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Today the Leisure Exhibition "word lanrong drinking water", feel every word fragrance, sentence feelings. When touching, his affectionate appealing; lonely, plaintive little thin cool heart, let a person willing to indulge them, not awake. Perhaps, it is because the lanrong if this delicate outstanding talent and always melancholy and Moody's mind, just let his many followers, for dumping, to sigh sigh! Can not help but think of "a dream of Red Mansions" in Jia Baoyu, although the lanrong if not in one of the dynasties, but the same is spoony kind heart Confidante and inextricably bogged down in, with the peak of the family is born and is anxious to free threshold insiders. However, Jia Baoyu is more if lanrong, some perverse rebellious and, although he is gifted, but do not like reading, though born families, but hate the secular, although it is a man, but loving daughter state, although it is passionate, but it is foolish people high chair.

Remember Jia Baoyu once quoted "Chuang-tzu" words: "my life is limited, while knowledge is limitless. To be with my limited life,!" The meaning is: the life is limited, but knowledge is unlimited, use the limited life to the pursuit of infinite knowledge, is bound to fail! This reflects the Chuang-tzu a natural response to the idea to some extent. However, Jia Baoyu thinks, because of this, absolutely not read ancient books, because they will poison the people, freedom of the soul, shackle people to explore the pace. If caught, unavoidably has the fame entangles the heart, yn the labor of their shape, and even their lives to the poor profit, loss of God as pure consumption, sorrow! So, what he wants, is nothing more than a pot of wine, rouge a box, there are three five intimate sister accompanied, or in the red snappers, or feet on hilltops waterside land, in the Qing Huan in this life.
Visible jade heart clear and indifferent. However, after all, is caught in the quagmire of worldly people, many things are so powerless, want to seize, may not be able to get, get, is not what you want. Come to think of it, life is not a contradiction? Since decided to immerse yourself in the earthly stream, but can not do their own round transparent. Perhaps, because of this, I would so love this sentence "clouds centerless water from idle" artistic conception. When dark change, spring and autumn migration, many personnel are paid Qiuhong, the time lost cannot be salvaged in the years of dust, also, nowhere pursuit, but the free writing of the convective clouds, forthcoming affordable landscapes, still maintained a clear quiet, natural leisure attitude. They are like to laugh at the world's threshold outsiders, no distraction without a hitch, calm freely, reconcile oneself to one's situation. Sometimes, you just have to be a lift Mou, or a head, can from their shadow, find a heart cool.
"There is no need to rush down the hill, more wave to the world", however, the clear spring ah, since you are so arbitrary and comfortable, why rush to the mountain of the dust to dust contaminated with it, still let the noise of trivial earthly more wave! In fact, this did not reflect the poet self contradictory, although quite yearning deep valleys the ethereal and clear, but still could not forget the rich world filled with fireworks, after all he is a grain of mustard seed to the world, no matter how free, are to be settled in the reality of the dust. immigration to Europe This "send out of the mountains and white clouds, eyeful red dust dial not open" means, which is quite similar to. When a poet with out of the valley with KEF clouds, all earthly cumbersome feel Pumianerlai, difficult to wipe, want to always stay in the no nag the pure land, but because of the responsibility on the shoulders and inner cares to deep red.
The song "white balance" is the poet Bai Juyi, Bai Juyi is unfortunate career, officialdom on, a few degrees of ups and downs, a few degrees of hard, however, he always did not forget to seek a way out in the turbulent society. His poem liquor Qin Zen, yearn for landscape amuse idle light, never thought thoroughly hermitage, and Zen interest is also accompanied by his real life, whether in the satisfied or frustrated when, all accompanied. There is a Book loaded cloud ", Bai Juyi to Confucianism for repair the body, in order to Buddhism to cure their hearts, adjacent to the landscape, romantic, gin, Song poetry and music will". Yes, as ordinary you I, although do not to the Buddhist said a Buddhist term., but as long as the heart can be planted in the world of mortals cool, the reference of Zen Mind, understand the essence of life in the ordinary days, even cannot fathom what ethereal cloud water environment, also can make an ordinary person in the world, have simple happiness Mortgage.  

Maybe, someday, we will meet some people let us weep for him, in the disconsolate review, we cannot forget, time is like a pen, in a a pen to outline the traces of the past. In those years, we are destined to go farther and farther, in those years, and who put dreams lost in the city, waiting for Youth passes as a fleeting wave... Time goes by, the old hair, also the old face. When people, do you remember who to cry Maid.
In our story, will meet many people, after some people walked in, in also did not leave, always play a role in our story. Some people just walked lightly, without leaving a trace, it won't be long before they let we easily forget. Some people, but only for a moment, but may become our life in mind. Because in the life story, makes you the most unforgettable is probably the one stop for a person, let your tears or that a stay in a moment one.
Who will remember that year, kapok Masamori, met you at the moment, the hearts of love as the Ivy League in general, spread, spread. And your camera also freeze that touch my smile. You inadvertently entered my story, and it is so instant casual, but let me worthy of a lifetime to forget the pain.
Sometimes, some of the stories, there will be no happy ending if you know, whether or not we will choose to start? And I, or choose to when the moth. I know you will be there in my story is too long, but still choose to let you into my story, even their own can not find reason to tell why. Maybe I hit already destined to meet some people so, tears. So the heart, with you.
You walked with me for the young and frivolous, a stunning in that time, we sat together watching the tide. We all had a repeat of impossible dream, then we clean and beautiful, pure and like crazy. I like to look at your eyes that hint of graceful smile, but you love me that insolent haughty inferior character.
When we are young and not sorrow taste, now, into the society I slowly calmed down. Between you and me, we have formed a tacit understanding. As we all know, there is one called silent things between you and me. Just separated, we will have a conversation, in the QQ today, no text messages, see each other's dynamic, also just silently praise. Perhaps, all the dust has settled, the song eventually became a war.
There was a time, company incorporation I have to go back through we have walked through the place, a small street also through that section had we often pass by is covered with moss, I saw not to know who is engraved on the stone floor of the text in the streets. The text seems to be a bit familiar, but strange. I also went to see the tree carving your name on the tree. Stroking the word, but the memories are fuzzy up. At the time of baptism, the three words long been blurred, as the memory like before, no longer have the taste of happiness. Even I have forgotten what it is carved up. Is it right? Young will be so stupid? However, the end of the story has already arranged the. No, the final choice to forget.
Perhaps, in life's story, always meet such a person, let your tears. Red dust, three thousand live, just for one person. Not as much as is missing, can not write is pain. Chapter chapter. The memories and eventually became a war.
Met you, I know, you will be edge of my past life, this life of the robbery. Meet the shortest, but will let me use the life the pain to repay. But I know this, I did it a the moth.
Met you, I know, this will empty mournful, lonely tears flower, series. You are in my forehead moment of sorrow, let me alone, you are in my heart buried a lonely seeds, let me cry alone.
Met you, I know, and you just roll around a small life, from meet, know to forget is just turned a distance.. If life only such as first, and stop at the first sight, Is it right? All of the past and sadness will not happen? Love is a pain, a field, a dream. Finally a blank field DRREBORN.  

The past, an eternal topic. Living in this world, time music recording our journey in dribs and drabs. Along the way, those nostalgic memories remind me of the memories of yesterday, passed, even yesterday, also like a dream, opened his eyes, all disappear in smoke company formation in hong kong.
Water immersion time, not on the rock character lines. Writing under the pen character, witnessed the past youth, escaping the fragrance, twining missing filaments, into the scattered light. Coarse word askew, rows of swing in the sheet, then I, leaving only the shadow play like limpid eyes, see not, how many years after the re turn old words I think quietly reenex facial.

Why joy do not know how to cherish, cherish the time why has not touch joy? People are always changing, common gossiping chased gradually blurred, clear face but with a hint of green. In the time of song, the memory stop converting, our identity today, could not have the shadow. But it is so it is intoxicating, makes us hard to find in its weaving dreams, looking for that one has not changed heart, to find that a pure years.
Passing wind blowing a childhood dream, colorful flowers have opened in the heart of the ocean. When looking for, but I do not know for tomorrow, come back to, eager to be satisfied, but continue to wear shackles, step by step into the unknown. To lose is not goods, is deathless time; don't get money, is the treasure in the heart of a warm, a true.
Always in the pursuit of a better life tomorrow, always thinking about the past, want to harvest in the future, want to comprehend, but at once, in reference to the unknown tomorrow, if not stand on solid ground, grasp now, to write a brilliant chapter, Ann.
Leave footprints gradually by the sand burial, overseas property investment the setting sun afterglow was run continuously. When the light face, revealing the happy smiling face, recorded the most true, the most beautiful yesterday. Repeatedly turn the memory, each one has a different feeling, affects the heart love strings. When all off, in a time of looking back, out of clear, a vague, but added warmth, add sweet memory Outsourcing payroll.
Incomplete memory fragments, hidden to forget the memory, the days, there are sour, sweet, bitter, hot and longing for love. The river of life, leading to the water of the sea is so little, the rest in the flowing process or evaporation, or deposition, or diaspora. Past events such as, experienced many, but have limited. Even if the back, only to find a bit.
Eternal precious, count, only the imaginary dream waiting for the same. Dream has not changed, I am still for its hard work, waits for it. See flowers bloom, Yunjuanyunshu, eventually however, calm water, constant reading difficult to move. Life is but a dream, a dream within a dream, when broken at the moment, all is silence, wilting ashes Oslee.
The past, the dream if the flowers. Life in the spring light, bloom the beautiful flowers withered in the fall litter, the wind volume, all the smoke dispersed, dream dies Broadband.