And many people will pass you

 They may be your friend or friends, so I never give up any opportunity to pass.
time like a very fine water pressure, but never ticking must sever, the flow past year and China. . . . . .

time clock driving the calendar to fall into a pleasant, where the sun always fall with the wind just right, through Xinchuang, urging the soul into the golden dreams.

perhaps early autumn wind already blowing, just waiting to tear off the calendar after the name.

weeks before spring remember coming here not much time, but it has had a season. The store's business gradually get better, many people began to like the environment and characteristics.

Lu-ching at this time showed his talent, he can recommend based on each individual's appearance to their favorite music. And Lu Zhou Road, Qing Quan also found in the school do not show it's similar to obsessive clean, laundry and will rub a lot of things into his daily activities, hanging wardrobe, all-white shirt. He often surprised to see Zhou Quan because Shoubu Zhu hands and wash his own clothes. Weeks of spring clothes dirty laundry is not because,UGG boots, just love, and some do not wash and wear clothes, but also out to wash every few days. 
week spring pulled the collar nose sniffed.

not far from the corner into the evening, when filled with a variety of snacks, whenever a busy day do not want to cook when tired, they bought a few blocks to serve as dinner. Lu-ching

not the habit of walking, Zhou Quan did not, modern man seems inexplicable love bed.

Lu-ching once saw a kite, for this reason that he should be out every evening to see that he has forgotten kite-flying season, so that people do not think that the kite came alive again , he was surprised to see the kite. Lu-ching

day out, the sun is about to fall out of reach of the mountains, and the glow rises from the east, like the red, indicating that in some places is about to begin a new day, the sky Before the sun went blue was covered with a gray veil, like, people can not tell it a specific color. Lu-ching

more willing to look at this time or the night sky, so the eye will feel comfortable and cynical.

when he looked up at the corner of the sky saw a kite, a black kite, at least it seemed at the time was black. Kite very high, and not see it high color, high guess line position, is frozen in the air like an eagle. The arrival of the night

Lu-ching can not find the specific location of the kite, bowed his head rubbed his sore neck, to a noodle shop to buy two plane to go back.

who is flying a kite in the evening it? Who have such taste it? That would be what kind of mood? In the vast sky, the eagle will not feel lonely? Some people may like it, empty it into the black of the night. Lu-ching go back on the road in random thought.

soothing music like the soft lighting exudes a faint scent, just like the same week of spring shirt, a light. 
to fuzzy shape kite flying steps as we move forward slowly, looking at the clouds below us to run around, watching us squander the gods envy of innocence that time. Every time fast approaching noon, Grandma will be standing at the gate shouted: 'Yo, six children, the friends come to dinner.' I hear will be pulling the line for home, the line is in front of the surface and then go eat. kite will has been so inundated, until I took it to play to sunset the wind information. spent the day closing in pay-off line to complete. resounded through the field when the wind whistles is a pride of my childhood. happily said. Smile emerged out of childhood innocence. 
,UGG bailey button, of course, have had time to fly a kite than I play my mom still crazy, and sometimes single-handedly took my hand and holding a kite lines everywhere, the father back to cooking. . . . . . Eat noodle bar, almost cold.

deposition in the heart of some things too much, the weight of too long, will be released in some form, when you explain these things unreasonable, would not understand, you found that you've been to the forgotten. Release all the turn into your mood, though you in the taste but do not know, this is not change, just become another unknown variant form of the fuzzy memories. These things, like words on the beach, the castle and the story took place washed by the sea, as if by time and nothing too short. What are these things, may have to wait to recall the already vague when it clearly, like those of flat and long days, in retrospect it is kind of short and full of happiness. Few people can say these things clearly, because, in retrospect, while the dim light or heavy or have to live with varying forms of sorrow and grief, and they alone know the feeling.

night, land-ching player sitting next to, quietly listening to songs, hand Fannong the record, I heard no words. He now seems more quiet, not like in school longer, as in one hand and smoke hand turn sandwiched Zhaobi, buried forget the time writing songs, and then sat in the window holding the guitar, singing the first emotional, attracted the women's dormitory in the wild screaming, selfless love to stand up and burst when it was magical SOLO, which drew loud dorm administrators restrained. Now, he seems to no longer touch his favorite past piano and guitar chic, just quietly listening to music, think of things far memory.

Week Spring leaning on the sofa look Liuzaishenbian album, carefully looking at those photos of different backgrounds and characters, search the mood at that time, thinking about stories of varying lengths of time intervals, every time find something fun and different moving. Close the album, there is even an empty feeling some pain coming, and he does not want to understand why there are so past the time deep attachment. 
Stephen looked

week, did not say anything, and walked out the door.

go

side sat a woman, hot hair into small waves, the quality of the blue silk coat, white neck exposed Xi, head down, kept turning wrist bracelet set in hand next to the glass and tell under the lights Zhaoying red or white, should be a good block of jade, exudes a shiny and smooth. Zhou Quan turned his head looked at it, listening to gentle collision bracelets and bar the sounds, or perhaps to hear, just feel Bale.

Zhou Quan lit cigarette out, took a bite, spit out a thick smoke ring, watching the lights flash as it is slowly released into the atmosphere colorful.

has two weeks of spring fingers in the eyes, painted clear nail polish, smooth slide the arms of the sleeves, exposing the white arm.

up very depressed, not interested in anything. 
around a few people are discussing the issue with the color, row, look to them from time to time, Zhou Quan gave a woman a question. 
a well-dressed middle-aged man came near to. 
resentment looked middle-aged man walked away a week of spring. 
too dark here. 
woman smiled did not say anything. 
Zhou Quan and the woman came out from the bar together, went out when the woman staggered, Zhou Quan hand hold on her. 
Week Spring looked silver head lights, suddenly found that, in this life, it seems that only they know so little, the other is still as strange.

hold on to her at the moment, sensitive touch to tell him that she did not wear anything inside, a soft and smooth. . . . . .

urging pendulum swinging in time to stride about the pace of sunrise and sunset, people imagine, in this life will be how many days it is repeated, the number of times is fresh. . . . . .

Lu-ching out in the evening every day to see the bird is frozen eagle in the air whether the remains. He did not understand a kite rises in the evening in solitude, like you, perhaps because not explain, he would be attracted.

about kites into the sky in the evening every day, and then faded in the darkness fell upon this figure, every day, very high, and high not see color. Lu-ching thought about what the kite will always fall after the darkness fell, it is not necessary, is many things at the beginning, the results did not think about it, everything is slowly taking place, there will be many months wait for it to end.

evening, after dinner-ching Lu Zhou Quan dragged over the floor looking out to walk down the street, come back down in the sun.

the other side of the street there is a bookstore selling books is the ching Lu walk back to tell Week spring.

very old books in bookstores, but have preserved good care of the elderly very old book, but in good spirits, Zhou Quan found inside a bookstore.

bookstore business is light, there is no popular, best-selling, erotic, violent, obscene books entrainment, can attract many different age, men and women come to browse, buy. Books are placed here so that people of an era on the book fanatical passion, and for the attractiveness of this age has greatly decreased, and most people only look at the glances off he went.

weeks old did not mind standing in that long look at Stephen, sitting just one side, holding tea, wistfully watching the door, or corner. The fragrance of tea and mixed with diluted scholarly deserted room, added some good taste and quiet, it feels comforting.

week spring of went away, pick a few books, the price was surprisingly expensive. The book is a clear road to the mainland to take home, and he may now be willing to read these books.

next day, weekend, week to clean the floor spring is on their sleeves rolled up, saw standing in front of City Buildings Ai, two sleeves rolled up, wet arm, holding a large bunch of stained dew fresh lily, is directed at ZHOU Quan smile. 
Yesterday I made a wage.

She spent a lot of wages. 
See also the expression of innocence does not obliterate.

three people chatting, asking some trivial things, Zhou Qing Quan and Lu Road, this simple girl has exceptionally clean, good impression, but just like to watch her appearance, like to talk to her and listen to her words, there is no trace of ambiguity. Both girls feel that this is now rarely met. 
, if you want to hear what songs come later, I can help you to download. 
In the neck, he knew how to think she is, for some things are cautious, there is a trace of caution. 
the sun with a refreshing breath from the windows shining, sprinkled on the polished floor. 
evening, Zhou Quan came to old bookstore. 
he did not know whether to allow smoking here, although to a few times, but has not said a few words to each other. 
Week Spring joking, approached the elderly lit cigarette.

very good about the elderly, the elderly wrinkles rough voice clear and loud and magnetic. Zhou Quan found chatting with the elderly than the much more valuable to read the book shelves, where the elderly are all the books read it carefully. These books are elderly when they are young to buy their own, so to sell one for less one. Said the old man until he sold out of these books, he was no longer open a bookstore.

old man surnamed Xiao, Xiao liters.

name when talking about his old man smiled, probably because I heard a long time and did not say the word, and even a dash of their own feel strange. Elderly and all the old people and softly spoken. Side and makes a product with tea, while telling the vicissitudes of life. Lu-ching

smoke in his mouth standing in the doorway, watching the bright lights and the sky will be seen in a while blinking stars,, thinking about the lives of those who have been called before. Thought before in his father's notebook to see the words: prairie breeze blew away the dream of an emerald green, has been thinking about trying to live according to their own ideas, but life does not change because of me, only to changed my life, it is like you are afraid of failure, as you repeatedly, so that a ray of light wind blowing,UGG shoes, all thought it was hit a wall, did not look up to accept it blows. Windblown dust covered the wounds left by the way, could not bear to come back to watch their childish fantasies similar to the legacy of ruins. The way to go for so long, seen so many beautiful scenery, in the face and we have to feel, it seems that the seemingly simple insight is already here, life is not simple to just one person living it, love is very important, a variety of as long as you think so.

think of those scratchy land-ching flying of writing, thinking that writing will flow and fades with time, those who carry the paper will be suffused with the old color in one day. Perhaps Gibran interpretation is right.

giving love from itself,

from itself to accept.

Love possesses not

not be possessed,

in love because love to meet.

do not think you can direct the course of love,

if it finds you worthy,

he guided you.

Lu-ching think, love, probably like it.

clear no trace of the time in those, his father has been looking forward to the romantic, freedom and fantasy structures made of life. Yes, it is indeed more transparent and beautiful moments, such as fragments of memory that are not transparent may have seen the sort of people the color of pale, gorgeous as the dot disappear without a trace.

marginal grassland, from a place to see the end of this should be the Steppe.

one filled with natural beauty and delicate town, a charming woman standing face in their own balcony, watching the sunset slowly falling Hongyan in the grasslands of the other end. Think back to the story has an end, in that many prairie sunset hours, the distance boundless Caojian are floating charge evil become bitter crimson color, a tall handsome man holding her hand, tell her romantic touching The story, said to her ancient and beautiful love, then staring at her face touching her playing and singing love songs. In her eyes, he is perfect, is his favorite, his eyes can melt an action her entire body, her body in his every touch will be issued under the bursts of trembling knees, each cross- Blend all the time she forgot to forget the existence of their own and forget everything. Spend a moment of ecstasy pain in her will. She had just stood on the balcony over by ingenious sun slowly into the sunset watching, and she no longer went to the pasture looking for, and she does not want to let it know not the same as wind direction, the plans that eventually lead her dress , do not want to hear from Caojian uploaded to the fantasy-like melodious music. She just quietly watching, did not dreamed of doing with her sad eyes to commemorate the release of this out. . . . . .

not to let people know some things, but people forget. . . . . .

is crisp autumn night, the breeze blowing from all directions, circling around you, the slightest of a cool summer dip woke the sleeping mind. Zhou Quan and small have met online, he called her little all, she told him to forget.

small all: new life to you how are you feeling?

forgotten: better, but some uncomfortable

small are:?

forgotten: I love to dream like a girl, want to defend the initial source, guarding the pure desire, with the moon and the sweet acacia sleep, dreams do not vulgar variegated stained one o'clock. Oh, and who will suspect that such an approach, covered with pure colors into the bizarre life, make you feel overwhelmed. Now, I can not find some sense of direction.

small are: When you walk through this section of the road, the direction will naturally come your way out.

forget: life is simple, but some feel is necessary to go through.

small are: the same experiences of different people have different feelings. I always believe what my heart the most primitive, for example, sincere and pure emotion. If after the change or fade, not because the environment around you and things changed, but because you are humble and weak, or admit that you are the first self-deceiving, and this is the reason some people change their mind, people see the hypocrisy .

forgotten: I like the most original thing, sometimes I feel a bit of fear, the feeling of fear will be amusing, but my feeling is real. Life, there is a presence not to be missed note, a gradually forgotten, fading thoughts, and eventually a light mood with no waves, I often curse from this thing, so I indulge in the memories of this not from the dial, a touch of emotion seemingly become a memory that will later become sincere and deep.

small all: this is the reason we can be friends.

forgotten: I think, in this life, I was weak.

small are: the people themselves is not strong.

forgotten:. . . . . .

small are: I like the quiet, quiet to take some of the things I think some people, sincere, practical, and memorable. . . . . .

forgotten: Perhaps, many years later, this will take some tears and remember a different kind of smile to accompany and, of course, but also a sustained sigh, and perhaps increase the fraction of the vicissitudes of life look like in the middle of sorrow and grief.

small are: Some things are hard to find a reason, like the memories are always a sunny day, emerging with a sincere smile and shining tears. Perhaps because people are secretly, quietly doing a person, while ignoring the face of life.

forget: Some people say, like the memories of people, is because they do not know how to cherish the memories of the predecessor, is a commemoration. Before it occurs, who knows how to treasure it, in those innocent days. . . . . .

epiphany moment to let you know collection of treasure, many forms of emotion into a variety of precipitation in the memory of love.

not without love, but deep, like the old put it, love present in every small space, the same as the meaning of the Tathagata.

Zhou Quan thought a journalist had known a friend, do emotional topics. He always saved a lot of things,Discount UGG boots, let them fresh, own, and others. He likes to chat with older people, listen to them talk about themselves and other people's stories of love, and love and who love these things recorded, finishing together, the pressure in the years to come. He often said in earnest, much the same life but people have different experiences and love. Some tell the story and the story, people have not, but they also still full of love and the story, still fresh and preserved in my words. Every time I see those words in different colors, you will deeply feel love, the original can be broad. On a clear, clean air and feel happy in the day, the breath of those messy call one of the impetuous air, wash hands, poured himself a glass of water, quietly opened their stories, think back to that time when the mood to speak to them tone, demeanor. Rough memories of watching them, imagine some arrangement with the shortage of details, however, is how to not be able to thoroughly, the results of each attempt are the same, perhaps, to imagine a comprehensive needs of an equally well-loved the experience of love it. Some of the stories very plain, one color, because they themselves are ordinary people's ordinary lives. However, ordinary people get moving. Who have been full of happiness and said the tone of nostalgia, not to deliberately create yourself love, that is untrue, because, when you have it, it will be filled with all of your space.

week spring like the reporter is aware of the value, at least, with many others cherish.

those who can not see the form of love. . . . . .

the moon has not gone down the other side begins with day to climb, the brilliant light bathed the horizon, it seems that it would like to see the moon alone in the cold air, stroking incomplete Resentment lick wounds . Origin are in good condition all the collections in mind, will not be reluctant or unwilling to avoid the changes, it is shown waiting for a moment, people see themselves.

rosy with the dawn together

with golden brown with the sun

into silver with the moon together

and orders

singing

into the dream. . . . . .