Familiar and strange friends, thank you!

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Yesterday, a friend, a familiar and unfamiliar to my shop dining (The reason that he was familiar with because he frequented, said he is unfamiliar because we know for a long time but I do not know his name), before leaving the occasion suddenly said to me, let me write about him, because tomorrow is his birthday, and that he deliberately gave himself a birthday present, I hope I will not refuse his request. He also told me that he knew something I wrote, which is where he likes to eat one of the reasons, but despite how I asked him not to tell me how I know my Big embarrassed, blushed, really, thanks in the evening, a light for the cover,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I was not too obvious embarrassment.
Indeed, in real life, in almost all who know me know that I rarely have to write something, in most people's eyes, I was a little more than the kitchen with no room of the house under the restrained nature ineloquent stupid woman, and always like to camouflage themselves very strong, and never will be easy to release their own vulnerability to man, nothing more. Although this line of service has been dry more than a decade, but still go its own way, not only do not smoke do not drink and will not eloquent, for no less ridiculed by the others ... ... So when this friend of a certain asked me to write something for him, I was embarrassed. Because I had not written anything, things have Rangrang secular followed, sinking soft heart inadvertently injured, was once plagued by troubled tortured emotional suffering, even in a very long time wanted to Why exactly is unreasonable alive, really want to own a corner the way, live extremely petty, and what one wants to give up ... ... for people who love literature, this is a very painful thing, in numerous quiet night, really feeling the emptiness of helpless feeling of constriction. In fact, in my subconscious, I also need to release in words themselves, let your heart fly free unfettered chic! But the confusion did not care in a variety of gradually lose yourself. After all, writing is the language of the soul, only the freedom of thought and freedom are the happiest of all free. Although I do not write particularly good work, but my words are more or less every one embodiment of the hard work I have as my children are my favorites,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], it reminds me,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], let me strive to be a indifferent to the woman, strong woman, away from the secular and mean ... ...
Fortunately, so far, my skin there is a spirit of unwillingness to admit defeat there, even if I did my best efforts to have climbed less than enviable height, but I can still cross the breadth of ah! Now, I have planted the dream in the literature on this fertile soil, let the dream of flying in here to enjoy,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! Despite the time flies, marshes, but also retain the hearts of the most beautiful and most really good dream ... ... suddenly, the emotion of the kind of obsession in literature and found, I also understand the life and life is a landscape, happiness is a mood,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], simply to remove the troubles of yesterday, it gone, and determine today's happiness from now on!
said the truth, thanks to his friend's repeated plea, it has awakened my slumbering heart. While we recognize the long, long time, but still does not know his name, only know that he is a very capable person, he has a beautiful wife and lovely son, usually met only token say hello, knowing smile and hurried over, not much had a chat with each other ... ... Anyway, I understand, in this big crowd each other, is margin. Here, let me sincerely for the friend said: Happy Birthday! You know, I do not regret it!
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v1se0547 · Wysłany: Pon 12:09, 07 Mar 2011 Temat postu:

no matter what role is portrayed, no matter what state of life, regardless of being placed in any place, no matter how much time after, but can not suppress to miss, miss once home,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], thinking of life's other half.

it shows me a heart,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], forced to accept the secular social life after all the hardship and confusion; it allowed me to see if things continue to change, most people forget their original intention when the , some people still do not care to pieces again and again is still almost crazy insistence of its dedication.

this blue stone, which, living in the mountains, breathe the fresh air, bathed in mottled sunlight, listening to sweet birds,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], in the silent invasion under the joy of love grow;
left after peeling off chunks of stone, after the remodeling has become a minor art, was content with the garden. Gardens are beautiful, with warm sunshine, the birds are cheerful, a bit like it's home,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], is not it home,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], only to miss its mountain home, it is just and the other half of it together. Once again, a huge miss to make it fall apart ... ...
lows, accidentally saw a few meters

abandoned on the beach a few years, fortunately, it was again the artist fancy, made of beach sculpture, stand high above the sea. It is ahead in the distance, still do not see it at home. Thoughts began to crowd in the heart, it missed the mountains in the home, it missed its other half. Once again, a strong yearning in its heart ripped it to pieces fall to the seabed and gravel crowd. When people lament the breakdown of it, no one knows it all it just does not matter. It just want it home, it is just that the other half ... ...
like should be glad, that was taken away from the mountains of half a stone. Artists of all ages because it does not sleep in the mountains, but by the Upon the image of art in the hall. However, no one thought it left the house, but no longer seems bright happy. Miss day to day accumulation in the heart of it. Finally, half a stone because it can not afford a huge miss disintegrated ... ...

not load because of missing it fissure exposed time and again and again and again broken & mdash ; - until a grain of sand.

day, the forest fire,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], forest fire which ruthlessly burned, the beautiful blue stone at a loss, had to paint the exposed face of the black out. (It is not as innocent teenagers grew up, he suddenly found himself in the mundane has been drying, had clumsily wrapped up all the innocence.)

it just sticks to miss -
It makes me think of -? A lot
disaster strikes, and a large Baozha Yao, the big rock hard, ripped, was split in two.

never thought of it, perhaps - it has already gone home, perhaps it's the other half did not recognize it ... ...
flew up into the sky, it is no longer the stone is still full of great thoughts, to gallop toward the direction of home.
long after it was shipped to distant, embedded in the wall to become a member of barriers, the dark, missing or can not resist, day expansion. This has become a small but still stubborn stone, and finally, to the broken miss it again ... ...

went so far as sinking a big blue stone, almost touched by the dedication crazy.

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This spring, I started a wildflower garden in our yard. I can look out of the kitchen window while doing the dishes and see the flowers. I've often thought that those lovely blue flowers from the ditch would look great in that bed alongside other wildflowers.

t8bxu993 · Wysłany: Pon 5:53, 28 Mar 2011 Temat postu:

I remember once, someone asked me what luck? If the former, I would have checked dictionary, solemnly told him: hit good luck. But now I will not, I will take some philosophy to tell him: is achieved through the efforts of the joy,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the joy of success. Might ask me what changed my view. So I tell you, chatting with students the warmth and happiness!

except that the time was in fifth grade. Cadres to be selected through the democratic vote. I was very natural to think that they will become a squadron leader, my good grades, the teacher also liked me. But the ending made me shocked, I was only 5 votes, 5 votes! Class of 48 individuals, only 5 people voted for my ticket. My heart suddenly cool down. Class, the teacher called me into office, and the students asked me if I was not ... ... at the end of a good relationship,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], said: ! I have always been proud of the teacher so that the poor do me? Back in the classroom, actually empty. Only I lay quietly on the table a letter that says Indeed, I and few friends in the class. I like the quiet, and less likely to communication. So the students gradually alienated me, only Xiaoying the. Out stationery,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], pink, the word few scattered shops scattered in the above, I like it, people feel warm. The letter reads:

little cool, really sorry we did not cast your vote, in fact, you should be optimistic and cheerful little, there will be more people to accept you! Enjoy youth, I do not want now to see a little old lady Oh cool! Smile

(Following the signature of many, and I counted about 40)

I laughed, and cried again. I began to try his new perspective, I began to try to talk more and students, I began to try to open my heart ... ...

now I have become optimistic, cheerful the. When I was surrounded by a group of students. We laugh together,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], cry together,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I said silently in my heart: ! !

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"Oh! For god's sake, let me go!" cried Oliver,"Let me run away and die in the fields. I will never come near London; never, never! Oh! Pray8) have mercy on me9), and do not make me steal. For the love of all the bright angels that rest in heaven, have mercy upon me!" The man to whom this appeal10) was made, swore a dreadful oath, and had cocked11) the pistol, when Toby, striking it from his grasp, placed his hand upon the boy's mouth, and dragged him to the house.
.... 　"Take this lantern," said Sikes, looking into the room, "You see the stairs afore12) you?" Oliver, more dead than alive13), gasped out, "Yes." Sikes, pointing to the street-door with the pistol-barrel, briefly advised him to take notice that he was within shot all the way14); and that if he faltered15), he would fall dead that instant. "It's done in a minute," said Sikes, in the same low whisper, "Directly I leave go of you. Do your work. Hark16)!" "What's that?" whispered the other man. They listened intently. "Nothing," said Sikes, releasing his hold of Oliver, "Now!"