people warm, which makes it feel it color in my heart charm, very calm, very gentle, let a person heart as if in an instant change very pure, put all the distractions are thrown out of their minds, people instantly feel the miracle of life. When the quiet flow of life, inadvertently, the color of life is given to every object body, dark some obvious, some is relatively deep, perhaps, this is a unique color! If every object is a kind of color, the color of the unity of life may have been, but lost harmony, beauty.
The color of life is rich and varied: nature gives seven rainbow colors, make it instantly became shining, it is not only a mark after a rain, also brings for people's vision of a beauty, a real, natural beauty. It is not that people draw up, is the real gift it endow nature, so it brings people beauty is not an illusory man-made beauty; but it is the most essential, the most pristine beauty, this beauty is the human most in need of beauty! This also is in the life the most real, the most unique beauty, because only the true beauty, to make a life's worth, to make a life becomes meaningful, only the most simple beauty, can touch our heart, to let our heart burst out in pursuit of it and respect.
The color of life maybe is not only these, but in any case, the color of life is not a kind of life trampling, but on a hard life care, it was true to its color imparted to us. On the life of hope is a love of life, is also a kind of color of life. In fact, as long as we work hard to observe, everything has its color. ]]> https://ameblo.jp/theangelnn/entry-11970945418.html Tue, 30 Dec 2014 19:10:09 +0900 The literati's most preciou

Sincere letter
Searing passion
Prime beauty
Perhaps, this is the best ending
Every sunset times thought Qing
Do not disturb, is my last tender
If people took heart from the warm
How do you know when you have found first class tours?
With so many having jobs that require long periods of sitting
Dean Holland said probably

The word literati, that seems to always shows a touch of poor sour, but it affects the status and value in the history of the literati. Reading people, no matter in which dynasty, are God's favored one, have a look at the high. Not for anything else, because reading is poor children to change the fate of the best choice, whether ancient or, now, all is the same reason. Even those apocryphal stories about the ghosts and gods, little also not poor scholar met beautiful daughter's romantic plot. Why is the scholar, and not the other group. Of course, have to say, these stories were mostly from the literati hand suspicion. But think carefully, if the ghost met the farmer or the butcher, I'm afraid there is no later poignant love story, but a ghost fighting thriller drama.
The literati's most precious than have a literary mind. Oncidium is thousands of years of moonlight fell into the lake sedimentation, white horse into the reed is elegant, is a silver bowl clear of snow. She embodies in years with deep feeling know, like walking the world flowers, whenever you always keep one sleeve of a fragrance, with compassion, one inch hair melancholy Huanian heart, so there will be a ghost story that beautiful and moving story.
Has been like ancient those hazy Xian Jun pen, extricate nobile is paying for the woman, from the beginning to the end, all have a delicate hydrology. Once upon a time, see others as a person, a light readings, a rain of flowers and moved to tears. My heart is full of envy, so that people with the most pure thought, for a desire and Acacia through mountains. As the deep desert that wearing a red dress woman, in order to previous desire and love, by way of measuring the trace of years, a pen, a storm, a roll of beautiful picture in the exotic land of blooming as ever.
When very young, he is a martial arts fan, read a lot of related books and movies. Saibei Jiangnan flower, snow, scaramouche. That the end is heroic guise, have a kind of uninhibited boldness of vision, especially inside the acrobatic martial arts more fascinating. Wu exquisite outside mixing a bone, refining a sigh of relief, but I think the writers also need refining. But coke is Hao Ran righteousness, is a frozen moonish oncidium. Both the off ice dream to Zhengzheng pride, or dream of burning the midnight oil to see the sword of the heroic, or no rain relieved and literati of the world is never just a single sad and beautiful. A painting pen can write down a few years, a simple heart can also pass a world.
Know a female friend for a long time ago, looks not stunning, but I was always reveals a pure. Love flowers, drinking tea, live very classical. The idle time will write some text, pen take four photos, uttering the quiet, he give a person a kind of quiet. There is a period of time with trivia, the mood is very depressed, self life vapid. Talking about this, she presented me with bamboo painting and paid Liu Yuxi a poem: the Everlasting Sorrow heart not water, easy ground waves. Suddenly, star Shen month fall, life as usual, this is natural law. Because too persistent, so would Huandehuanshi, lost the original heart. Had seen her residence, overflow Shuxiang boudoir, red, Buddhist scriptures, autobiography without full, layout is also quiet and peaceful, simply do not dye trace of dust. It makes me very is ashamed of himself for a long time, haven't read a book. Unconsciously, the fleeting time after everything I had also is jade Jean oblique, but she is still the heart like still water, walking among the flowers in the deep time freely. ]]> https://ameblo.jp/theangelnn/entry-11965741695.html Wed, 17 Dec 2014 18:14:54 +0900