Thursday, August 19, 2010

I look forward to you, wake me up the coast


Season quietly chilly winds come , the early morning , a man walking leisurely along the riverbank , sweep streets, workers no one else to burst from blowing smoke , wear new clothes to bypass dust , beside the green water did not seem friendly and very icy . A few days later , maybe it will pale and strange , like the arm of people who blankly , frozen all the joy and sorrow and uncertainty , into a pool of transparent trap.

  

The only consolation for being late , is get on a group just for me to open the car . Wheel rolling ,4Cents , easily get rid of the hurry of people riding bicycles , but also with the arrogance of the cars in the narrow road to an amateurPK. Witnessed the car window a natural depression , look at his little dumplings wrapped into a pedestrian , I made rubbing cold hands , if not every day can be fair but fast lone go , how wonderful .    

  

I love this late , even up in the morning with the sun father will have to link in a surplus out while away the time . Develop a daily habit clip eyelashes , or always in the morning like the clothes closet reorganization , or lazy to put it towards the young buds were watering every day of the four grasses , which , like the slow congee natural life, can In this turbulent city , gives me a trace of pride in the pleasure .    

  

November 's sky is gray , when the snow after the castle 's profile has changed . People are Zhilengzhire meat , and careful with wet feet , pulling the waist belt she , too resolutely cold . Grandmaster flyovers and hard-working and with beggars also disappear , although we share with them the contents of life utterly different , but equally , we all run around for money , our roads are suddenly rushing for the arrival of cold wave Become hard up . Come clear of the bridge , the cold has changed the original pace of life .    

  

Sudden temperature drop , melancholy aside, the immediate focus suddenly tired of the sweet potato , hot smoke soaring麻辣烫share , winter is the happiness of another taste . They are also with the City Administration for a long-term growth of the Republic of struggle on the ground of happiness lies here Page debris , and the car has been spared much . All levels are could not withstand the age deduction , while a young age we are more dependent on cheap delicious excessive goods, toxic goods, goods of non- compliance , but the benchmark used to measure satisfaction , the simple , really only the best . Workshop snacks fragrance and cries with a Capital Taste of the tail , once the grasp is not strong, winter will not change in the standardization of the agenda of the colder outside .

      

Walking , I suddenly remembered a pun , your future is not a dream , a nightmare . Recently on the horror film no longer escape , although the bloody lens viewing only their own history of a marginal notes , although the front of the TV only Wulian small Xu glances , but last night 's nightmare still haunts the subconscious mind is still reserved for me The field of market fear . I think I still do not fit such a challenge , especially in the first cold of late autumn .

     

Desolate expression to passers-by just as the twelfth lunar month in the tofu , stiff rigid smile than to maintain the natural formation . A friend sent a message that read your notes the day before , was very moved , I cried. Does not know that wound up , she has a message for a whole afternoon of my warm .

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