Warmth of spring has not only a few days, cold days began to rise. In the end is in March. If the calendar according to the ancients of course, not even in March, those who engaged in "Scenes in Yangzhou friends" Xin Taiji is clearly a bit. But the anxious feelings traveling can always be understood. I do not have the false expectation was looking forward to his neck in May have long Mody.
Sunrise Park today to see cherry blossoms fully open, and another on a piece of garden outside looked Unfortunately, wind and rain the past few days, probably soon to thank the. Cherry blossoms falling from the trees, but when the group should be more beautiful, if they can see the words.
NetEase e-card sent, I wish a happy birthday. But never Gregorian date of birth, but the occasional look greedy, and too much of a birthday - not to mention not eat a cake, not many Xu a wish, just issued a hair routine grievances - also not a sin to strike.
Almost every birthday is not escape such a cold spell cold weather, but also will see the cherry blossoms, or open or defeat of spectacular. One year spent similar, but each is different from every year. Different person not only changes in personnel, or their age increases, but also because of the growing lens opacity. The share of the past against things crystal clear from my mind is already gone. The remaining one does not own an awkward, innocent and naive is not possible, and mature seasoned but had not trained, only sigh about their practice of martial arts than at home, without their own whole mature, like Xiu hand, on the 1st day, increasingly can not be carved. Where to go in a very depressed.
Like a tree. Have been longing for a tree of life. Preferably in the empty wilderness, or alpine lakes, wanton growth alone. That is probably the mentality of the past, and now, after all, old and some, probably some of intolerable loneliness, and seems more interested in growing in the yard day and night watch lover, or a quiet walk in the park watching people coming and going, so sit tree trance people can look up at the sky from time to time to look at the way the lines of leaves, as in the sunny days that the park frequented by those who accompany me a whole winter's hoary Indus.
But I can not just a tree, my mind was also full of fantasy and the distance around the idea of wandering. No traces of the scarred horizon like a tree, like the sky fell in love with a desire to fly fish, or fell in love with the fish swimming in love with birds, is an awkward and contradictory existence. They were destined not happy unless they give up their dreams, but lost a dream, how could they really happy?
I am probably the existence of such an embarrassment. Despair from time to time, from time to time in need of self-anesthesia. Life will never be cold quietly watched you, and let your back appearing a cold.
Author: zure
