I have always liked that plain dull, not doing nothing, nothing so indifferent, but no and not for.

I often give their own to create unlimited fantasy, not so exaggerated, but also not so extravagant. Is one kind of freedom, is a kind of liberation of mind, want is a fill, heart deficiency need filling, and this loss is not empty, but most of the time this loss and emptiness can not distinguish, so sometimes lose judgment Tape replacement.

I want a sense of satisfaction, I want a sense of happiness. Perhaps the hope, maybe a good wish. Is small bridges or buildings. Is the smoke from kitchen chimneys or heavy traffic on the street, is the Jiangnan region of rivers and lakes or smoke in the desert. In fact, just water soothing, towering spectacular, just after the rain, green, noisy downtown, it is amidst the tenderness, the melodious. Although there is no realistic touch, but heart infinite structures.

Give yourself a heart king, without pen and ink colors to depict, not the size of the paper to the box set. Close my eyes and all the ingredients are in the mind. It can also smell the flowers not ride to the fragrance of the earth, the sky view than can also listen to the song of a bird. It does not touch the cold can also see the flying fish. If you want that nine days on down the Milky Way, if you want that hold empty giant trees, if still you want to fish Cheung shallow bottom, if you want to dense fog shrouded. For it seems to me not to travel over land and water, but the opening of the heart King sky to build the yearning wanton beauty.

Sometimes want to travel, iphone skins to feel the magnificent mountains, want to listen to the river Pentium, want to smell a bamboo clear, want to experience the depression, but the reality or give me countless moved pan, give me endless pressure. So everything can only be a secret... .. Time is fleeting, a dozen Tun years have rushed, the flow past, sigh who is in life.

May be the loneliness for a long time, I have some shadow. I'm afraid quietly into memories. Some people some things although fuzzy figure, but the heart is not a slight touch, afraid of scratch fingers still want to keep my thoughts. Asked myself many times there is no answer.. Perhaps..

Quiet night, who is hiding in the window into the lunar beauty.

I do not know when the apricot with branches, also don't know when flowers everywhere. I doesn't like taking pictures, all the beauty hidden in the memory, to shoot down all fragments, affects only the dreamy eyes. The ancients used simple to remember a word or two can be beautiful, artistic conception is to use imagination to modify.

"How big the world is as big as" I don't mind, I don't much of the world, I have a little heart, I just a little scene, I just want to use my heart to thaw the king.

Quiet night, month and who's secret alexander hera pre wedding......

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