Fishing boats docked in my mind the sound of Chopin's strings, then Maple evening, when geese are homing, fishing boat Xingling shine. I took the soul of the net to search for the night and I am a woman wandering blurred face, a smile, there are those sweet days of bloom.
moment I drift,cheap UGG boots, I have looked to Rose Island in a quiet tidal breathing between the faded its shadow.
sand and foam end of the day's low on a long whisper.
gradually inundated by the moonlight.
wall, a pastoral caused by lighting, according to Solomon in front of the pillars. Through the orange light, I began to recall the Bandaotiehe in the gallery. That is my woman Chuixinqixue and for. She said that a person is the best way to commemorate the day of painting, because the memory has been lost in the state, by drawing, even if some things have disappeared, will forever remember, always remember the things which become immortal, but immortality paintings, but without exception, all my face.
euphemism that matte finish easily broken words, perhaps leaving soon.
moment, Gu Fan Yuan shadow blue sky net, only see the sky tears flow. As sad as the banner lie high in the air.
stationary stone, you hear me call?
I'm coming, I finally came, with a humble and conciliatory clouds, I gently quietly come.
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through Bandaotiehe rusty key in the hole, a long time to filter out dust the cobwebs and dust, my eyes now docked in a tiny South Pacific coral reefs of the tropical rain forest.
At this point,UGG boots, cold air crossing, my tears as the continuity of the hills, like a cloud of sadness over the rainforest Dihuai, memory beginning to recover from the ice.
This is my home of a woman's soul. She said she has many things to learn from the rainforest where, for example sadness, pain, despair, family and so on. After she was out of the rain forest,bailey UGG boots, is the first man to see me, so I fell in love with me.
women warm I stroked my cheek, the face of this there is no logic to talk, I began gently questioning her words: I just fell in love with it hunger?
in the lost sheep, the world is full of color from this, that one second from the beginning to see you, I do most of my life regret the decision.
I am a romantic poet, so I said so.
This is the movie stars on the roof, facing the sky shining meteor, I take my women tall rainforest discuss all of the answers.
she did not tell me any details of tropical rain forest, including tall rose island. Only occasionally mentioned.
We just like the night was still tight. Wordless silence.
moment, however, has focused in time to another point, people have changed, people have not.
woman became one of my stone cold. She never left me.
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This is, without exception, every day,UGG bailey button, empty night.
is placed on the second floor of the old silent movie. Me and my woman's story I did not cut, the blank has been filled with fragments did not end in the next section. Women miss me again, my tears began to sleep together with the water.
silence of the night, I left on a woman's monologue, I am facing the north wind blows is a tall monument. Originally thought was so pale and weak.
gradually rising in the endless night of the fireworks, bright sky, on Valentine's night.
we go to the fireworks right?
to see that flowers flowers into recycled
dream dreams on how to reproduce We stand shoulder to shoulder through the desolate
river I've been watching
and tingling ecstasy of life
in this one moment
like fireworks
- Xi Murong
However, the flowers and the sky, a few seconds bloom, immediate fall is my woman's ashes.
an old yellow lamp, lonely no sense of proportion in my mind sink. Corridor north wind blowing. I constantly trembled with cold.
start breaking some of the wording of euphemism in the Bandaotiehe into psychedelic colors, those psychedelic colors woven into scenes of the love drama, it is the woman's paintings and my poetry. Vividly unfolded before my eyes.
endless, blowing hot and cold. Wang Chuan stir in my eyes.
Yes ah, my lovely woman, you're not at all true.
you know? those gray
you tear me every day a thousand times, like falling in flames.
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life at the moment, such as leaf boat swaying in the days drifting.
obscure the sun, the rows of gull really does swing the tide.
I witnessed a woman broken my face, into the rain, which I splashed on to the memories. Feng
girl on the South Pacific, is pleased to accept the reef rainforest invitation indistinct, a long hose attachment came over me, bottomless springs pouring down, that was my woman tears, but now I miss the **** begins to nourish forests. I
contradiction, and I blurred, but my faith has grown into a towering trees, fertile soil in the deeper roots in mind, I love you, Ann, no power can change this belief, So I have to back of the tour but, I have to follow your Qiongyin.
rusty now I opened the Bandaotiehe, then presented a good dark dark good time. I went back to the past.
My eyes have been transferred to the tall roses in the fall of the island state. I fly thousands of miles from, the long hose with traction.
This is the weekend shopping. I am a woman held my hand wander the world in the range of goods. Her lovely appearance, like the movies playing in my mind. Walking in a place selling roses, and she stopped. She pointed to the slight but strange beauty of the rose thorns, smiles at me and said:
preparedness, in fact, that is they have their mood from the opening.
Stubbs, going to hurt you, if unplugged, it will hurt me. You know, I would rather hurt my own, because the heart has always been a love should be pain. me. Because we love life often subtle contradictions, those little episode in the reef like a river, attracted the vortex and the wave is not smooth.
an inclusive and broad spikes of the island, I have my mind Welcome to Wikipedia, no matter what, I have been your most broad shoulders and chest.
She always looked kindred tears Lian Lian silent pink roses, and I will not speak, because I know the meaning of roses for me.
This is our only between the exploration of the meaning of the island for the tall roses.
However, since the woman I went to heaven after kindred rose to wither. I am not the first is dissolved into the rose's thorn in my heart, like the woman I had to compromise my smile.
What a woman ah.
I started to close my eyes.
at the moment, began to scour the rough waters rose precarious island, I heard the tall island is washed away the mud. Roses scattered over the floor.
water rose gradually submerged islands.
Bandaotiehe began in the dark picture presented down.
eyes only this was. I like boat, like the rocks in the shallows. As soon as tremor, love has been destroyed.
and I ran aground, the pieces, and there it is beached endless memories.
Finally, I cried, and tears into a raging avalanche swept away by the tsunami.
only Kongmang one of the world. Regression lines are no longer happy nightmare.
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deviation Rose wilted windowsill
my tears gradually smudged
climb up the face of fatigue
stuck in the autumn morning
miss you standing outside holding a flower stained the cold morning dew
hold me shaking so that some oxygen
you can wander far away for me to pay all
love milk and fried dough sticks would be heaven
haze retreat to the warm sunny bloom sentence
long, long time filled with love like honey
midnight fall time
bullet train through your heart
shadowless light the outline of sadness occupy vast happiness
Britain lungs hurt my fantasy displaced
in that night never to return
wind picked up the line of my tears falling slowly
submerged deeply wounds the soul
light years passed quietly love is not returned to Hong Kong
ride the waves like the Launch of anchorage
no one may deviate from the direction of the beginning
at any time to accept the impermanence of things
- Original lyrics
Bandaotiehe scattered words in the full round and round in my tears eyes. This is my woman's novel was She told me with interest of that sad but beautiful love story. However, only leaving their homes at the moment I'm lonely shadow, facing a month under mysterious sad. That story is not a sign or urgency, my lovely woman? Why only you did it would only scapegoat? If you replaced me, how wonderful!
I touch Bandaotiehe feel the walls had almost rust wear. Because the tears wet, and past precipitation, the dark dark time package.
Now I'm looking at Bandaotiehe to my last trial.
a pale critical condition notice, under a shadowless lamp is still lit, smiling face.
It was a half Zhang Tiantang seal stamped declaration. Misty my tears.
now back an hour before the adventure of the past.
woman sitting on me and my barbecue store at midnight to discuss the philosophy of love soy milk and fried dough sticks.
my woman said to me:
I said: Their love is a kind of complement each other.
personality.
leave the barbecue restaurant, we walked along the river bank on. Curl of the wind blowing our cheeks. Seiki flow under the moon. I have been holding my hand walking woman. Cold wind blowing, I took off his clothes plus woman in my shoulder. Moon light, frost months, me and my woman seems to wander in love as the sea. +
the morning, I took a handful of roses, a woman standing in front of me, because she liked the roses in the morning dew, so I came to her door twelve, I told themselves to be sincere, because the rain is to accompany the advent of personal thoughts will become crystal clear warm moist, this is my woman I saw me as the only woman, although a bit vulgar.
the door open, my eyes looked at me woman Gululu.
I picked up my woman, kissed her fragrant hair, she was excited about hypoxia, whining cry. She kept me on the shoulder hammer.
Yes ah, I was too stupid, but I was too late. My lovely woman, now open your eyes to see me? Yela
wind back to the streets of Indus. Me and my woman to walk in the empty corner.
brightly shining noisy street. I went to the store to buy some necessities. I am a woman standing outside the door. But in that moment for the world upside down.
that I entered the store a few seconds, a woman was an undercurrent of my coerced to go, it is a mad car, can not control that kind of undercurrent to pocket her. The foot of the ground shaking, an underlying disorder lie out, I quickly run in the streets, chasing my woman, because she had flown more than twenty meters, she was swept away, like a mist. I shouted her name in the back.
I heard my woman's high heels hit the ground short beep. I heard my heart would explode. Moment, the world is so quiet, so still makes breath, scary, people close to death, I gradually catch up, and I slowly turned round to the woman, her face covered with blood, I sent a desperate screams;
Soon after, an ambulance came. I hold my woman got on. I kept calling me a woman's ear: with a smile.
ward out of the window the rain, pouring down rain. Muddy landscape unclear. Holding the rose that morning had turned into a red wound, my tears with the rain cycle. Washed over and over again.
ventilator faintly beating on the screen. I am a woman remains her innocent smile.
I looked at my woman, began to feel numbness, fainting, I finally unconscious.
doctors over my rescue when my woman has entered the emergency room. Me through the window and saw the doctor face large drops of perspiration.
seven hours later, an angel dressed in white told me that your woman is a letter from heaven away.
over and over again I stroked my woman's face, again and again calling her name, but she eventually did not wake up.
Bandaotiehe I have read in the mark. Invisible Waves suddenly felt overwhelmed by the whole sky.
Bandaotiehe issued a
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woman today is my birthday. The woman a year ago I died that day.
dark night, I opened the window, let the moon pouring down quietly. I am a woman's birthday each year, and I will be prepared candlelight dinner table, and then sing a love song to her. She said:
My Daitou husband!
good beautiful beautiful day.
I see the witness of our love turning Bandaotiehe also shed tears.
my woman said:
at the moment, I opened the drawer, looked at me quietly woman's diary, which read;
my photos are posted, he said, love love me, why should I put into the happiness of every second of time, made me think, my man in the book's last page, that is 520 pages, write the 'I love you' three characters in the book on page 13, page 14 were written on the 'whole life', four characters, I see here, my man called me, he called to tell me ; security, 1,314,520, whole life I love you. I cried, I think I am the happiest woman in the world ... ...
She gave me the ring give meaning to put the rocket, he said: thousands of miles traveled, ends of the earth hand in hand. We completed the most important ritual in life, in Hainan ends of the earth ... ...
is tell you to hold me, ah, you do not hold me for a long time ... ... I knock the first five hundred ring can ah ... ... ...
... ...
live longer, as my tears gushed out like a spring.
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morning good night
bloody numbers downstairs store
keep you left the air of faintly
still filled with the taste of fried dough sticks, and soy milk
rendering the memory of the year
oiled paper yellow pages and pages of notes
I followed the traces of tears in the browser
good years there has been
sure you answer my cherished
long lonely silence
I like the candlelight dinner tonight
is your birthday today, covered with rose petals on the table
I drank a few glasses of wine half
also poured you a cup of
I forgot you're gone
thinking too crowded to drive to the other soil
were tired, they need to shift
guilt in the mind to the vicious cycle
despair that can not erase
wanton erosion in a cup of drink
Renhuan the day you leave
original sad legacy of love back and forth as the waves washed
the banks of my heart
Why do I feel I am guilty of the Lambs
forget that you will be very simple
but unexpectedly I am your shadow is always the night raid
until late at night and felt discouraged
alarm sounded at half past six
I was tired to say good night dawn
way to collapse
to blasphemy and rejected my faith
the church that morning
threw exchange rings
indelible belief
I know that guilt can not dock
- Original lyrics
I woman in my novel
At this point, I have sat on the ground limp. Speechless. Because the language has been in my mind disappeared.
Ann, that the dead person is me, the more wonderful!
clock had struck six. Began around dawn feeding the pigeons. Ann, I did not sleep a wink all night, I almost choked.
Finally, I was between dying, gradually fell asleep.
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Bandaotiehe hit the sign language, from a dream that my introduction of the South Pacific coral reefs, tropical rain forests. Which enshrines a woman of my tragic past. I know it is my deepest scars woman.
woman I never expected I would be sad out of mercy, she is a strong woman, I know, she is the black plague those who do not want to infect her to me. So, I have been relying on women to tell their hearts diary.
diary from her vague description, I know my woman is an orphan. Grew up in the orphanage. Like drawing and writing. Mothers of premature death, the father to avoid responsibility, missing figure, so she has been living a life of unaccompanied, but very happy.
was eight years old, her biological father to orphanage and brought her home. Originally thought that better days will come, and I was very happy woman, but those who think happiness is a layer of dark clouds covered.
She did not finish junior high school drop out, because the birth of his younger brother to take care of her stepmother, she had to do a lot of work. Completely abandoned her studies, also abandoned along with her spiritual support.
she loved the book, such as life, but was stepmother of a fire, because she was cooking in the reading, the results of burnt rice. Even fans of his stepmother a few ears, and finally angrily, stepmother to her brushes, paints also disgrace river.
stubborn woman of my death, desperately fight with her stepmother, the results are angry father kicked kicked to the ground, half are not up yet.
can be seen later the day.
my woman in tears all day, feeling depressed, hot, frustrated, confused, restless, may die at any time. So she had said to me:
woman so I live without freedom, no human dignity toil all day life. One day until the 18-year-old that she will never escape the snare like a tropical rain forest.
in the street, pathetic woman saw me, and she like a frightened. I saved her, I arranged for her all her.
Later, she began to re-learn, learn to draw, has been to participate in the work.
woman seems to me in that night, from an ugly duckling into a swan, no one knows how she burst of alarming potential. She is such a crazy woman.
then, I fell in love with her.
since we got married, I never saw the shadow of her soul. Gradually diluted the sweetness of love of her personal tragedy, not to mention my woman who is not a selfish doctrine.
her like a plume of jasmine filled my side, I think, has her days, always the good old days are warm.
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This is the dawn of the street, the Indus Yela Montreal, a cold wind blowing, Ye Fei sky. A few vultures circled over the city, low on issuing several more whine.
Bandaotiehe I took my woman, and her diary, to honor a woman a year ago I left my last words, the doctor told me later, and finish this sentence, my woman tightly closed his eyes. Do not miss me.
my tears blinded the eyes of the world.
moment I in the car, a woman in a trip bound for the soul leave my car. Crest cloud my mind.
blooming flowers in a rose, I got out, I walked with heavy steps to the woman to leave my place.
place near the railroad tracks, I gently dug a cave to the soul of a woman filled with my stuff inside.
flowers
all the flowers still a clear love of the distant
day filled with love but more like the time I do not understand this love
you like standing by the window waiting a long time did not come back
color is your world, contracted helpless tears smudged
do not want you to leave the Distance can not separate
thoughts into the sea can not pick out the window
forgive that love became an obstacle too fast
put too come back the hands of the kite
do not want you to leave Memories can not be opened
cut your pet to me in the waiting that the sky is still blue
next to the sea
defeated love songs no longer exists
- Vincent Fang lyrics
woman I loved to listen to me sing a song. In that few seconds, Bandaotiehe completely collapsed and became a pile of debris.
I knelt beside the tracks, like a raging river as the tears pouring down.
not far from the roar of the train came, I saw the track is gently tremor, from far and near, roar.
At that moment, the train of a tsunami over, took my woman's soul.
I know that speeding train also took the eyes of my life.
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year later, a woman in my birthday that day, I published my book.
very popular book, television, magazines, online evaluation of this book everywhere. A careful reader is always called to consult me, and those who painted the picture book, the impression people, ah! That first Who is that woman ... ...
looking at the front of this book called
as the cover of the book is a monument of desolation, I no longer has any power surging their thinking.
my woman, you hear?
me through the crowd rolling in through the abyss, reach the center of the earth of your soul, I come, I'll find you're here.
You are my dream.
generosity good Mother ah, please treat my woman's soul.
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I often see a man holding a courtship
later, the book made into a blockbuster movie moving.
later, I'm old.
and I, life never married.
Yu Chan April 3, 2010 Saturday is eleven
Postscript: This story took me three nights, a total of more than nine hours.
inspired by listening to Jay Chou's
do not know why write this text, probably because of infection by the song.
fact this text, on behalf of some of my understanding of love. Although completely fictional story, this fairy tale does not exist in reality, but it represents the ideology of true love should exist. At least for me, Love, Respect is like this.
so I wrote this article.
bad words enough to express my longing for the noble love.
This is a will never stop the pursuit.
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