2010年12月23日星期四

That winter, the flower freely walking

That winter, the flower freely walking

Wedge.
Once in the millennium snow lotus bloom in the cliffs. Even if you have the legendary K-Swiss magic around the snow lotus suffered the attack around the snake. Snow lotus is beautiful, the United States enough to allow many people risk their lives to pick. Appears in their eyes, get it, is more important than his own life. Thousands of good fortune, making the person you want to be extremely close to its desire. Come and opportunities, it seems that God has given the prize. If the sit idly by, just as with God against us. In this way, to a group of people, the death group. Then again, and finally death. Cycle, flowering defeat. Wait another thousand years. Not the same faces, the same desire, the same outcome. No doubt, snakes, is the snow lotus weapons.
Perhaps, all things are the same. In order not to hurt them and desperately use another means to resist the invasion of the outside world. They not wait to see any person, is always a person, life, lonely death. This is their fate, just as the proud princess. Each side in the land, the people have admired them, the guards have a tail as protection. Million people in the eyes, they are happy. However, their heart, always no one can understand.
1.
I always like to take a nap lazily lying on the table. Noon, accompanied by chirping crickets in the summer, in that noisy environment, alone, enjoying the quiet of their own. I'm not afraid of anything, just afraid that one day suddenly will not dreaming. I became a lonely shadow, but also thanks to my mother, who high above the head teacher, the airs of a woman, full of exclusive High School 3 class, full of pride, full of ignorant. Group of teenagers, is nothing more than talking about who had a favorable impression of who, who and who's hand today accidentally touched. All students, however these are my reasons are to avoid the simple reason that, because I was the class teacher's daughter. I also know that they are nothing more than fear of the woman I talk to complain, and then she called the office for fear of being training badly.
In fact, they do not know, I have a very long time had not lived with his mother. Rather, in addition to her class met her virtually no opportunity to meet. Yes, she and her father have been separated for many years, but she still insisted on seeing me sub in her class, is to let me know how much she was stronger than his father. However, the situation had little to love those little rumors that I am not interested, even if the mother can experience what, I did not snitch ideas. But very cherish this quiet. However, there are always inexplicable panic in mind, the quiet one day disappear, and that afternoon dream time also will eventually be ruthless confiscated.
Fan creaking overhead Shally cried, sweat on his forehead shaped hair stick into a thick, shaped edge to form a bar-like look. Abnormal noisy classroom, or at least far more lively than usual. Facing the wall, I felt faint shadow of the doorway for several more, where a mixture of cheers, jumping sound, hit the applause, booing and even the sound of screaming. These seem nothing to do with me, let the world no matter how loud I can hear a world of your own breathing. In fact, this is enough, no one else disturbed, would leisurely steal someone else just can not be static.
"Bai Ling ... ..."
"Wow, so beautiful ... ..."
"That eye is simply ... ..."
2.
Bai Ling's walk in the middle of the crowd of self, as if the world itself is her stage, everyone will be her audience cheering for her, for her joy. I carefully stretched and cracks from the people to see her face. Pink, broad forehead had laid his identity, sexy lips, tilt, light juicy sloshing around in the eye. Where I feel like I've seen her, my mind suddenly kind of sense of sadness. Mother excited clapping her hands came to us late admissions Bai Ling is our class, let us take care of the future lot. Sneer while my heart, Oh, proud people who are pretending to still fragile, in the eyes of others has always been the role played prettily. Yes, this is my impression of Bai Ling. Once again of my mother, the superior class and feel sad.

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