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Dust all the way


<div class=\The wind is up, hands stretched out the window, it seems to blow away my entire person, thrown together with Mercedes-Benz of traffic.
wind in the willows playing with Yao Zhi, hiding in the corner whispering, like telling me that already come to an end the Mood for Love. Only that round moon, do not panic do not panic, the distribution of faint halo at me.
Mid-Autumn Festival, and this year in the autumn, I was rushing to spend. Sky,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a cloud covered the moon, the dark night of the original even more quiet. Get off the break, companion, pointing moon said: \\Perhaps on a foreign land can comfort the lonely heart, can awaken the mind, easily ripple.
these years, the family used to drink tea together, talking, or her husband in front of the computer playing games, I was watching TV, sofa, casually Rengzhuo several books, an easy life for me, has become a life part, no waves, no ripples. Students often knowing sigh, and later, again to myself,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], this is life, my all. Now, a person to run around his home, although only a few days,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], for me, still significant long.
dust all the way, always remember that after the round moon window Xuan, trance a few times in front of the wind into my dream, \I know, another year of the moon, and I actually can not sit safely at home, the tide, could not help Shan However, fear of peers to see, and quickly looked to one side, lost in thought, looking at the distance.
wind, like me, all year round and forth, no one can talk to talk, but no one can be mad in the dream as a gift for language, wine, then Sangma. If at this time living abroad, this feeling is still strong. Now, gradually fall deep, the heart faint hopes ended early trip home. Increasingly indifferent to the prosperity of all, have come to believe, the bustling but superficial, and who vows engraved in the depths of the end times can not stand the test of time, only the mouth that silk smile was still there, but nowhere to be found downtown. Including the sky, round moon, round and missing, missing a round, is not the beginning of the month. Sigh: And this same evening Ho, is a wake up to the millennium, the surrounding landscape had changed appearance, no one will wait and eventually became a stranger.
night more dark, the distant mountains are hidden in the darkness, even the sound of gurgling stream of dusty, dip a little dust, running all the way with me. The wind seems to blow away foreign land clouds heart, hands, gently waved, savings in the heart of the clouds suddenly dispersed, occasionally with the wind on the TV, it will not hurt. The pedestrian street, not a hurried walking, leisurely, the Yi Meipiao However, slightly quiet, presumably, the heart has to go home, do not stray. At least, at the moment is comfortable.
I suddenly envious of these pedestrian, and perhaps when I have this calm, the already old age and older, heart, already back in time to recall as being, crazy cycle of several years, year after year, the only lip angle is still smiling, face already old, already regards the face of flowers and grass, will not reveal the joy of a half minutes. That he will not let nostalgia, despite the ease of life, yet the souls lost in the wind.
years ago, I do not want myself to quiet noisy cinema, yes, just want to have a share of nice, do not breath the atmosphere, as for playing movies, it does not matter, I just want to own placed in the empty space in the heart, not so tired. I went to, but also a moonless night, holding a ticket into the movie, the movie has put a part of it, in the last row, silently watching wide screen, can finally sit still, do not hurry to walk No one will force themselves.
maybe all the space is arranged, not his own space, destined to not have, but the moment of effort, I asked the ticket man put back into place, that moment, I am a little frustrated. Surrounded by the beautiful light, the end is not his own, and even share of Enron and calm will escape far away. Many years later, when the memory has been replaced by a building, I inexplicably some sad eyes it seems there is the shadow of yesterday, all fresh in our memory, and eventually became the past. Came to understand, camouflage calm, always dressed in beautiful coat, to be wind, everything will restore the original appearance, no one can be changed.
home day, every day, the appearance of the immediate family will always emerge, I hear the voice clearly printed on the mind, long aftertaste, I know, will not be long days of wandering, only when the time one that will be coming back, as a person's life, in the heart of the world, one by one fill of all the taste, once the laughter of heart, eyes the tears were eventually thrown away one by one time, will warm up even the feel, the growing ease, do not deliberately look for, actively look for.
My eyes followed the dark hastily walk the thin wind was awakened mind, it is the autumn wind through the wilderness, and the clouds hugged the whisper, but also the most quiet on the Red passphrase. For a tired soul, these,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], no doubt the gift God blessing, all seemed quiet humble life is strong. The sky's the moon, at the moment, hidden in the clouds, refused to come out, perhaps ashamed of yourself.
In fact, many things in life are indifferent to go to, there is no trace, all the ups and downs are like water falling, prosperous after silent. Qingyin ears when the wind again, I know, I will not hesitate to light slowly getting old together, all the dust, will be one day incorporated into the fresh bag, and then, in a spread out the sun , read aloud over and over again, smiling life, walking smile. Days, in my only comfort. Dust, not contaminated by a half minutes.
Many times in life are travel-stained, hurry to rush to the spring, summer, autumn and winter wanes, wasted life. Very often, people are speck of dust, lying in the dust, suspended air, and sometimes even worse than a grass, you can harvest sprouting in spring, unmitigated growth, withered, and then into dust, until the invisible. When the years of climbing the forehead, all look forward with calm mountains, water-like tolerance. I was even a dust, but also comfortable.
night, knowing about quiet, as if the ancient Yan in the spilled ink, believe it will be poured on the sky. Ears, the wind whistling sound was still there, but less rapid, long for the soothing melody played PASSING mountains along the way, all the dust are my thoughts, with me way back home. When the moon is stuck his head out again when the breath of autumn before the dispersion in the windows open,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], silent, and I have as to this and fall silent, silent ... ...
dust all the way to see and the want to, are spiritual chant. I hope that the long way home not far away, all of the past will be calm, Enron up.
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