I have the years of collection and transfer of the mottled background, looking at South River purple Yan Flying stroking the weeping willows, recollections of the time, bamboo and elegance, on the Begonia, the far shore of the cloud around the ancient worry off .
so pretty and yet so lonely
2011 年 11 月 29 日
Clouds in the deep blue sky
they float away
In the season when ice and snow start to thaw, I slowly wake up from a sound, rosy sleep. Indulged in self-love in beautiful dreamland, I am dedicated to waiting for you in great patience. But you do not know.
looking up at the gently drifting across the sky cloud, is it divorced from the earth and that is my wandering heart? Perhaps “I just in a quiet and the sky over the clouds, my thoughts and life are free, I do not want anyone to be my helmsman.” I believe that the natural journey of life, my past life if he really is destined fate, it will be waiting in front of me.
I dance with wind; wind dances with my feelings; my feelings dance with my heart; my heart dances with myself. I am dancing into the flying cloud, singing a love song under the deep blue sky, only to you. I miss you, and the missing tears start to pour. When you blink your eyes amidst the moonlight, the stars, I will suddenly appear right in front of you.
Alone in dreams for a long, long time, I ve walked through many cycles of spring, summer, fall and winter, but still I cannot get rid of the restlessness buried deep in my heart. Some say life is like a dream; others say dreams are rooted in fate. Is it like a dimple of water that lingers in the world, or a dirt descending from high above as I pick up a flower and smile?
to dream, I dressed in rainbow away, I came dressed in innocent, tears shining to walk … … the stage in life, I come quietly, shake off the notes jump out of a string of a pond ripple, and then quietly fade, travels to the green and Huaxi, I find, to find the life of Buddha, so this life, I must spend with a dream, Ren Shiguang flies, any years of the shuttle, with open wings, sparkling in the sun illusion. The soul of my life, the magic of youth, with the breeze blow micro-cloud, with the water grassland, standing in the distance.
I bury in my heart the bygone years, the happy stories. Gazing at a pair of swallows dashing through the river, touching willow leaves. Piles of goo crawl into my heart; classic music is graceful; the crabapple is bathed in moonlight; clouds at the other side of the river take my
melancholy springs up from inside, and I meditate a lot about life. Like a raft struggling in the middle of nowhere, I am searching for my steersman that belongs to me for good.
Soft and graceful
Thousands of miles wide
To search for my dream, I come all the way in a pure heart, tears glistening … In silence I come out on the stage of life. I shake off strands of musical notes, which disturb the peaceful pool of spring water. And then I fade away silently. I walk through greens and brooks with flowers blooming on both sides. I am searching for the banyan of life. All through my life I will be in dreams. I open my two wings and fly through the elapsing time, turning into crystals glittering in sunlight. The essence of my life and the illusion of my youth, will float with breeze and cloud, water and prairie, and get settled in a faraway place, and stay there alone.
sentiment is this stream, winding is looking for and call the footprint; years flowing, surging cantabile feelings and youthful smile. Some lamented several times the initial step of a landscape, Yi Tan a story, sentiment in the cloud flying everywhere is of the rainbow … …
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like a fairy,
Anhui melting ice and snow of the season began to fall off the sleeping dream, I often narcissistic in a beautiful dream, persistent waiting, but you do not know.
vigorously in my dreamland.
I yearn to meet you all my life. I stand outside the crystal screen, intoxicated by the lotus aroma. Breezes are sending words to me. I am saddened to tears. The love between you and me are fixed deep in my eyes, a love that we embrace all our life.
alone in a dream long before the line, set through several seasons, but still can not eliminate the uneasy restlessness. Some people say that life is a dream, that dream was revel hygiene is a misty ripples in the world? Or the smiling passed away dust flying?
Like clusters of flowers
even days and high so what, stand from the toes even close to the sun! Zen cloud water
Who else on earth has tears that are more touching? Of everything under the Sun who else has a poem like a painting? I am a portion of rainbow dancing in the sky laying 10,000 miles wide, intoxicating souls . I am dancing with wind, and eventually descending into the lake of your heart. Then amidst clouds and water, I hear water clattering, like an awesome music.
Like this little crooked brook, my feelings curve along, making footprints on the ground where I stand calling and searching for you. Time drifts away, so does the singing heart of love and my smiling face of youth. I walk ahead, and see a different scenery for each step I take; I sigh along and for every sigh I compose a new story. Rainbow transformed from clouds is everywhere in my feelings.
Wind stays tranquil with me; stars stays tranquil with the Moon; the Zen stays tranquil with my thought. I stay tranquil, turning into a motionless cloud in the sky. I am graceful and elegant when I am awake and when I am in dreams. You gaze at me affecionately and you cannot help pulling yourself towards me. Every touch of your heart is because of my silent call. The sea of my heart is in peace. That is the voice of my true heart, broader, more thrilling and more powerful than the sound you hear.
for another spring
wind calm with me, sing with the quiet months, months with the Zen calm, Zen random static. I am quiet, calm air, motionless clouds all day, wake up also musical, melodious dream, so you looked at my heart, and every heart, by my call, I call no sound, the heart In the quiet of the sea voyage, in fact, that is my real heart sounds, heart sounds of my voice more than the vast, more sensational, more powerful.
and Acacia tears with you into the dream. I draped a pink clouds, jumped into the depths of time flowing blue streams. The glittering water, clouds filled the sky, you water floats on the waves and clouds in between the stare of, staring. I am a thousand Qingyun tears into your dark blue waves, is the care of your sympathy and affection, hugging.
I move the wind, the wind moving with love, love blossoms move, move with me to the heart. I move every now moving into the cloud in the sky last forever sing the love song, sing you to listen to. I think, will the tears poured down Acacia, water reflected the moon and stars wavefront flash, I appeared in front of you.
the wind their companion
Only birds dance with her
I recall someone said,
Listen, gurgling is the clear spring. I play my zheng, enjoying the ancient melody flowing through my heart. I am whispering to myself. The strings are touching the softest part of my heart. I love writing, painting, singing. I am graceful and elegant, like a fairy. I am dancing to my heart. I am dipped in the breath -taking beauty of the famous ancient music – High Mountain and Flowing Water, and sadly I see no companions who understand me.
Heart of Zen Inspired through Cloud and Water
Please listen carefully to my confession at the deepest of my soul. I know there is doomed a day when the sky is blue for ten thousand miles away. I will fly to you to fulfill the appointment. I will embrace the bliss of heaven, and I will see banyan flowers blooming in both of our hearts. We will reunite and rejoice with each other, and our happiness will fly into sky.
Listening to this beautiful music, I am knocking at my soul as my fingers are hitting furiously at the keyboard. My heart may be made of water, flying high up in the sky free like a piece of cloud when I am happy. Only wind rejoices at my joyfulness. Sometimes, however, an ineffable
Then I am calling your name gently, so gently that I am like whispering. Do you see me? Do you hear me? I am the little bird in your blue water cradle. I am shedding happy tears. Every drop of my tear is a transparent story. I am a mischievous kid knocking at your heart . Every knock is to pat on your soul to remind you of our appointment, and every knock is a genuine, honest story.
I remember someone once said: “Ye clouds, blue sky Miles, blossoming flowers, suspected Dream true. had no trace of bone pro-free soft, light indistinct indistinct do not mess with dust. blue sky as the wind skirt as partners, quiet Zhiyuan, pity for the lonely people do. xianzong endless floating in the air, kite another dancers spring. “I ask you to listen carefully soul monologue. I know there will always be blue sky thousands of miles a day, to have your direction and you pay about. I understand that the God of heaven to the purpose, so full of Lime flowers you my heart, so that I, always embracing love, dependency! Between you and me happy to take to the skies!
your mountain neighbors, your students near the water, you Tage and the line, you are mountains it? You water it? You wind it? You lake it? You are my soul singing it?
Looking up at the cloud blowing past softly, I wonder if that is my heart escaping the mundane world which keeps drifting about in the air. Or perhaps I am but a piece of cloud floating by silently in the sky. I set my thought and life free. I don want anyone to be my steerman. I believe in the natural course of life-if he is truly the providential destiny for me, he is waiting for me somewhere ahead.
gloom away, of the old and of the present.
they are looking far away
endless missing, heart-torn waiting
Peaceful and ambitious
With tears rolling down my cheek, I am making a cosy dream calling softly and ceaselessly your name. I am wearing a dress made of rainbow, dipping myself into the blue brook of time. The glittering surface of the brook reflects clouds from the sky. You are lingering between the water and the cloud, gazing at me. In tears, I, a piece of cloud that has been in the sky for a thousand years, come descending into your deep blue wave. I am cradled in your gentle arms, resting in your hot embrace.
you are the wind, the wind into a rainbow of my Ella, who tears is more between heaven and earth moving, all in picturesque poem in whose hands … and I was thousands of miles out of a drunken sky dance soul Rainbow, born by day, the wind falling, eventually your heart will fall into the lake. When the cloud water, the Andante Cantabile with the rushing sound of water … …
The sky is their skirt
The pitiful girl
You live at the mountain; you stay by the water ; you walk as you sing. Are you the mountain? Are you the water? Are you the wind? Are you the lake? Are you the songs in my soul?
by Ellen Powell
listening, springs gurgling , Fuqin whisper, the sound of my heart strings coaching. Elegance Gough, Seduction is dance, mountain stream, Concert find. Met you I was born and asked for persevering, Mei Ho who cut crystal curtain, the green charge full incense. Breeze, such as language, with tears in their eyes v, I, love you and I freeze-frame picture of the depths of the eyes.
earth with a pair of the most gentle loving eyes, and looked forward to days of the career in the corner, I heard you singing in the midnight, I heard you calling in the early morning, “to sleep earlier, a good sleep, I Baby, you sleep well, I am sad … “This sentence tears invasion of Spring River, pillow, a clear water surplus, at first sight, hate late millennium years … …
As a result, I am calling your heart gently, gently whisper approximation. You see me? You hear my voice? I was reluctant to your bird birds blue cradle, crying in joy, and every tear is transparent to the story. I beat your chest with any play of wayward children, this is about and what the impact was similar to the beating heart, the story of each and are sincere.
the moonlit flower garden. I am happy to have met you. You see me through, clear like a cup of water. You gaze into my heart. I hate not to have met you a thousand years earlier.
You are wind. Wind blows my cloud-made skirts into rainbow.
this time listening to music, I use my fingers pounding heart. Perhaps my heart is made of water, happy as when the clouds like the freedom of flying, of which only the wind knows the joy. And sometimes the heart will have a strange feeling sad, life is full of sighs. No direction like a boat, always looking forward to the helmsman.
I am gazing at the edge of the universe with gentlest and deepest love. I hear you singing at midnight; I hear you calling in early morning, “go to bed early. Rest well, sweet heart. I will be torn if you don get good sleep … “These words touch me to tears, which flow into river, into
