Time is like the sand

Time travel, time flee, time took a most precious to the life journey, it is called youth.

When the third car on the child seat, child lifted his innocent smile at me and said: Thank you, uncle. I am startled without each other, “Uncle” two words is always I expect others to call, do not want to one day be on me, but is this so let me be at a loss what to do. Maybe I have to admit, I really have no longer young.

In the winter season, the wind leaves falling, there was a fall in front of, fall in inadvertently raised within the palm. This leaves with autumn, can clearly see a season left context, seems to hide its life. Cross a context, the context of time structure of the trunk, youth is a branch vein trunk, constitute this autumn life mark.

Time heartlessly, there is then a reluctant, unwilling to admit their youth no longer. In total there are some can not bear, cannot bear in their youth painting of the last period. There are always so a little unwilling, reluctant to time cannot hold like this.

Just, let I how not, how to, how unwilling, age still every hour and moment for me at the moment soundless and stirless mark, whether physical, or memory.

This marks the hearts of people filled with sorrow, very light, very light… But, always haunt the mind, not loose, not scattered.

Time is helpless, the past years gradually become blurred. Fuzzy, not because the old figure drifting further and further away, but in the youth of the world to draw a piece of the rain is dim, blurred eyes, look not clear now. Only the past in memory, more clear. Only the future in the hope that, more sure, like autumn leaf venation, are counted, first of all depends on accurate.

The years of no interest, life is a process that never used to habit.

Do not know from when to rise, not hypocritical give pain, gradually conscious bandaging some wound, the tears already washed deep stagnation, not reluctant to do bad, no not at all language sad, should put puts, forget that you forget. Even if have already can’t remember her first appearance, even if you and I separated by a horizon, a cape, still, bless you.

I do not know when, not know what course to take no more. Has no wandering in the road, watching the heavy traffic on the street by anxious whisper, the track of life, have appeared too observant of conventional standards. fabulous. The pace is steady, steadfast gaze, know where is the destination. Just keep walking, the stop. Disperse the haze, where, no longer. If the sun dark black, ushered in the light.

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This holiday season, the town of pass by, because a few days is to go after, not many people. This also let I can be more in-depth understanding, to know that the people of every hue and the town of old buildings seen reincarnationblack bedroom furniture.

Just stepped into the antique building to retain the integrity of the town, with the pace of progress, see is thousands of years ago ruts, the carriage was engraved traces, although a carriage and wagon. People have not, however, the rutting eyes but let me have a sense of want to cry. Like to see the wind changes in this town for hundreds of yearsiPad cover.

Go. Go, the road is lined with mahogany doors and windows, while still keeping the original look, but is apparently being renovated, less the share of the vicissitudes of history and ancient heavy feeling. Looks like in the Chinese ancient buildings are in the main courtyard. In the yard, a rare quiet and peaceful, green gray stone road, cork on the door have been rusty chains for so long. In the small courtyard that not too many features, I found the town of wind and frost dayswomen clothing hk.

Pass by the town biaoju, Xian Ya and too many shops, this is the point of intersection of past life and life, it is the place where many stories. Everyone walked in this town, with their stories and come, away, is the heart of the most unique insights.

And I, is like the feeling the past and present of my appearance, this city thousands of years ago, with their own imagination to fill one one she sketched, walk through the city, through a few world story.

Then, approached the Tibetan Buddhism is the combination point, is approached, not into, because I think the Buddhist culture, not very deep, it is very difficult really went to. Pass by a temple, to worship a deity, with a devout heart, listening to hear the language.

I saw the three step Koushou, for extremely admire big devout disciple of the Buddha, saw the spinning cylinder mouth ‘, read, “Om Mani Padme hum” lama. This is aroma, as if, in the sandalwood halo, the heart becomes more pure and. Like here, the heart of the world less care, can all troubles will be purified into space.

But the temple outside, more is a kind of quiet don’t dye Qianhua beauty. The grass covered with colored leaves, the lake there are ripples spread far into the distance, in the gentle wind in the whole body and mind can be completely calm and relaxed. Look away, the distant mountains, red yellow trees numerous, velvet draped over the mountain, more like a lid on my heart.

Through this, with a pious heart, worldly entanglements complicated gradually become very light. In the Buddha’s light, warm.

Experience and move

This holiday season, the town of pass by, because a few days is to go after, not many people. This also let I can be more in-depth understanding, to know that the people of every hue and the town of old buildings seen reincarnation.

Just stepped into the antique building to retain the integrity of the town, with the pace of progress, see is thousands of years ago ruts, the carriage was engraved traces, although a carriage and wagon. People have not, however, the rutting eyes but let me have a sense of want to cry. Like to see the wind changes in this town for hundreds of years.

Go. Go, the road is lined with mahogany doors and windows, while still keeping the original look, but is apparently being renovated, less the share of the vicissitudes of history and ancient heavy feeling. Looks like in the Chinese ancient buildings are in the main courtyard. In the yard, a rare quiet and peaceful, green gray stone road, cork on the door have been rusty chains for so long. In the small courtyard that not too many features, I found the town of wind and frost days.

Pass by the town biaoju, Xian Ya and too many shops, this is the point of intersection of past life and life, it is the place where many stories. Everyone walked in this town, with their stories and come, away, is the heart of the most unique insights.

And I, is like the feeling the past and present of my appearance, this city thousands of years ago, with their own imagination to fill one one she sketched, walk through the city, through a few world story.

Then, approached the Tibetan Buddhism is the combination point, is approached, not into, because I think the Buddhist culture, not very deep, it is very difficult really went to. Pass by a temple, to worship a deity, with a devout heart, listening to hear the language.

I saw the three step Koushou, for extremely admire big devout disciple of the Buddha, saw the spinning cylinder mouth ‘, read, “Om Mani Padme hum” lama. This is aroma, as if, in the sandalwood halo, the heart becomes more pure and. Like here, the heart of the world less care, can all troubles will be purified into space.

But the temple outside, more is a kind of quiet don’t dye Qianhua beauty. The grass covered with colored leaves, the lake there are ripples spread far into the distance, in the gentle wind in the whole body and mind can be completely calm and relaxed. Look away, the distant mountains, red yellow trees numerous, velvet draped over the mountain, more like a lid on my heart.

Through this, with a pious heart, worldly entanglements complicated gradually become very light. In the Buddha’s light, warm.

Beautiful beautiful scenery line

Think of the flower bloom in the summer, can not help people to ask, it why not open in the warm spring, nor in the warm autumn? But to squeeze in the summer to open, this is perhaps the “summer flowers is beautiful” this sentence because of it. County East Street, West Street and South Street in the tree, only the East Main Street in the tree is the most ancient, on both sides of the branches are connected, as if to love the lovers hand in hand walking on the street, close to the incomparable Ye Zipeng in mid air, lush summer, covered light, go through the a very long tunnel in the streets like, with the flowers open, the flowers smell in the street, people walking in the street to a gladdening the heart and refreshing the mind sucked to the muzzle, feel very refreshing, immediately make people feel fresh, reveling in the flower blossom fragrance. South Main Street in the tree without the street east of the ancient west street tree, even without the street east of the old. To say the ancient county, the oldest tree in the north now Xi Xiang an Jia Shu Lou south wall, has become the focus of Gansu province protect the cultural relics.

Remember, the home has three big locust tree, estimation and county streets are not a species of Sophora japonica. Large tree native, tree height seven or eight meters, the crown, crown diameter is around five or six meters, the trunk of the tree is more than two meters in diameter. It is our old ancestors migrated from Shanxi province to the place now, take root here, to commemorate the roots of matrix planting green tree, has experienced five or six generations, was cut in the mid seventy’s in last century, equipment used in the production of team building, office furniture and other water. The three big locust tree become our generations of children playing hide and seek, a good place for summer cool people. The flower not many days, it produces a string of green seeds, naughty children with a few feet long pole, pole head wire with a hook, and a string of sophora fruit break down, put it on stone scoop, another stone pound fine, hand a sphere, center in the sphere of the one meter long string, cooked in the sun dried, is a good toy — God Monkey (home children are so called). A head of children by the hand of the rope, with the biggest strength left after a few laps quickly let go, the so-called God monkey suddenly rushed to fly the sky, like a tadpole swaying in the sky, slowly slide in the tens of meters away. When the toys are parents or brother, sisters of production, where the money to buy the things we let these soil in rustic children play?

In the county of Sophora japonica, a man of knowledge, the scattered on the ground of the pagoda, or cassia seed to pick it up, back wash clean, dry after the collection together, in the hot summer, or dry winter, suffering into soup drink cool blood, treatment of hemorrhoids. In the hot summer days in the country these days, copious and fluent pagoda, like the winter snow, brush pull scattered on the street, the yellow petals is very good-looking, like printing cloth like beautiful.