In this time, don't always complain and give up
Even if there is no friend to help you should pay attention to the body to stick to it
God will not love you cry
It is better to use more time to have a look yourself to learn how others self-reliance
Cannot start empty-handed don't give up
Remember you said home is so beautiful
Have a look the field grass I, smile,
Your dream I know
Don't be sad, have a look the cows eat grass
Hometown melody is you remember,
Even if nothing at all,
Let a smile don't ask what I fear
At least you have a dream
Come on, these years did not have
Have to treasure everything now
The meaning of life the first dream,
I'm proud of you,
2013年9月24日星期二
2013年9月11日星期三
Accompanying the travel rush
I sat in the temple town before, is Jane white candid so life place.wig wig wig A Buddhist temple temple, the check, but the Eastern Jin Dynasty emperor Tai Hing years Indian monk by the construction plans weicheng. Buddha position, when the net is quiet. Accompanying the travel rush, known no edge surface of worship.
I sigh over, find a poem: "the mountains are mountains pagoda solitary, Buddha figure. White paddy low far tree, under the autumn Ping wu. Shimen does not cover months temple, bamboo sound spring to the kitchen. The old fairy tower from Xian hand, still tilt jade cloud help.
This is a Qing Dynasty poet Lin Temple, Tsui Chuk, on the mountains, down Kan Ping Wu Pak, moon quietly walked temple, bamboo or buzz or rushing spring flow. Next to the temple Yi side columns such as tower, fairy days, like the jade white, support for years, Li see vicissitudes. Presumably if edge to visit, when sitting a while pitching, from day to evening, ray of Si Gu, leisurely heart!
Abandoned boat ashore, shijiershang. Town yard, a cement road, on both sides of two or three storey house built in accordance. Although the wheel rolling, also arrive however the cage over the quiet, like the calm sea, a few boats are not of much billows surging. Cement house, the old man picked up a bar is yellow. Copper rods ago,led ceiling lightbright, then a thin smoke curled up rod, a sip a spit in the sample, a town years light mi.
To walk ten minutes, is Mr Zhao Puchu's imitation of the original old house built into the hall, the original Temple River old house has drowned in Hua Ting reservoir bibo. A four year old Mr. since Qingcheng back to the old home furnishing lived ten years, juvenile laughter and juvenile, river and in front of the temple together into the lake under the memories, just mountain Tsui remains the same, may find a year. Read the word of Mr. does not see, does not see towering, vigorous, like the ripples of water, consistent with the continuous mountain, show fresh, moist. And then east line two, Mr. Ling bone tree burial ground. Three hearts, two ginkgo tree Bodhi, sleep with mr.. The only odd surprise, Mr. in tomb, listen to below level and the sound of footsteps, splash water -, several people came again and again with odd. The rise, constantly jump step, on the bottom step cuckoo green, each level of each place can clear acoustic echo.
The sun convergence the last ray of light,front lace wigs the light scattered down town. No wind, no moon dives, squeaking sound clear insects, more is reminding you taste the quiet far-reaching. The mountain and water affectionately nestled in the silent darkness, but you know or can feel heavy, mountain, water and light.
I sigh over, find a poem: "the mountains are mountains pagoda solitary, Buddha figure. White paddy low far tree, under the autumn Ping wu. Shimen does not cover months temple, bamboo sound spring to the kitchen. The old fairy tower from Xian hand, still tilt jade cloud help.
This is a Qing Dynasty poet Lin Temple, Tsui Chuk, on the mountains, down Kan Ping Wu Pak, moon quietly walked temple, bamboo or buzz or rushing spring flow. Next to the temple Yi side columns such as tower, fairy days, like the jade white, support for years, Li see vicissitudes. Presumably if edge to visit, when sitting a while pitching, from day to evening, ray of Si Gu, leisurely heart!
Abandoned boat ashore, shijiershang. Town yard, a cement road, on both sides of two or three storey house built in accordance. Although the wheel rolling, also arrive however the cage over the quiet, like the calm sea, a few boats are not of much billows surging. Cement house, the old man picked up a bar is yellow. Copper rods ago,led ceiling lightbright, then a thin smoke curled up rod, a sip a spit in the sample, a town years light mi.
To walk ten minutes, is Mr Zhao Puchu's imitation of the original old house built into the hall, the original Temple River old house has drowned in Hua Ting reservoir bibo. A four year old Mr. since Qingcheng back to the old home furnishing lived ten years, juvenile laughter and juvenile, river and in front of the temple together into the lake under the memories, just mountain Tsui remains the same, may find a year. Read the word of Mr. does not see, does not see towering, vigorous, like the ripples of water, consistent with the continuous mountain, show fresh, moist. And then east line two, Mr. Ling bone tree burial ground. Three hearts, two ginkgo tree Bodhi, sleep with mr.. The only odd surprise, Mr. in tomb, listen to below level and the sound of footsteps, splash water -, several people came again and again with odd. The rise, constantly jump step, on the bottom step cuckoo green, each level of each place can clear acoustic echo.
The sun convergence the last ray of light,front lace wigs the light scattered down town. No wind, no moon dives, squeaking sound clear insects, more is reminding you taste the quiet far-reaching. The mountain and water affectionately nestled in the silent darkness, but you know or can feel heavy, mountain, water and light.
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