even if busy or boring.

v1se0547 · Wysłany: Pon 2:44, 14 Mar 2011 Temat postu: even if busy or boring.

Perhaps we no longer have time to read books in that live a However, all this is worth it, our hearts full of dreams has long been eager to fill. We understand that the road is tortuous,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the future is bright.

Flaubert once said: hard look at them, the total can not help but win a boo. When science students see us holding arts students read the novel with relish, but face disdain. Although we live in different ways, but in the end special way Tonggui, in our own single-track, and galloped all the way, toward the dream.
[They are science students]

That

also filled with the remnants of the hot summer, I have no doubt entered the clarification of the gate. Phoenix looked at the flowers everywhere, pleasure chest almost overflow.
lines outlined in the diagram I left their own unique color, and indulge in sway.
in our eyes, sad and happy things are simple, text flow fingertip record time in the story, everything is so poetic.
exercises like the dictionary thick as a piece of paper as thick as autumn leaves. Sunshine through their slightly childish face, mottled with their youth. Perhaps in the eyes of others, how boring it all is sad, they are intoxicated. Complex circuit like a maze, with only patient-mode cable outlet; biological experiments, looking at the mixing of chlorophyll slowly climbed into the filter paper with orange yellow pigment; silver ammonia solution, the integration of glucose, uh, turned into the side of the shiny mirror. The joy of science students is very simple, solve a problem,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], just like instant climbed Mount Everest the highest point.

driving rain wash away the boring summer, turned his head, looking through the window, such as pale green sky like ink, there is no moonlight. Teaching Building of bright lights, reminds me of the lighted bottom of my heart gradually emerged out of a fleeting Shaoguang Figure - light pens, youth is simple light and shadow mottled; thick pen painting, youth is the ink through the deep and shallow .
song to listen to a warm, sunsets in the open in a book, writing mood,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], collection of leaves into the folder into the books .
covered with drawing paper, clean white reflected eyeful. I waved a few strokes, and sketched out a simple outline. I'm drifting on credit to the June pot, back pack, set foot on another journey of life - high school ... ...
(c) the vision of the Middle School

turned his head, I looked out the window, about to face their most important difficulties of the Middle School students to the opposite Kageyuki floor. Crippled by the image in the minds, the way I imagined the third year - should be rich in poetry, even if busy or boring.
lump silent, leaving a write romance, simple lines,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], remain in the paper,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], simple and clear.
days of military training, is undoubtedly the most tough, those who repeat the training every day, monotonous and boring. In the fierce sun exposure, since we invariably curse God, eager to go home feeling more and more strong. Fortunately, we have a
or N individuals with a difficult problem to overcome, even fierce arguments, it is still happy.

liberal arts students may be rich and varied life. Sandwiched history books,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], my mind flashed continuously rolling in the tide of time to learn the essence of thousands of years; looking through the geography books, thoughts from the South Pole to the North Pole along the latitude and longitude lines, even if the coordinates of position occasionally get lost, but always to for happiness; holding a favorite book, surf the philosophy of the ocean, looking for platonic comfort; occasionally boring physics class distinct lines lying in the graffiti on the desk, or even imposing the same tone of calm accompanied by teacher the sound sleep.

(a) a simple high-enriched

[We are liberal arts students]
classmate just did one year, we will face the Division. When we arts students and science students draw their boundaries when Ming Chu River, their goal will be explored along with new life.

my high First, the rich and simple.

flow from me some days to render only a shallow four seasons.

(b) of the poetic High School

first into the 510, I remember the day the sun cast dappled shadows through the windows. We reveal a touch shy little smile, a silent understanding between us flow 16. We only live a year, but our hearts long ago by tightly together. We like the variety of colors, elegant purple, yellow are active, with lovely pink, a cool blue, but also warm red color palette as the wheel when the high-speed operation, we integrate , showing a pure white. Eyes closed now, a lot of images come to mind: We are roommates sang the screen, always engraved in my heart.

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The ordinary bat that flies around at night, who is a remarkable nimble4) creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is to shuffle5) about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation6) from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
A bumblebee7) if dropped into an open tumbler8) will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists9) in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.
In many ways, there are lots of people like the buzzard, the bat and the bumblebee. They are struggling about with all their problems and frustrations10), not realizing that the answer is right there above them.

y6zm6299 · Wysłany: Śro 9:24, 23 Mar 2011 Temat postu:

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　　用空泛的没有灵魂的文字，记述着没有灵魂的心情。喜欢难过的曲子，爱好伤痕累累的文字，如血凄美的夕阳，阴郁至极的天空，有一种逝世亡的滋味，令我的心境缓缓安静起来。就犹如我喜欢哭，喜欢哭泣时胸口中压制撕裂的苦楚，这让我感到，我仍实在的存活。喜欢一遍又一遍看那些落寞到灵魂的文字，而后单独流泪，直到麻痹。那是一些精巧却四分五裂的文字，有着无法抗拒的哀伤。我晓得，不论我上网去哪里，无论去做什么,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]，其实我不过是在等候；或是悼念。看着论坛里的文章一直地更新，时常会恍惚，感到自己似乎是孤魂野鬼，飘扬在不属于自己的世界。
　　你的分开是忽然的，突然到推翻了我所有的生涯。突然，我就再也找不到你。电话没有人接，信息不人回，QQ头像始终黑着......你走了，头也不回的走了，我只能是含泪期盼，可心中是那么地空寂。空得只剩那份深深的怀念赤裸裸的在呜咽，它显得那么的无奈无助,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]，显得那么的繁重，重得让人难以支持那份沉甸甸的心绪，重得让人难以呼吸。
　　我的心好痛！好痛！感觉已经从精力痛到了身体，真猜忌是心脏病的前期，因为那痛已经很详细了，是一种穿透心骨、挥之不去的痛......
　　一个曾经爱我的人，溘然离我很远，咫尺之隔，却是海角。曾经大张旗鼓，曾经千回百转，曾经沾沾自喜，曾经柔肠寸断。到了最后，最悲痛的分别居然是悄无声息。
　　坐在电脑前，微微触摸冰凉的键盘，敲打着一些混乱的文字，任纷杂的思路，在落寞的字里游离，苍白的过往，一字一句在电脑前纷飞......在这样一个寂寞的午后，寂寞的交缠着。我想，我始终都是孤单的，人前的欢声笑语，粉饰不了心坎的伤感和孤独。畏惧寂寞我只是更惧怕对你的回忆。这个充斥无数酸甜苦辣的世界里,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]，而我却被回忆跟寂寞无情鲸吞着。蔓延的回忆胡作非为，清冷的寂寞百无聊赖。空间里剩下了寂寞和回忆让我瑟抖、让我心冷，好像是内心起了冰霜。
　　如果说，婚外情是吗啡，网海里虚拟的情感就是一剂加量的吗啡，醉飘飘升仙的感觉很好。当缘散份尽的时候，它就是下载的木马深藏你受伤的心里难以除掉，而后落下的是补救不了的遗害。这虚构的苦楚比真实的还要好受，渐渐剥离须要时光，也要自己忍受，这个进程就是没有麻药的手术......
　　如果不是硬生生的剥离，怎会有撕心裂肺的痛苦悲伤？如果不是曾有的切切私语，怎会有彻夜难眠的煎熬；假如不是触碰着我的软肋，怎会有泪流天明的创痕；如果不是有一种莫名的悸动，怎会有无穷的思念与挂念；如果不是转瞬即逝，怎会有白雪公主变成灰姑娘的事实；如果，如果这只是一个小小的玩笑罢了，阴郁的灵魂会变得润朗起来。终于，说累了，否认本人累了。其实,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]，很早以前，心就觉得了疲乏不堪，然而由于自己始终无奈全然废弃那份深埋在心底的爱恋。
　　曾经认为的良知，在行将相逢陌路时，才豁然开朗：本来，曾经以为的山高水长，实在只不外是萍水相逢；曾经以为能够始终走下去，撒手了才清楚，所有只是两条平行线偶尔的相交，当一切都云消雾散，平行的仍旧平行，即便相隔不远，也已是人各天边。
　　可能我跟你之间，真的只能绽开出爱之花，却永远无法缔结出情之果。花开漂亮过，就算有飘零时的遗憾，至少也曾让我砰然心动于那霎时的惊艳，我可以拾起花瓣，夹在心灵深处的书页里，收藏起那段稍纵已逝的感情。终于，我将你放置在我身材最深的处所，据说，那个地方叫――心脏。兴许当前，偶然会翻出来看一下，让回想临时浸泡在淡淡酸楚之中。
　　有人说过，爱是一种伤害，也有人说过，损害也是一种爱。
　　伤害确切是一种爱，是一种极致的情绪超出。由爱发生时，最深入，最诚挚，最强烈，也是最专一。真正的爱人者,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]，其全体的爱给了别人，留给自己的，惟有伤害。而这种伤害,看不见,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],摸不着,它隐匿在心脏的最深处。疼痛时,它会跟着血液传遍全身,这就是――情伤。文章《情殇》来自文章屋,转载请注明网址和作者!如果你喜欢《情殇》,别忘却推举给您的友人哟!

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And so long as I can laugh never will I be poor. This, then, is one of nature's greatest gifts, and l will waste it no more. Only with laughter and happiness can l truly become a success. Only with laughter and happiness can I enjoy the fruits of my labor. Were it not so, far better would it be to fail, for happiness is the wine that sharpens the taste of the meal. To enjoy success I must have happiness, and laughter will be the maiden who serves me.