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vendredi, août 7 2009

Let the losing be more beautiful

Par greenlife le vendredi, août 7 2009, 16:51

Let the losing be more beautiful Life is the swing back and forth in getting and losing, like pendulum, eternal, then in life is mostly a kind of losing, on the emotion, in career, in a great deal of respects, perhaps we, while bemoaning and meeting a sharp fate, the ones that flowed and emerged are losing more, is not knowing which way to go, sentimental, in fact loss is beautiful, everything is the best arrangement!

The people relative cosmic space is negligible, and limited, in pursuing, impossible everything is gone to get, it leave oneself go ponder certain one the spaces, it go by meditation, calm one in the face of, I have remembered such a story of mine: "One old man at high-speed train that go, one shed new shoes that buy just from window because of carelessness, people around feel more sorry, old man throw away, go down second shoes from window too immediately unexpectedly. This move makes people greatly surprised even more. The old man explains: "No matter how this shoes are expensive, already useless as to me, if who can find a pair of shoes, maybe he still can wear " Must have to give up, people should have wide mind, can't only see immediate interest, and oneself is in the passive situation.

All of us are losing, lose money, lose relatives, lose the friend, perhaps as you will lose oneself too careless when, it is sad and pityful to see on losing ocularly, in fact it is that a lot of things are irresistible in when when go to face, we should go to follow the law of nature, the gentle heart that becomes restless to the mental state that naturally, it is cool to sow a bit, one is happy, light one's own life, pursue the passing regret that never regret during the years that the passion burn!

Perhaps we the a the most difficultly to stand ones in being in losing the not taking leave of of relative,one, daily, turn one slender and delicate light smoke into, soul department come back, can watch eventually, space that can only be realized imagine those once tender feeling for a moment, and the word left

I once read such a report, a reporter interviewed an old man over seventy years of age, by a low luxuriant thatched cottage of remote mountain villa, this old man sits in the lawn in front of the room telling and chatting one's own experience in the past to the reporter silently, he lost father in childhood, lost mother that treasured when being young, after regarding as a family, the wife catches hopeless case unfortunately, let go in the man's world! Later because he went to adopt medical herbs and broke a leg among the mountains, when until old because the traffic accident lost the son, friendless now, but the reporter can feel it is such gentle disposition that this old man speaks, everything passing is not too important, the more important thing is I am alive yet now now, still can see new sunshine having small stream among that mountain every day, there is that silent mountain, make me yearn, will it be Pure Brightness every year, will lead puppy parents in I of me, wife, in front of the son's tomb, explain the life of chatting today, and today's new scene to them, they will hear I speak, I will not be lonely, I will live strongly for them, it is myself too

Make it more lovely and lost beautiful, can not go to shift one's own mood when we can not get, go to court you and can pursue and arrive, can't get, put for the moment first, it is a kind of burden to put down, a kind of new person grows the idea, is full of more enticement in an era of this competition, a lot of legends stay, among them, the ones that will deduce more are excellent and helpless, perhaps we will be worried, gloomy while not getting, but you expect how can you get, people are single individuals, everybody's strength is insignificant after all, if only pay attention to one's own feeling, one's own happiness, one's own interests choose, I think of it very difficult and evolve and detached oneself, the society is very difficult to be progressive.

Lost already losing, perhaps it is unable to get this life, but you will receive other everything, without love, I have kindred, friendship, I have an undertaking, do not have both legs, I have my both hands, go to cultivate the happy manor, the bright prospect that open up life. meshowfashion

Lost beautiful, you are with you I have a direction in my life, all of us are playing a different role on this world large stage, sad, we will cry sometimes, we will feel deeply ashamed and turn pale for one's own role when being more, but we pass by, have ever got, pass brilliantly, it is remote though with time, will be overshadowed, will lose, but originally a balance not falling in life, equilibrate oneself, equilibrate life in you, let solemn and stirring to deduce into a joyous song, accomplish your garland beautiful

Make your blue face

Par greenlife le vendredi, août 7 2009, 10:57

Make your blue face Each woman, bone sub inside have complex one such probably, want, have pieces of blue face bosom friend. This blue face is not, not because the lover, but live in a person in her spiritual field, he might not be handsome, but must be ripe, reliable, understanding. Distance of them can from too close, too near, know the background, can not make into the bosom friend instead. They had better meet while going on business, or know in an accident, for example dialing telephoning by mistake, for example taking place mailing by mistake, for example some any at will is hit on the net. She has her urban her families, he has his urban his families too, but this one that does not hinder from between them is understood. Only have a chat at will, unexpectedly has had a chat for one afternoon unconsciously, there is so many, so congenial and of intense interest. She some move suddenly, mechanical daily life already wash all of her passion off day by day, she until middle school will numb unconsciously, appearance of him, like, wipe spring green, the brilliance like the sunshine polishes her heart. She separates the computer screen, or, through a city, separate microphones --Look at him. Remotely, his hearty laughter, his magnetic voice are simple and honest, deep, cannot be explained in words, stressed her soul directly, cared for in her heart from then on, light and long, slightly happy and drunk. She hides him in the heart, hides in the home of her spirit. At regular intervals, she will miss he, ice like being clear very much, have any distracing thought. He understands her everything, even sigh, even the tears. She loves the, this is totally two different matters. One is spirit, one is realistic. The woman hopes oneself is a image of the rattan forever --Gentle and touching, will not be cold and detached because of becoming trifling after marriage. meshowfashion What the woman thirsted for most is the warmth like man's chest. Consideration of him float warm tea of steam like one cup for winter, laugh at and hold her acting like a child, lovely and innocent breathing out, the ones that will never laugh at her are childish, he is fond of her like being fond of the little one's own daughter. His unreasonableness without and ignoring, it is greedy and painful that there is not the lover, he is a silent forget-me-not, in mid-night, distributed elegant delicate fragrance out, entered the woman's heart bit by bit. Behind the woman flows through the tears, he will keep silent half on the day, and then say very lightly and very gently, sleep early, the sun will rise tomorrow. The woman suddenly thought that looked like the feather of a slice of light fairy oneself, flew upward in the sky light dance. He is happy, moves efficaciously, wise and farsighted. In fact his all customs very too, like a drop of ordinary water in the sea of faces, but this drips, like his sad and pityful feelings, like the tears that are bestowed by heaven thirst for the heart of tender feeling moistening women. The tacit understanding between them, like the fairy tale, poem of looking like, once the woman remembers these, smile knowingly, that smile is quiet and serene. Sometimes, they want to know the mutual sample too, everything mutual, even want to hold the sub hands, realize one's own all dreams in the sea wind, under the starry sky. She thinks, all happiness except distance, once break that distance, the fairy tale between them will also thereupon disappear. She go, question the love of lying between and sincerity of friendship what course should follow just, time is thin, grains of little dust flutter under the sunshine. Such a blue face is made of ice and snow, he is a tree forever, grow prosperity in the woman's imagination, do not always open to the limit. There is such a bosom friend, their weakness and loneliness, the tenderness and state of mind, there are places to deposit. Once there is such a bosom friend, even far apart the ends of the earth, even if is difficult to meet each other, but in the miss quietly each other, have cared for for all one's life and all one's life.

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