Listen, the spread of peace
Von mademms, 08:56The weak three thousand, I, take a scoop; red million, I, keep quiet.
A drop of water across the tip, down to the tip of brow, Huanghuangyouyou,HTPC Keyboardlong was like the dew on the lotus leaf like naughty, assemble at between the moisture in the air, finally became a big drop along the bridge of the nose drops. Drop on the feet of leaf on long, staggered, dangling a flashing blue sunrise.
Is sometimes asked himself what would be love? In the noisy street stand, arguing what topic? In the crowd around, watching and listening to others 's busy? Or in the middle of the night of insomnia toss and turn restlessly? Sometimes, when a scene from the depths of my mind flashes, it will be at the fingertip is weak thin, for it is our eyes; lively, noise is only temporary fireworks, read, listen and then forget.
There is a state of mind, there is a feeling, there is a scene called quiet; let me in the crowd, in the late at night, watch and listen to some do not like things, always remember.
Quiet? Peace is what?
Serenity is a kind. When we are in their life to live a life time, but give yourself too much, too many constraints, also assumed too much I do not want to assume the now assumed responsibility for thousands of times. When we are in sympathy with the misfortune of others when they think of is gradually becoming a dead-alive person like himself, when we pity the lost people when they thought of themselves. All just a hope, but if just for a while? The shoulder thing down moment, finger in the invisible air bomb a bomb, bomb to open a gap, even the next second it back, give yourself at least for a time, a moment of peace. A moment of silence is to own a good.
Peace is the freehand brushwork in traditional Chinese painting, triumphantly down in late autumn October gold Chan tapestry, the river is over rice, the wicker across the lake, the Tian Nong open smile, everything was sworn in quiet happy, quiet simple happiness
Peace is the rearview mirror is the rolled up leaves, a piece of the rotating in the sky, a piece with the whispering. Time such as the white horse across the gaps in the deciduous tip demo, remember not to lie on the ground, we count the leaf veins, a, two ... Until now in the rearview mirror to see the Ye Zisheng downs fall, close your eyes and listen to the wind through Xiao Xiao, perception of time.
Peace is the stone bedding South Lane in the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella hope to meet a with a plaintive such as lilac girl, in the expectation and disappointment in the past, the crumbling wall, the cable along the oiled paper umbrella in blue flagstone.
Peace is the rainbow across the clouds, carrying the song dance youth, with guidance of spirit, take the bold, in Jinyang under the boom to burst out of the brilliant spark ignited the torch, the immortal youth. Whether it is the bitter cold and scorching heat, burning torch, we will protect the soul, retains the common peace, chasing the rainbow dream.
Quietness is my stooped down to stroke the land mouth without revealing smile, and look away mind can not help thinking the past memories.
Lying in the mud grass,solar module cell watching the sky blue count in blue deep, finger across the sky does not leave the slightest shallow relentless, quiet but it is also a kind of quiet!
A drop of water across the tip, down to the tip of brow, Huanghuangyouyou,HTPC Keyboardlong was like the dew on the lotus leaf like naughty, assemble at between the moisture in the air, finally became a big drop along the bridge of the nose drops. Drop on the feet of leaf on long, staggered, dangling a flashing blue sunrise.
Is sometimes asked himself what would be love? In the noisy street stand, arguing what topic? In the crowd around, watching and listening to others 's busy? Or in the middle of the night of insomnia toss and turn restlessly? Sometimes, when a scene from the depths of my mind flashes, it will be at the fingertip is weak thin, for it is our eyes; lively, noise is only temporary fireworks, read, listen and then forget.
There is a state of mind, there is a feeling, there is a scene called quiet; let me in the crowd, in the late at night, watch and listen to some do not like things, always remember.
Quiet? Peace is what?
Serenity is a kind. When we are in their life to live a life time, but give yourself too much, too many constraints, also assumed too much I do not want to assume the now assumed responsibility for thousands of times. When we are in sympathy with the misfortune of others when they think of is gradually becoming a dead-alive person like himself, when we pity the lost people when they thought of themselves. All just a hope, but if just for a while? The shoulder thing down moment, finger in the invisible air bomb a bomb, bomb to open a gap, even the next second it back, give yourself at least for a time, a moment of peace. A moment of silence is to own a good.
Peace is the freehand brushwork in traditional Chinese painting, triumphantly down in late autumn October gold Chan tapestry, the river is over rice, the wicker across the lake, the Tian Nong open smile, everything was sworn in quiet happy, quiet simple happiness
Peace is the rearview mirror is the rolled up leaves, a piece of the rotating in the sky, a piece with the whispering. Time such as the white horse across the gaps in the deciduous tip demo, remember not to lie on the ground, we count the leaf veins, a, two ... Until now in the rearview mirror to see the Ye Zisheng downs fall, close your eyes and listen to the wind through Xiao Xiao, perception of time.
Peace is the stone bedding South Lane in the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella hope to meet a with a plaintive such as lilac girl, in the expectation and disappointment in the past, the crumbling wall, the cable along the oiled paper umbrella in blue flagstone.
Peace is the rainbow across the clouds, carrying the song dance youth, with guidance of spirit, take the bold, in Jinyang under the boom to burst out of the brilliant spark ignited the torch, the immortal youth. Whether it is the bitter cold and scorching heat, burning torch, we will protect the soul, retains the common peace, chasing the rainbow dream.
Quietness is my stooped down to stroke the land mouth without revealing smile, and look away mind can not help thinking the past memories.
Lying in the mud grass,solar module cell watching the sky blue count in blue deep, finger across the sky does not leave the slightest shallow relentless, quiet but it is also a kind of quiet!
