2014年01月30日
There is always a person
That year, he was fourteen years old, when young, always thought himself as the knife in the martial arts novel xianjian, can a flute sword and pleased wismec 200w.
Was born in a single-parent family, he didn't have any brothers and sisters, all borne by the mother a person in the home. Finally, however, the mother was the teacher in charge once again that night, please go to school with her mother ever broke out the most bitter quarrel. In the end, he fell out of the door: "from now on I bridge bridge, road return!" This is he leaves the raising his 14 years of the last sentence of a woman.
Walk on the road, with exception of his heart, free at last, there is no homework CARES and that woman, he is now he is obsessed with kung fu hero of the novel, alone is natural and unrestrained unruly. Optional got on a bus, he thought he could and all that is here to say goodbye - including a woman trouble.
Night gradually enveloped the city, the lights on. Curtain summer night always appears bleak, as if the final with a waste heat also clears furnace market, only waiting for the autumn wind blows wither.
He stopped off at the terminal, wrap the wrapped with single unlined upper garment, then looked up at the slightly strange place - the golden gate, red walls, gingko, Buddha - is the lama temple. Lama temple at night no longer busy during the day, but the precipitation has become another kind of scenery, three points, seven points RouJing somber. The road came the brahman note in a Buddha with a storefront. People looked around this way and in a hurry to return home, he only feel more cold. Before this time, he should sit in the warm home, for a mother for his meal, he silently thinking about, think of the woman, he frowned, however, in spite of some miss in my heart elyze好唔好.
All round the night darkens, few people also work, light up the lights in the distance the alley, the scent of meal and children laughing voice came. If he was bewitched, involuntarily toward that direction. Through the window is warm dining room of the house of others, and out of the window is alone yourself. Somehow, to whom he was born a few minutes only shadow to feeling, just when li mo sorrow has supernatural powers can alongside the body, their is now half way. Novel, after all is false, their daily drown in it, but actually is for the sake of other people's stories, shed tears, but didn't have time to care about the people around. The people around by yourself? His mind suddenly, but shook his head, think cloudily, die is oneself, maybe she doesn't care about! He quietly close your eyes.
But at that moment, he heard footsteps coming, not far behind the pace seems to be some hesitation, some hesitation, seems to be to identify the direction, and in search of something.
Like what felt, he suddenly turned away. So, he saw, the thin figure, immersed in the shadows eager was uneasy eyes, that applies a flash of hope and joy...
His eyes a hot, to the way to the man...
In this world, there is always a person if you treasure.
Even if rejected by you, she would never leaving.
Even if the world has abandoned you, Virtual Office Hong Kong she will firmly around you...
Was born in a single-parent family, he didn't have any brothers and sisters, all borne by the mother a person in the home. Finally, however, the mother was the teacher in charge once again that night, please go to school with her mother ever broke out the most bitter quarrel. In the end, he fell out of the door: "from now on I bridge bridge, road return!" This is he leaves the raising his 14 years of the last sentence of a woman.
Walk on the road, with exception of his heart, free at last, there is no homework CARES and that woman, he is now he is obsessed with kung fu hero of the novel, alone is natural and unrestrained unruly. Optional got on a bus, he thought he could and all that is here to say goodbye - including a woman trouble.
Night gradually enveloped the city, the lights on. Curtain summer night always appears bleak, as if the final with a waste heat also clears furnace market, only waiting for the autumn wind blows wither.
He stopped off at the terminal, wrap the wrapped with single unlined upper garment, then looked up at the slightly strange place - the golden gate, red walls, gingko, Buddha - is the lama temple. Lama temple at night no longer busy during the day, but the precipitation has become another kind of scenery, three points, seven points RouJing somber. The road came the brahman note in a Buddha with a storefront. People looked around this way and in a hurry to return home, he only feel more cold. Before this time, he should sit in the warm home, for a mother for his meal, he silently thinking about, think of the woman, he frowned, however, in spite of some miss in my heart elyze好唔好.
All round the night darkens, few people also work, light up the lights in the distance the alley, the scent of meal and children laughing voice came. If he was bewitched, involuntarily toward that direction. Through the window is warm dining room of the house of others, and out of the window is alone yourself. Somehow, to whom he was born a few minutes only shadow to feeling, just when li mo sorrow has supernatural powers can alongside the body, their is now half way. Novel, after all is false, their daily drown in it, but actually is for the sake of other people's stories, shed tears, but didn't have time to care about the people around. The people around by yourself? His mind suddenly, but shook his head, think cloudily, die is oneself, maybe she doesn't care about! He quietly close your eyes.
But at that moment, he heard footsteps coming, not far behind the pace seems to be some hesitation, some hesitation, seems to be to identify the direction, and in search of something.
Like what felt, he suddenly turned away. So, he saw, the thin figure, immersed in the shadows eager was uneasy eyes, that applies a flash of hope and joy...
His eyes a hot, to the way to the man...
In this world, there is always a person if you treasure.
Even if rejected by you, she would never leaving.
Even if the world has abandoned you, Virtual Office Hong Kong she will firmly around you...