2010年12月30日星期四

Love death

Love death

First, death love
Entering the warm spring, cool mountain is still a moment, and the breeze is the passage of the maple leaf fly paper all over the world. I walk in the mountains of the terraced rice paddies, and overlooking the other side - suddenly found that everything is so untrue, so false. You do not change, he has not changed, only my own actually change.
Cool hit my bare pink shoulders, tapping my tender cheek. I think I forgot, forget that the people who should not be forgotten. Even I had the heart to be forgotten ... ...
One day, earth shattering mountain lake suddenly dried up, the village suddenly collapse into nothingness in an instant everything. Me? But only in the distance quietly watching. Then turned our backs to the ... ...
I still remember the pair of deep black eye staring at me like, like to see a stranger staring at me, face is numb is empty, write the eyes of disappointment and sadness is all about. He said: "Summer, such as video, you changed, you become that simply is not good I know you - you destroyed the village, destroying everything together destroy the love between you and me"
I laughed, cried, I threw him into desperate that only one step away from the other side - Goodbye, my love, goodbye, my crazy ... ...
II. Case of injury a few years of blood tears, touch portrait see the crazy children.
Laughing sound, the sound of music, quietly clawed through the mountain pass others to ear ... I just knew from that day called the grandmother of this rural village. It is very different with the side of the village, as if paradise-like existence in this world. Because the people here is very basic necessities of life in general. Farmers here do not rely on farming for a living, not to hunting, but by that little bit of feed on the petals.
This flower is very strange, like blood-red flowers, when flowers do not see the leaves, when leaves do not see the flowers, mosaic the two do not meet, with the wrong life and life with.
I've always wondered why the top of hunger and eat the petals ... .... Although many questions about ~. But I am glad to know in the village I love him - Mexico thousand
Mexico thousand, the most courageous knight village grandmother. Outside the village sat quietly waiting for the small tree in the village. And I Out of curiosity, always follow the footsteps of his last gradually acquainted with him was. He was proud, and I kind, he had a vision of the heart, I do have a quiet heart. Two people who have no connection, but was attracted to each other, in-depth into the crazy - and I'm the one who loves her child.
Air soft as hay, mixed with the fragrance of the earth, the sky clear blue as clear as amber. Everything is so beautiful, beautiful people forget how to breathe.
I always hold the ink into the vastness of thousand flowers in the ... lack of direction, because he said he would leave to the other side to find another direction. I do not comply, I often think about where my heart to inexplicable pain. When I see you figure that when you abandon me, but you suddenly appear. When you suddenly around and leave, I think you have to disappear, I cried, because I love you miserable.
If you lose you are my greatest pain, that I would rather lose my own in return.
I am sad, I pity ... ...
Third, the flourishing like Fangfei
Gradually the sky clear, the birds continue to soar wings, and I want to stay quietly in your arms on the lookout for that moment of peace.
That day I inquired from the mouth of the villagers there to kite the shaman. People say kite shaman is the savior of our village, because the village he founded, and he is all-powerful God - as long as people wish to put to him will be realized, but the price is the same.
In fact, I whatever the cost I knew that if he must go, I will stop.
Three days passed quickly, I turned over several mountains, crossed several rivers. Back the number of valley of tears has finally come to see the kite Witch Mountain Fairy.
She dressed in a purple thread of clothing, pull the hair on his head high, and it all but still let her charming enchanting. I am me and surprises. Ancient? It is 2009, not a thing of the 21st century? I suddenly discovered that everything I say experience is so realistic, true ... ... I can not ease ... full of doubts. But more anxious, because the day after tomorrow he was going away, leaving the village, leave me .... I'm not confused.
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The other side of the flowers

The other side of the flowers

Beginnings of the sun through the blue curtain of water sprinkled on the white pajamas. Kiyotoshi face, clear eye, slender eyelashes as if it were a rain drop in the past. Micro and lips, as if hesitant, and like just stopped talking.
Picture is very beautiful, like the fairy tale Sleeping Beauty is waiting for her prince, and like a bit careless death of Snow White poison apple generally quiet sleep.
A long time.
"My child, you awake?" Whose fat old lady in care.
"Where am I?" A man awakened from a dreamless eyes open, looked around, all the strange environment, a strange man, "you are ... ..."
"Sha Wah, I am your grandmother in the country, met a child, you forget?" The old woman smiled kindly.
"Oh, there is the impression ... ..." Remember when grandma Sha Hua He coaxed, teased him to play, as if he remembered when his three-year-old by an old man died of his love, it seems not a grandmother, and he can not remember clear of.
Grandma took out a package from the drawer, which, like baby things like packet layer by layer with a cloth wrapped. Layers of open, is a faded picture of her grandmother a photo of China handed the sand.
Sha Hua sudden tears, pictures of people on the mother, a child's mother, although her mother's death has been for many years was not any energy left a photograph, or a recognized her.
"Mom ... ..."
Sip Minzui Sha Kok Wah, light eyes closed, blink off tear or two, with pulp on the mother's face, feeling the picture, circle round.
Mother, mother, do not the years, and finally see you again. Mom I miss you, step-mother to the madness after all the things you throw all that he was afraid that Dad would think of you. I hate that bitch all day pestering my father, my father said people love the dead fox, and I know he loves you, I heard one night drunken father, in the vague talking about the Your name, also cried. There is no way my father, please forgive him.
Mother, heaven happy, mother.
"Grandma, you let me stay on it, I'm not leaving."
"Well, I take you to is to let you stay with me, I am old. Need someone to talk with me."
Childhood in her mother's home to find her mother's shadow, perhaps it will feel her mother closer.
"Go out and see it, to see changed, no, you have not come here a long time"
China to photograph sand pocket mother, Qi Shenchao front door, "Zhi Ya." Impinge upon the face of the earth incense, sweet, just like her mother's kiss.
Home villages, mixed with the fragrance of the soil, butterflies dancing around the flower, butterfly specimens than in the window pretty much. Wind swept grass, like the mother Rejoice in the hair. The ringing tree crashed, as in calling her mother.
China relies on a large tree trunk sand, watching the wave rippling river in a daze, a willow hand picked, gently blowing the first mother liked that song.
Leaves play music, like someone curl of smoke rising, ray ray of the past as to be brought back, one hand grasping fingers had slipped away from the ... ...
His lips twitch and then unable to blow down, loosely close your eyes, something seems to flow down, frozen.
Wind, suddenly burst nostrils the fragrance of gardenia, sand rise of China opened his eyes ... ...
A sixteen-year-old young girls look like moving sand China smile, white white dress, carrying the sun shine like an angel angelic face like the sound of water can Niechu general, "how not to blow it go ? good to hear na. "
"You like it? That I continue." China also continued to blow up the sand, the same song, different feelings, the mind is a different person.
Girls sat down, quietly watching Tuozhe Sai Sha Hua, quiet smile, that sweet smile.
An end, Sand Hua asked her, "What's your name?"
"My name is Man Chu, 'slow' no 'heart', 'beads' with 'the king'. You that?"
"My name is Sha Hua, 'sand' with 'water', 'China' no 'tears'. Oh,"
"Oh."
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The other side of the flowers

The other side of the flowers

Beginnings of the sun through the blue curtain of water sprinkled on the white pajamas. Kiyotoshi face, clear eye, slender eyelashes as if it were a rain drop in the past. Micro and lips, as if hesitant, and like just stopped talking.
Picture is very beautiful, like the fairy tale Sleeping Beauty is waiting for her prince, and like a bit careless death of Snow White poison apple generally quiet sleep.
A long time.
"My child, you awake?" Whose fat old lady in care.
"Where am I?" A man awakened from a dreamless eyes open, looked around, all the strange environment, a strange man, "you are ... ..."
"Sha Wah, I am your grandmother in the country, met a child, you forget?" The old woman smiled kindly.
"Oh, there is the impression ... ..." Remember when grandma Sha Hua He coaxed, teased him to play, as if he remembered when his three-year-old by an old man died of his love, it seems not a grandmother, and he can not remember clear of.
Grandma took out a package from the drawer, which, like baby things like packet layer by layer with a cloth wrapped. Layers of open, is a faded picture of her grandmother a photo of China handed the sand.
Sha Hua sudden tears, pictures of people on the mother, a child's mother, although her mother's death has been for many years was not any energy left a photograph, or a recognized her.
"Mom ... ..."
Sip Minzui Sha Kok Wah, light eyes closed, blink off tear or two, with pulp on the mother's face, feeling the picture, circle round.
Mother, mother, do not the years, and finally see you again. Mom I miss you, step-mother to the madness after all the things you throw all that he was afraid that Dad would think of you. I hate that bitch all day pestering my father, my father said people love the dead fox, and I know he loves you, I heard one night drunken father, in the vague talking about the Your name, also cried. There is no way my father, please forgive him.
Mother, heaven happy, mother.
"Grandma, you let me stay on it, I'm not leaving."
"Well, I take you to is to let you stay with me, I am old. Need someone to talk with me."
Childhood in her mother's home to find her mother's shadow, perhaps it will feel her mother closer.
"Go out and see it, to see changed, no, you have not come here a long time"
China to photograph sand pocket mother, Qi Shenchao front door, "Zhi Ya." Impinge upon the face of the earth incense, sweet, just like her mother's kiss.
Home villages, mixed with the fragrance of the soil, butterflies dancing around the flower, butterfly specimens than in the window pretty much. Wind swept grass, like the mother Rejoice in the hair. The ringing tree crashed, as in calling her mother.
China relies on a large tree trunk sand, watching the wave rippling river in a daze, a willow hand picked, gently blowing the first mother liked that song.
Leaves play music, like someone curl of smoke rising, ray ray of the past as to be brought back, one hand grasping fingers had slipped away from the ... ...
His lips twitch and then unable to blow down, loosely close your eyes, something seems to flow down, frozen.
Wind, suddenly burst nostrils the fragrance of gardenia, sand rise of China opened his eyes ... ...
A sixteen-year-old young girls look like moving sand China smile, white white dress, carrying the sun shine like an angel angelic face like the sound of water can Niechu general, "how not to blow it go ? good to hear na. "
"You like it? That I continue." China also continued to blow up the sand, the same song, different feelings, the mind is a different person.
Girls sat down, quietly watching Tuozhe Sai Sha Hua, quiet smile, that sweet smile.
An end, Sand Hua asked her, "What's your name?"
"My name is Man Chu, 'slow' no 'heart', 'beads' with 'the king'. You that?"
"My name is Sha Hua, 'sand' with 'water', 'China' no 'tears'. Oh,"
"Oh."
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