One year I grow up suddenly, have cause, like unexpected one tsunami Chen. Swallowed up once lengthy drowsy summer in a moment, made a return journey too hugely to but there is not sound. This person continues alive, some people have already left. Nobody real card care who 's life and death in the world. Whether just there is someone that lights an oil lamp to extradite in wanting the cloud when I look up. Those wheat field goes out of cultivation again after autumn. But know closing eyes they will grow prosperity again in the coming year. God will call the samsara at once if God says. Know, keep watch wheat people of field once, what time come back. Always there is a fragmentary crow that lights the question that finishes, the cloud starts, Japan breaks up, learn to write by tracing over characters printed in red along the reed. People's commemoration is a wonderful thing, when we have things that can remember after all, we can live pettily and low and honourably. Can't commemorate, die cowardlily. Forget, lose the heart. There is no grief greater than the death of the mind. Excuse my pessimism. You should be very happy. Will forget some things we easily,some things we will deep mourning. Some things turn round to walk so that the head does not go back either, some things twine at one's side and never leave. When being lonely, always have it while opening the door, when being lonely. While always having happiness, then lonely. Some people will come in 2006, some people have left. Love is some people, hates some people. Remember Haizi that dies without rhyme or reason. He says, there are masters Fu in the field, the sky has a flock of birds. Bending, good arrow of full bag as you magnify. The ones that should be forgotten have forgotten for a long time, the ones that should be left are left forever. As the hunter and all God, either get up or sit, sometimes look at, sometimes forget. I think certainly very lonely at that time in Haizi. The wind breaks emptily and comes to leave escaping again. Sometimes feel very strange too, unexpectedly oneself is 18 years old suddenly. The adult's world has not seen clearly yet. But the world of childhood can not go into again. I say I want the happiness this day for the future, can there is no no one my way of shelf. It is sunny that a new line is still I am invincible throughout the world. But not at dream,is it grand to rumble whizz grand to rumble but. I fear more and more the crowd wishes eagerly to be close to crowds more and more. I always attempt to find the story once till the end of the world from those cold and detached faces. The city always revives at each dusk having sand blown by the wind. Who remembers who has looked. You said, closed one's eyes and opened eyes, it has already been ten years. And I still live so obstinately. I have not already learnt to fight for some things again. Still so dirty in the world after being badly battered. Who nobody can tame, everyone is a perverse beast. Always pray in the dream, a sound of burst of fires come to the world. We either stand or sit at the night. Have one's heart filled with happiness listen to anger thunder that run for being all over the sky to have Taxi all God drink elegy of blowing. The world is very big we are very young, the heavy rain is terrential, we have hidden and hidden in the eave for 1,000 years suddenly. A lot of hear, have nothing climb my heart slowly always night. Then hide to a certain corner of my body quietly, I can not find them. But can hear them. Sometimes they sing requiem on my ears, sometimes sing town soul's song, sometimes sing the hymn. But they like singing the black Li song most, there are ivises that begin to grow. Sea begin to disappear. And everything is so quiet, nobody knows. All people revel indebted to eyesing heartily, only I, only have me left. Looking at the attendant of the bride or bridegroom at a wedding of billows braid Qian with eyes open? Thought everything very bright suddenly, because I knew you at my side very clearly
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