Thank you once lived in my heart

asiaxoxuj · Wysłany: Pon 13:01, 21 Mar 2011 Temat postu: Thank you once lived in my heart

in those youthful years past, there are always a few people have been stuck in that time slot will always be so young and the sun, those years, we never go back, better days, like the sun the sun in blankets, to cover the warm flavor. After so many years, we have a Laohuai sitting under a tree, sitting in a yard deep, we squint when the sun recollection of events will certainly think of that person, those who have been together years, along with our Remembrance of life, presents one by one, slowly breakdown.
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life, such as the flowers bloom in the most beautiful moments. Experience those things, remember those who will be deep in the heart. Because I remember someone, some things will be clearly and unmistakably to its slowly bring out the years of dust. Love no matter how dead, how things change, see or not see, he or she is there. Perhaps, he or she look like you have a long do not remember, but he or she said something, some thing you have in common experience, will keep in mind all my life. Like sand painting performances like those who would erase the traces, but the painting process, those perfect arc, how hard can not let you erase. On the contrary [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the more you want to forget, Queyu is impossible to forget.
Sometimes, I'd confused, in the end I remember that was young himself, or because at that time I happened to meet him, and so in love with a man, and this person is I did not know there was a deep whom echocardiography before. Once this silly girl, for him, written a diary, the diary records are in the customs of his flashbacks. The day finished, I told myself, it is time to give up his time.
since then, five years does not love me, five years seems to wait, it seems to be trying to forget that this pattern has a yellow duckling cute diary, I never flip over, frozen freeze it, bury it in the smoke of the past!
diary I remember the day finished, I gently closed the diary, no sadness, only faint hint of loss, not respond to me, and do not want to wait any longer so distant. So, finally learn to give up in the waiting. The written today, simply want to remember those who have past youth. Only time I do not know, happy to rely on themselves to fight for, wait for it means losing, also means to miss each other's lives forever.
I thought I will not mention him, so many years and forget themselves in the rivers and lakes, to date, more than seven years later blossoming, I am today, how would revisit that scene front screen of the past and bounced, because that happened to his blog, in his blog, Xia Guang one morning, saw the unrestrained, free, happy, he still, riding off-road in the major mountains and rivers in a challenging and a difficult driving skills, that he arrived one after another whom ecstatic peak. I knew that this man, no one can bound him, and naturally inclined to free him, or I know that crazy love of photography for him? Is not, and all had changed its appearance in the years to come, and now he has had a happy family, with his son gained in the Year of the Tiger, and gained his mother [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], his strong build and body type, nature friendly smiling face, looking at some familiar and very strange. Seven years, I have enough life experiences to a boy to man, a woman shelter for broad shoulders [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a heart to pay for a good family man image.
Seven years ago, we met, when he has a refreshing smile as bright as the sun, it is the kind of smile, firmly pulling me toward him. So we had the first appointment, if that date can be considered, as lovers often ate dinner in the UCC, when the restaurant the music is 'Autumn Whispers', my favorite Richard * Clayderman piano. Later, we went again a movie, movie name recall, is beautiful floral pattern pieces: a butterfly park in a beautiful yellow wildflowers above the beautiful mood! See it at first glance [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the thought of the 'Butterfly in Love', in order to guess the meaning of this gift he sent, but have racked their brains do not know why he was so alone sent me a picture, but also specifically to apply the membrane. Perhaps, really nothing, he just want to simply want to give me this picture, no special meaning. Sometimes the girls love trouble, or, really have any particular meaning, but I can not interpret, it's that missed. To reciprocity, a month later, I sent a sketch in his reference to that picture in his university, I shot him, I wrote a sketch on the sentence: Happiness is like a dream, we are so short-lived reunion. Perhaps, the time, I predict that we have no future.
in his world, he had gained, and gained his mother; in my world, I have love for one another village, hardened me a good man. Here, only Mr. Xu Zhimo's well forget you put in this encounter the light! For him, I may just his numerous passing passer, grazed the left is not a trace. But for me, once it has a very important position, because he's been to, so the weight of those years to life and level of girls sinking heart has also been looking for traces.
So, I want to thank you, thank you once lived in my heart, left me with so much to think good things can be read one day, in the old mountain breeze will cease.
when one day, the night was deep, you can sit under the lamp looking over my feelings, which may be past your youth will be presented eleven, then you will you still remember me it? At this point I can only give you an article so left. If one day you do not care to see, please believe that there is a girl, in the best of bloom season, how hard was like you, stubbornly waiting for you, this is sufficient.