Waiting for spring, migratory birds

That year did not spring from the winter weather did not discuss the transfer to the serious heat of the summer. Moderate spring because fewer trials and hardships, the people around the noise disturbed mood has become mad. And I also like a spring waiting for fate of migratory birds do not know how ... ...

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the spread of presumptuous, when I finally agreed to recognize the loneliness has always been lingering shadow; always hear the familiar lyrics of a sentence; always in a familiar scene into your line of sight, it is so familiar in my mind sweet undercurrent in the years has been the beginning of the temperature of reach. -

Happiness is always so rushed and hurried footsteps, no time to finish, on a little vertical or loss; no time to chew on Fengguowuhen. Whenever I see old people on the streets that tie the finger of happiness, peace, and quiet around me pass, distributed from the heart to face the kind of happiness and sweet, tingling of not only my eye, there is a almost be called jealousy began to be spread to the whole body of each mentally peripheral. Once I had this fantasy scenario, your hand, old age together. Unfortunately, it can only be fixed in my dreams ... ...; blood pressure under the impact of counter-current to the chest, then the experience was so true to how the taste of heartache. Not willing to brush up my back suddenly and then just warm scene, subconsciously remember you my fingers are linked together, can be warm and sweet memories have evaporated in tears as the letter and the indulgence of the finish. -

Standing on the other side of the door of happiness I even put themselves in the lively atmosphere of seemingly happy, strong inner sense of loneliness myself are more intense, watching the happiness of others, and be happy, kind, with, listening to their sad songs silence in memory of the pain in his. I clearly was heterogeneous in the atmosphere, the kind of loneliness from the soul of someone else carved Ru Gusui can not understand the. -

San Mao had the same thought as to the wandering, but I do not like San Mao detached and free and easy. Even San Mao is not as happy as we thought, a "Red Dust" can be seen, "to easily come to hard to go, decades of this world tour; points are points, difficult to gather together, love and hate through the ages worry, "suffered the pain of lonely wandering the San Mao, a real life experience of the inevitable loneliness, helplessness, vicissitudes of life. Mind, such as leaves blowing in the Men's; in the solitary one-stop travel stop in the beginning to the end and slowly dim view of the ordinary people give up no less than the situation, which underestimate their lives. San Mao chose to die because of fatigue life force, is the heart care nothing, nowhere to be You, no matter where we go but their hearts are still in the street, as sheets over the bow, to a certain limit, can only be broken string . Only through experience of homeless people can understand the heart of San Mao's kind of lonely, kind of helpless, that the vicissitudes of life. The kind of life to bear the cost of free how bitter unknown. -

The night in such sleep at night, inexplicably sad mood in memory of the castle, surging back and forth. Past bit by bit, tonight I'm emaciated, in such a helpless, lonely night, the heart will always strange and painful. Yesterday's story is over, love is dead. Cycle of the seasons is not so in love again yesterday, walking in the familiar streets, once familiar faces and scenes, the undercurrent of time, in tears, the Peng Zhang, diffusion in the diffusion and eventually to disappear, and all was quiet, leaving behind only the bone marrow is only a trace of deep heartache and a touch of pathetic ... ... this moment I understand that if there is no habitat for the heart, no matter how the flight is still the same in the street and San Mao. -

I look forward to leading a happy mirage. But remember too much pain, broken wings fly me happy, I lost the courage and confidence to find happiness, the pain I have lost immunity. Perhaps happiness was originally isolated in my life are doomed to become a legendary journey! Years can not cycle, we do not have the next life, students can not play you will, the drive is dead can not go. So this season I can only wait for the spring is a migratory bird, keep looking at the distant happiness! ! !