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<td class=\hope is not deliberate, I'm just waiting, waiting for the night and I like about and to share understanding. In my mind there is a night well, a bottomless well, I fell into a deep fall in the moment, easy weight loss makes me very happy.
  during the day, in those boxes as easy as to be freely consumed during the day, I often in a daze, like a miser counting the night as the benefits, I was kind of insects belonging to the night, and only in the night before outstretched foot long touch, sensitive to walk.
  In fact, I usually only do two things at night, writing and fantasy. I think these two things should not be separated, they are twin brothers, and many hard to tell when I was writing in the fantasy or in writing fantasy. I like writing in a persistent spider, the face of extremely pious life, worship, and then weave a great tension in the network to stick to reality, to capture all kinds of sudden or such as fireworks, or look grotesque generally brilliant or if, like love, beautiful and heartbreaking and sad fantasy.
  can be a lot of fantasy when I was not specific, more like some kind of hard to explain the emotions, the endless lonely and cold, like the sad little drunk, a touch of nostalgia for a living Wife, Victoria United States chase, experience in the life cycle of quietly soaked, sunken ... ...
  night in my own background, I often listen to a \gently sounded, the water ripples blooming, I am a passionate director, its coupled with a variety of exquisite imagery and the sadness in the hoarse voice, the next door.
  - order

  night said that you love. At that time, I sat in a cabin, outside the snow is thick and clean, the room is a pile of burning firewood crackling, golden fire in me, holding a book, met Feiniaohuoyu.
  course, this is somewhat like a true dream, the fact is always dull, and I sat in the depths of the night, holding a cup of tea, some cold, in front of the TV rustling sound is shining vast expanse of whiteness snow, in time, leisure time was a bit sleepy, I do not like the thought of a nice TV as a reminder of that call girl and the birds called fish scholar.

  picture of a bird hide
  thin curtain in the spring, the spring wind gently shaking it, walking through the sun in the wind, the birds have nothing to do in the window, long long hair like a cloud of uncertainty mind, the sun fell on her face, her hand stretch, to grab something, can be nothing, only the temperature of the sun is warm, like a cloud of condensation of bulk refuse to the aroma. Chunshan pink birds with delicate wings tattooed, birds indistinct brow knot dash of melancholy, the eyes of birds across the shallow river to fall on. A boat on the river down the river, the sun hats in Yaochuan big jump on people.
  river is bustling markets, fish dressed in white, riding a horse, \Fish feel thirsty. Is a glance at the gentle river was thirsty, and the fish like, or how to be thirsty spring it, spring is wet, everything seems to need drying, and how it will be thirsty? Fish thought about this problem clearly dismounted, or that he simply did not wish the problem to clear. Spring fish always feel my heart disorderly, was troubled by the idea of one kind or another, as if some kind of fragile growth of rattan plants by leaning hard to think something. Obviously this is not the spring of trouble. He was looking for a tea house in the street, I saw the birds upstairs. Thus, the fish in that spring morning into a gesture, a fixed in exile waiting to see the rise of the instant affection.
  jade fish flashing red waist pleasing sheen, and took away the eyes of birds, the birds will look to recover from the river and saw fish, fish blankly. Bay river stood under the arch of the fish is a landscape,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the wind also teased hair and fish clothes, like the double-strange hands, driving a good joke. I kept thinking the birds laughed.

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  No, not so! Hundreds of years later. Fish said, I am a singer, a soul with a song to dance to their own people.
  that this is a sunny fall, suddenly began to rain, big rain, like some kind of unknown but the raging rumors, the fish has been on the fall of the city feel taboo, because he afraid of the cold , for fear that the dry savings in steel and concrete in the cold, like some kind of conspiracy without a shred of warmth. Autumn is not cold, but thought it actually feel cold fish in the fall all the way from nowhere. In the rain, standing in front of a cinema shelter fish, and some smell of fish hiding in moist air, surrounded by only the rush of the rain, suddenly has inexplicable sadness.
  When the birds literally screamed like a mass of wet from the rain came the wind, hit the fish's body, the fish is for the occasional hum of a melody and mesmerized. While the birds get the wet hair, while the one I'm sorry to say without looking up, the fish was not heard. Fish are immersed in the beauty of the melody, and he breathing and walking in the rain, he thought he was a raindrop will eventually evaporate a never ending story of a swimming fish ... ... the birds looked up, saw the fat fish in the rain white back.

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  In fact, life in this little start. Seemingly beginning of the beginning, or the theory of things set up in line with our understanding of the law began to narrow, are derived from our old-fashioned imagination. Night, or a fish survive in the cold deep-sea fish when the birds fly freely in the night sky. Moonlight water. Birds such as the mist in the shadow cast in the moment of fish eyes, fish with temperature, so fish, such as a firm since the general began waiting for the sand, quietly floating, with a sensitive heart experience of the birds far from the roar of the wings cut through the air, they do not understand the birds visited the patch of sky wonderful. Like a fish to swallow the sand mussel, pain and sweet to miss, with the delicate state of mind polished, wrapped with pearl romance.
  some ideas, such as wild fish, the growth of aquatic plants, gently, haunted, noisy, not knowing where Soul. Fish found so many years of city fixed the vulnerability of the bare, nothing is eternal, just waiting for the eternal gesture. Ideal is beautiful poppy flowers. Life is a spit bubble, held the pile of lies from the recent good faith.
  For fish, the love is a total sniper sniping, so the survival of fish from the previous state of sudden death, confused eyes only hope.

  four
  screen the river in the spring was covered with Acacia, a long thin pole how thin the sky softened the stars. Wandering poor fish in the river, but never seen birds. That the window upstairs, like a dusty no beginning no end a one-act play. Fish lost in the spring, that spring, the fish like a golden orange, thick plant fibers wrapped with life under the tender.
  fish candlelight, reading in the beating, yellow pages, such as the curtain closed slowly, the fish gently with a sigh. Fish's wife, doing needlework, said: fish, what are you thinking! Fish do not look back. Wife said, go, go of your mind.
  fish, I can not leave you and this pair of children. His wife laughed and said,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], life is not to park the boat in the water, why should their own suffering. Wife said this quietly, as if speaking with other families in the sounds of things, the pins do not have trouble. Only accidentally, acupuncture finger, a Xuezhu filling and gorgeous.
  fish eyes closed, if I die like this, let the guilty off the soul like a cicada cicada, so that flying is no longer as far-fetched dream General. To fish is still alive, living just a wait and find a way, like some kind of language is not specific, a vague concept, but we never stopped breathing as always in life, when it is remembered between it. Nothing can stop a heart of sadness and longing.

  five
  screen in a darkened bar, the fish sit in high chairs, and playing and singing songs with a sad, husky voice, full of vicissitudes of truth such as telling a soft and deep. As the late autumn in the large tracts of snow blowing gently as the melody, gently holding back, like the bright sunflowers in full bloom.
  To survive, every night to catch a few fish that wherever he goes, sung late at night. It is early morning. The bar only a few people are thinking about their own thoughts in silence. Leads people to confuse the city, coming and going of the mortal world, everyone in the walk, everyone will have to stay in a place secretly look at their own time. Perhaps because the trouble may be that happiness may be due to confusion may be because the pain may be due to nothing. Fish think, his own voice should be part of this city, this city terraced rice paddies of the mentality of every person needs to lead the singing, back to the starting place.
  imagine the night sky at this time the fish should be the stars of light, so it became a piece of sedimentation in the night tea.
  song over and over day after the fish will thirst in the bar a little wine. The same is true today. Bar in the hospitality will be the cup, \Really nice! Fish looked up and saw a strange face is young and lively. He said, and I can write songs, called \He stood up and said, I'm fish.
  she said with a smile, I first came here, first day, I called the birds! I could not hear the lyrics just now, can you tell me?
  He said, I'll give you a good sing again! Spoke really softly sang.
  encounter is a play, there is no curtain of love, sea blue, the day such as washing, pre-trial where falling, red flaky mess ... ... in the song hand, the bird was thinking, he is I've been looking for the man. That has a tragic character, depression, lonely and chasing people, he is the pace of the people will never stop. She said, asked me a drink please?

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  a spring, not of the early spring snow. River edge, peach tops hit belly full of bud. The big fish in front of red lacquer door that dismounted, heavily held hostage no one opened the door knocker, opened the door unlatched, thick smoke and dust fell on his shoulder. An old man sitting in the empty courtyard, the sun. To see the fish that are left, went to the capital of the ... ...
  fish to turn away in time, the old man stopped him and said, when Miss asked me to take this thing to an white young people, I think you might be right ... ...
  open that Sclerotium handkerchief, a ray of black hair like clouds. Fish hastily on the ground the horse, raise bursts of smoke and dust behind.
  fish never thought he would be a person living by selling words, poverty is a knife to slowly cut off someone who's arrogance. Fish to the capital for half a year, strange street, not only downtown, but also noble and humble. White fish, dirty and worn, his face hard, keep the beard. A gust of wind ruffled his word, he picked up when the bow, a team of wedding team, came from him, his eyes full of all the red, red flowers, red chair, red silk brocade, which makes the fish feel dizziness. Groom horses, festive smile, but this allows the fish are shallow laugh, and even contains a disdain for others.
  was whispering, it was not the son of Li Chengxiang ... ...

  screen seven
  year after an afternoon in the McDonald's fast food shop, and the birds took Fish said in a magazine, the latest research of experts, love is a chemical reaction ... ... fish interrupted her, saying, love is when you want to forget it does not care to think of it, think it's time to find that you have forget. Birds stare at the fish, Sidongfeidong, speechless.
  fish, I want to go to Guangzhou. Birds do not speak. Fish went on to say, where for me to have more opportunities,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I can not sell in sprinkling it in my life sing! Birds do not speak.
  fish that you speak it! Asuka said, I know sooner or later you will go, I can not retain you. The total life of fear and anxiety to us from the end, and then have another look over, start again.
  night, fish and birds who sit on the bus in not talking. City of neon lights outside the car like a flowing river, the birds will be forced to lean fish head and shoulders. Opening the car from the beginning to the end and then back to starting point ... ...
  standing on the footbridge at night, behind the shiny advertising, a star in the brilliant smile, he laughed a little fish feel hypocritical. Long hair flying birds, birds, said the fish to give to sing that song please?
  singing in fish, birds glistening glory shining tears silently rolled down.

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  fate is harsh and witty gifts, like mountain climbing, we always want to learn and experience all strong enough to face, perhaps in your muddy feet over, ready to give up only when found in the desolate stretch of surprises. Fish in a dead end champion. Fish that his life will be a new beginning.
  surrounded by fish, the horse, \In Xiangfu front, it was reminded that he should go and see Li Chengxiang. Li Chengxiang hear the fish to visit happily to greet, in the second front in the foot. Assumed a high profile, together with the fish into the house. Li Chengxiang
  fish and drink a morning tea, then said, can you return home official, Li Chengxiang keen on the idea, when the deal in which, as its a good thing. Thank you, Fish said. Got up to leave. Out the door,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], just met Li Chengxiang's daughter to the temple to burn incense back home. Li Chengxiang warm introductions. Phase, as only four items in the two sides have spent the fish recognized it was birds, fish, birds also recognized. They salute each other courteously, and then pass by.
  last piece of the yellow leaves of autumn, floated gently down, and just fell on the foot of the fish,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], like an early spring flower.

  screen nine
  birds at the airport, bought a CD, CD is called \But of all the birds have no meaning. Birds will be on the other half listening to the song to start a new life. Birds through the window looking out on the machine in the clouds, they are so close from the well. Birds think I should belong here, this is to fly habitat of these elusive story falls can be the sky was gone. Walking is a beautiful word, every one should stay in one place for too long in, it means you can walk continuously farewell, the farewell is not the first to forget the past, nor others, but ourselves.
  birds sold this CD, but made no courage to listen to the song, maybe a few years later, CD, or new, who is very old.
  aircraft flying out of China's territory, the aircraft is below the sea, boundless sea, which live in a fish. Saw fish in the water, it is a beautiful bird, the bird let him in gradually Acacia had passed away.
  as the name of the fish, but also in the bar, no one remember a girl named birds. Fish had an accident way back in the dying moments, he heard birds singing, even though the background is very noisy, you can still hear the lyrics of fish. Fish said, where have you been, and the birds we sat down to drink right? Birds silent.

  fish screen ten
  old, white-haired fish, or like to wear dressed in white. Good spring sunshine, his wisp of hair in his hand trembling, as the slightest idea of strands of disarray or years.

  end
  fish found in the water mirror, the mirror long with red wings fish, like some kind of intoxicating ideal.
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