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Hazy morning I felt a Wonderful Time I Spent in the trees, sleeping, I smell the fragrance of snow! This year’s first snow seemed to come a bit late, it seems premature, but that does not matter, it is important to once be able to enjoy the charm of snow, snow, and a great happy very intoxicated! !

Watch freedom of dancing in the air like snow, it seems that his childhood back in time, back to that freedom of the sky, without binding, loss of troubles, freedom of The Champion! Beautiful, good romance! !
One out, they entered the bringing a snow world. Snow still, such as goose feather, like flowers, like the catkins. . . . . White elf indiscriminately Durian Sasa. Although the cold biting, but the naughty children gleefully cheered, sometimes there are funny while people were unaware of the boy, straining to shake the tree, hoaxes, let the snow fall into the trunk of the neck companion, in the companion Xiao Ma, and catching up with four dodge , laughing. A group of small children dressed in colorful clothing, stretching cold red hands busy heap in the snow snowman in mind: Santa Claus, Spiderman, Princess … … and some snowball, some snowball fights, as well as in the play with to enjoy their own to find the “ice “…… adults Xiao Ma in the side of this, um, pointing that this, already laughing. Childhood snow with laughter song and slowly but gradually clear the floor!

I like snow, like snow like dirty snow all-inclusive broad-mindedness, more like a person walking in the snow quietly, exposure to the arms of snow, any thoughts flying to the wind bother trivialities. Enjoy a romantic snow, snow’s flawless, and understand that the baptism of nature, let her purification, distillation of his soul. Like this snow, this love forever my heart, my heart snow ……

Stand in this amazing snow, I looked up and looking at the sky, snow from the day the highest point of the floating heads of state, under the Holy Spirit and crisp with a heavenly atmosphere. And allow the wizard white hair falling over, those who live surrounded by the cold atmosphere of their own eyes it actually gradually raised the mist. Look at many of the falling snow there were numerous, and appreciate her in the vast sky of strange things to listen to when she was floating down the subtle sound of the earth, accompanied by thoughts of her dance … … I will be flying from a taste of the spring’s footsteps
Sun and the moon remains the same, rain and snow still, I have forgotten behind the wind and rain, blue sky ……
This reminds me a lot of snow.
I have not look at the change of scenery. Now I was back in a long time ago kind of mood. Snow flying, quiet and peaceful.
Mind is so quiet, time is so quiet, my heart mediocre enrich themselves, in today’s ice and snow added to a point where happiness.

Like the phrase: winter comes, can spring be far behind? I know that this is a very cold winter, very cold, but you, like Spring, will re-warm, into my world. This is the eternal embrace the faith, my firm the road, to go down this icy road. Even though my world was full of snow and ice, I have come across the same.
I am on the road, full of snow and ice on the road. I do not know how much time I could hug with you. But I believe that as long as we keep interest rates will certainly be able to work hand in hand towards that bright future.
 

I, one of my tiny face of life, fear, For friends, family, and self, I have nothing more to say that in addition to bear, there is no other way, tears streaming out are always disobedient, I do not want, I really do not want to, for myself, my silent … …

Every time the dead of night, I’ll think of my best friends told me off saying: Life is never sympathetic to the weak, you have to learn to strong. Do not shed a tear, the outside world does not believe in tears, crying that no one should find a place to hide to cry, do not let other people know that fragile, and must be strong! These words, I have always remember, but I am really good alone, good help … …
When you can not help but want to stream out of tears when the eyes wide open, Do not blink! You will see the world
Blurred by the clear and the whole process of change, the heart will be on your tears falling clear of that moment has become clear …
I know you’re good to me, to my care, I can feel that you told me everything about you? Felt that everything I told you it? Love is not possession, not you like the moon on the moon can be picked and placed the basin. Love is not bound, not a person you are bound, they bound her heart. People are free, everyone belongs to himself, does not belong to someone else. We can not deal with such a selfish love, treat a loved one, because we have to give each other a sub-space, a sub-heaven and earth … … We are all a little love each other, then love to be motives, let us also to each other a space.

Yesterday, not happy, let me in a dream, feel the trembling heart, sense of emptiness. Early morning, I got up ready for everything, sitting boarded, telling myself that can not cry. Surprisingly, “Heaven” also under the “Rain”, and walked on, when the tears across the mouth when it knew that that they have cried for a long time. Do you know, I do not like to quarrel every day, the day? You know, I want a happy life is it? Do you know, nothing important, it is important that we happy? You may know, I do not want you all, as long as you love me good? That time I sad, sad, when you can see, you can not have another kind of attitude to me? May not be your fault that I was wrong. Wrong, too much … …

Sat in the car looking out the window, only to find that he is an empty box, like there is no soul. Again said to break up, I sad and painful, but I do not want we will not be happy and happiness. Therefore, we should be properly. We are all quiet, to think about it more than two years, what happened between them, whether hate Ye Hao, a love matter whether we believe that we are hard to forget. This has granted it a us a chance together, and perhaps this is the last chance, and we can treasure do? OK?
Waiting is a very long process … … and hope that we share of humility and understanding of each other’s state of mind.

The wind roared, I disdain; the rain is pouring, I’m ignoring. Perhaps, dream a dream things, but that is only a dream … Bale …
        In the shadow of loneliness, I can not find the warmth. Will face looked up quietly, watching the stars of the sky that can not find. Do not know why the fall is always left desolate, so I forgot to peace is a harvest season.

        Quiet, silence, indifference began to devour my soul. Now, I want in a sunset afternoon, walking alone in the East River. Let the river wind blows leaves transitory man. Memory, such as a picture, has been a long time does not appear.
         Perhaps, I can not as before, quiet, listening to songs, Duo a leisurely pace and spread to every corner of the campus. Because I do not know the Fall of a dream, is not necessarily the rise of another dream?

         Perhaps, I have never had to touch that dream, and thus from the dying years of the. I thought to spend only the flowering, can not think of dream is also the original deadline. In the dream of resignation, in the dream if they can sit outside the comfortable out?
         Nights in rendering each person’s eyes, a quiet injection of anesthetic, so that everyone has a dream opportunity. However, opened his eyes after that? Yes eyebrows locking, or get enough then? Everything is wishful thinking.

         Listening to those who are familiar songs, but not before, the integration of them himself. Just let the rhythm hit the eardrum, quietly feeling the familiar and unfamiliar feeling. These are the memories of the past, do I have? Or maybe just a thing of the past everything!
         I dare not again afford to dream of anything, just want to think about this road is a Jing Xiaxin traces. Of those indistinct memories, so that I have to admit that he had been walking ahead of the sunset, waiting ended.

         This scene, I have no chips. Hurriedly performed miserably. Perhaps, this process, I have an audience not only the air wandering back and forth. That cold feeling and I do not want to be curled up in the yard when the still spreading … …
         Door that shook the windows, disrupting the rhythm of the wind. Walking in the lonely lanes, I’ll never look back to the path already traveled. I have only a firm’s own pace and continue to move forward. I was afraid to hear the call alone, clutching his ears, walked at a loss, think that everything awakening before dawn. Said a few minutes before dawn is the darkest and most disillusioned. In the gray dawn of time, whether it can shake off before the whistle?

         I just want to know the distance from the sun into Chaoyang how far apart? Do not know the turn of night and day, my dream is also converted? Just afraid, has chosen a quiet Waiting To Exhale!
         Wake up, that’s all the dream is not destined victory? Perhaps the memory of that world, I should not bring the reality. Because I know good things, bottom of my heart there will always be a collection of places, that is my only Pure Land.

         On the lock, memory, or woken up. I gave up that struggle, so that they can enjoy carnival. Because I have already gone through the setting sun, but also passing through the dawn.
         Door that window, I shut. Intersection in the rain, I only listened to quiet the window. Listening to Yela moans, listening to the mengxi the ding-dong, listening to sad laugh … …

         In the lonely light, I am stiff with.
         Night, not deep but cold,
         Wind, but not cold,
         Rain, in no hurry but the ice … …

         At that moment, I have chosen to once again raised his head and frantically looked at the desolation Tianyu, to continue singing memories of the past … …
         Dream bloom, and I was the wrong season,
         Meng-Hua Xie outside, and I recall the full bloom of the lonely … …
         It turned out that I have quietly toward the next stop, looked back when I could not find your traces. I take one step forward, two steps, three steps … …

U.S. steel magnate Carnegie was very poor when he was young. One day, he passed by a construction site on his way back home from school. He saw a well dressed man conducting there.

“ What are you building?” Carnegie went to ask the man who was like a boss.

“ We are building a skycrape foy my general merchandise company and some other companies.” Said the man.

“ You are so outstanding! How can I be like you when I grow up?” Carnegie asked with envy.

“ First, you should word hard…”

“ I have known that for a long time, people all say like this. What’s the second?”

“ To wear a red shirt!”

Aftering hearing this, clever Carnegie was confused, “Is this has anything to do with success?”

“ Yes, it has.” The man pointed at a worker over there and said, “ You see, they are all my employers, but because they are in the same blue shirts, I don’t know anyone of them…”

Then he pointed another work in red shirt saying, “ But you see the guy in red shirt, I’m paying attention to him all the time, although he is as skilful as others, I pay attention to him specially. Therefore I will let him be my assistant several days later.”

It’s a story which is a little absurd, at least I don’t think that boss can hire people so subjectively. But it tells us that we should show ourselves bravely. Achieveing others’ appreciation is not only because of your talent sometimes, what’s more is that how you sell yourself and how you show yourself.

Finally you realize that you have loved someone you do not love actually:

Many years later, sufferings that we have experienced exhaustingly, had melted when we are talking and laughing:

Many years later, maybe only oblivion is left,

Many years later, we start to know that the once promises were just jokes to comfort people.

It is not only very mysterious, but also very complicated.

Yes, you have asked if you have loved after all,haven

t you? In fact, you still do not you know!

Won’t you regret for it? Won’t you feel sorry?

Life is like a big stage, each of us, is a good actor, nothing more than to play different roles, respectively. There are performers, there are clowns, there is a positive but also negative, in real life, too, there is happiness also have pain, there is joy there will be sadness, and feeling there will be trouble, there will be more abandoned, there is hope it will so disappointed, there are many, many of the helpless, helpless …
There are many things that is beautiful
But not everyone has a
That is money

That is a sigh friends! Hope that our own can have to treasure what is necessary to meticulously well-managed and their pastoral treasure, especially in real life, we should bear in mind the generous, frankly to face the life of every thing, and good treatment of the surrounding everyone, happy过好每一天, spend each happy when the fun into every second, the only way we will not feel too much, too many regrets … …

I will not disdain ordinary, because I was in an ordinary. My heart printed with the aspirations of ordinary people, eyes printed joys and sorrows of ordinary people, my quest is people are in the search of the answer.

    Yes, I am ordinary, but they do not need to look down deep you me, even if I look up at what you do not need to look at the face of noble, but Xiongqi days of lofty mountains; Yes, I am ordinary, it does not With your deep contempt me, even though I have heard even
Yao, nor to listen to your lying empty, but Tao Xuan ring of the ocean cry; Yes, I am ordinary, but with your high without ridicule me, even though I am longing for anything, and never will be your castles in the air, but the fragrance of the soil brilliant dawn. Of course, when those who are familiar or unfamiliar sincere friend of caution or encouragement, whether I am wrong to say the least I would feel warm.

    Idle and does not represent the beautiful and gorgeous is not to say, thinking that more can not be a symbol of extraordinary heroism of the top days of site.

I admit, I do very ordinary. Trivial like the wind like water, like the snow … … However, the ordinary is not without reason for pride, not without charm to speak of.

     Wind is very ordinary, if blowing in the summer; the water is very extraordinary, if it is in the desert Yihong springs; snow is very extraordinary, if falling in between the winter and spring … …

I appreciate so ordinary, I love this ordinariness, and I would like to become so mundane.