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70783 2006 年 04 月 18 日 17:36 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (0) Category: Personal Diary
not know what became addicted to the harmonica, and later on like the flute, flute, guitar, the instrument has a romantic atmosphere. Experience in the faint melody of a silent mood. Often in their own elm initially took a turn under the broken music book, over and over again to practice. Create their own music immersed in heaven, completely ignored the suffering of his family could not bear to listen to,
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passion of youth do not advocate, and some were cynical emotions. Hi, if unshielded, music has no heart, and the nature of anger if the little bit relieved, sad to pretend Guzuoshenchen suspect. Even if no Ayutthaya chest, pain is still there. Just because too much love. Obsession of the harmonica is a Chiai it for life. In addition to laugh when young, ah, ah sing is endless computational problems, the monotonous sound of the piano embellishment of my youth time, in the absence of feeling content with their own grief, the kind of experience is happy, do not know how many years later became a unmentionable disease has no cure.
I always have youth with no heart to describe themselves, although this term means that in addition to bear with ridicule, but also is a human naive, primitive. Sometimes clever myself, as to understand a question or sentence perception, they are sometimes absurd, ways of the world over standing still do not understand.
to this is a little difficult environment, I still miss former insensitive, the kind of pure happiness. Happy is not easy now, always inevitable as a lot of mundane worry, in real life before I was always struggling to cope, more frustrating is that in life, honed, I have been unable to do so willing. I have been able scheming women enjoy, even if the content they sneer back, have a little bit bad meaning. Bad people are always smart, smart people do not always bad. However, the bad can be a smart little Italian woman, how full of fun ah.
shaman sun in a clean, green willow, Whose distant warm peach bloom, publicity. Several girls of similar age sitting on a small lawn outside the school, a girl in Chuikou Qin, Chords, though not too happy, did not affect the beautiful melody. Children are immersed, with the sound of the piano singing Youde. Sun through the leaves, sprinkled their hair, has a hairy face, full of youthful bodies, they enjoy the carefree feeling of life. They do not know what to meet their future, they are just thinking about boring out the moment the sea was able to decide the fate of the title, in the rare easy to enjoy life. They do not know what the future life with an irresistible force changing their destiny, just as the falling leaves the wind, the wind determines the direction of the falling leaves: a girl tortured by her husband's family had mental illness, broken free from the pain , to the more simple pleasures altogether; a girl in the thirties, the disease to win her beloved, so quiet, and like her daughter became widows and orphans; a girl most drastic, to a dubious life road, thinking that she will catch a man's love, do you not know that she lost with the proliferation of more; a girl in the future, one early spring night, quietly recorded the text on the harmonica.
past the scene like a dream, can not grasp the same feelings. Feel very different personalities, so that can count the same person?
girl I was with Chuikou Qin, and now I become someone else's wife, the mother of a child. I sent an almost indifferent attitude of the time, although sometimes I am passionate, or painful. All of the thoughts is the plan of life today,
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persistent sound of the piano is still persisted, to be short when the wind blew away the sound continued, even with a different flavor. Heart, a feeling of a wake, journeying back by his obsession seems forgotten a long time ago. I often suspect that people who are not in the past, do not know the age or disease causes a sharp my memory back. At this time the sound of the piano so I went to a familiar and strange feeling, I seem to vaguely like their women to seize, no, should be to slowly close the distance their self. In silent on the TV, I feel that once their existence, the real existence, which made me marvel. . . . . .
piano brings me to my traction from afar and then again, I remember one night a few years ago, read these words: blowing up. hesitation, crying. She did not take to the air, break a long while, pane house, the moon came out from the clouds. Mexican gray day, a few Shuxing, lack of ambiguity months, as the lithographic picture of clouds below transpiration, tree tops revealed a faint circle on the street light. Chang'an and blowing harmonica come.
thoughts are drawn to the long, long time ago, when the world is still chaotic one it? The years is how long About their feelings, and instantly become old. Fresh feeling in the past, the burning pain in the old memories. A normal month later, the feelings of an ordinary girl, just a number to summarize the life of the sad, helpless and submissive. This is Zhang Ailing's text, the text quietly shook the soul captured me.
love is always a bit vague, ignorant of the age, does not appear to know how to love (should not know how to love it), for life and life itself is free, can not touch the traces of life, but in rising as falling month ignorance, a bit sentimental.
mind the sound of the piano is no nothing to take into account. In many children's listening, I flaunt their individuality. Small trees in the campus, the sun floating down the well, from time to time through the group of pigeons. I am proud of the plays the harmonica, the two male students feel the distance do not mind pretending to listen, and then walked away like irrelevant. Later, they worshiped in my subglottic, become my disciple proud in my dispute with others has become my I will never forget the winter night watching movies, they are always scrambling for my thick cotton coat off; in my hometown barren land, they took advantage of a rest day for our family hoe. I enjoy the friendship and when thin, than I am a few female students, but also such care of me. However, they seem less like listening to my music. Unbearable in my stomach, the two boys take me home. Early autumn evening is very cold, but both of them sweating in the face warm hospitality of my parents, two people did not have enough to eat even nervous. This is all pure friendship, are brought to my harmonica. We have become H always laugh at me,
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people by surprise is that, no matter how precious the friendship, always vulnerable in the secular front. Only a little mundane life, relationships between friends and even strangers gradually divide, the harmonica became the sacrificial lambs of friendship. Occasionally an opportunity two years ago, with two energetic boys who are now become the father of two children meet, the original zoning of the scene that would be embarrassing, did not expect such a harmonious,
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I do not know how to say, at a friend's life-threatening moment for thinking of me, and me as a friend the sake of what? Powerless, or rushing for a living is righteous reason? Now, they have come to, but also a lot of time not to contact, and I wish you better off than I am, H said to me, F is said to me.
quietly stood on the balcony gazing at the myriad of twinkling lights flashing, see the floor, a dim corner of the full moon rising,
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