2011-12-16

■Along the way, thankyou

Doall the way, thedream all the way, and readall the way, the injuryall the way,the youth of this shore, I eyebrow XinWeicu, listening to the wind tells the years of the past;Go all the way,appreciate all the way, listen toall the way, drunkall the way,time of the other side,you gently walk, bring me for mywholelife theoath.Smile,as a jade, just like thecold winterla month of a warming Yang; Words, amiable and gentle, like strokeand a wisp ofspring breeze; Theheart, clearas bright, filled with tolerance and forthright.

In the boundlesshuge crowd,you I meetby chance, and then silencewho know each other,as worldall the fate, we own the roaming in, repeated astory of others.Lookingat today'syou and me, read the yesterday's he andshe, originalall is so similar to theends of theearth, the same scene, everymoment thousands of deduction. The different stage, the samescript, different actors, the same lines, perhaps, that is what the world had saidthe world of mortals.

Life, seems to be alittle spring and fall streams,no waves without wind,go light, so of the day, that you and I, is I havedreamed of. But he isalways thinking of, perhaps our stories will be something different,always feel, I wantlife probably shouldn't so,always think, and thestory you and I should deducing other wonderful. Perhaps this is the so-called is not satisfied withit.

Not content with me, occasion ally also play a song inlife all muchado aboutnothing.The occasional upset,the occasional sentimentality, occasion allysad sorrow bosom, such me, sometimes not even willing to tolerance, butyou willalways smiled and saidit doesn't matter. A that's ok, covers theyou to my tolerance. Thankyou, thankyou willing to listen to me, thankyou willing to understand me, thankyou foryourconcern and care of understanding.

Along the way, just behind theone seas on blossom has collected, have already in the years flows through place vanished,lift. Magging issues.it, thoseflowers, then no longer in thosedays Ming yan; Walk off, those figure, also do not know when frommy life disappear; For a around, those familiar withsmile, and thosewho agreed upon oath, andhas set up a file in the baptism of the mood sweptaway.Looking back, QiFengChuYu alsoonly you have been, from beginning to end with reckless abandon.

I know,you arealways on,maybe notat nearby, buthas lived in myheart.You are in myheart, so, I count themirror inflower, and cicadas in the eyes of the tenderyou smile andlookedat on the water, and know that you SiQi born rich, and son ChengYuevow.

You know,more than any other, I in the character of the much a slightly thincool. Thosewho love, I do not say, and not understand; Thosegood, Idon't talk, and not unknown; Thosewho warm, those carefully, I pretended that Idon't know, butone can see in the eye, and talksto heart. I'm notgoodat expressing, doesn't mean Idon't havefelt in theheart,on the contrary, a warm action, aconcern oflook in the eyes, a warm words, ofall things, I keptaway, and putit in myheart.

Sincealways,all don't understandyou inmy life to a role play, from that year to now,you and I walkedall the way from strangers, to close right now, ourstory is in what thebeat is a? Perhaps thestory is finalizing a play, also ortwo hearts were there, but I thankyou have in this warmattitude in myMingTu.

Thankyou for the lonely in mytime took meby the hand, and thankyou for making meagain believe afairy tale of aestheticism, thankyou foryour face my unreas onable never give up, thankyou foryour tender feelings withthe wholelife the warmth of my I thincool, thankyou to accompany me along the way. Toyou, pleasemake I say thankyou, thankyou let me in such years can also easedream, let me be able to a insignificant posture face a window to listen.

Thedream flowers, quietlyaway, and in a hurry fell, some people, quietly, and silently walk, that time, like water flowing silence, from refused tomake alittle I stopped, and ourstory? Ourstory will end in where? Tomorrow'syou I is nearat hand, or the apart?