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The French mathematician Descartes once said: "reading a good book, and many noble people talk." Reading, has enriched me, make me happy. The book is a beautiful boat I, whether in sunny or windy weather, I and it together, traveling in the ocean or sea. As if the invisible hand, pointing to the landscape and people who like a mirage; like a magic mouth, a bottom and wave and swing out of the water, kept telling you the philosophy of life, fantasy and a variety of realistic. So, I love to read a bookembroidery by beads.

When I was young, my mom and dad go to work, grandpa grandma is old to live in the country, when I see the small partners together to be in the best of spirits about the Milky way meet the story, I was far away. Finally one day, my mother bought a book "Andersen fairy tale" for me, I had knowledge of the word is not much, see the beautiful cover, I read hastily and without thinking to read. At first I just feel interesting, then read it again and again, gradually understand something. When I put my harvest tell mom, mom took the opportunity to teach me, books are food for the human spirit, you have to read more books now, future profitInformation Security.

Since then, I have a book that "faithfulness" friends. In my book, upset, naughty Ma Xiaotiao funny story made me laugh; in my pride, the book Einstein grandpa always taught me to win without pride, to lose with gracemetal iphone case......

I like to read a book, but I didn't think it gave me a surprise. A test, a problem is "know yourself as well as the enemy, know yourself" was asked which book? Because I read "grandson College", so it is easy to choose the answer "the art of war".

In a word, to read more books, read good books, will make you a lifetime is not, because of the wisdom of the book forever!

Joy and sorrow, laughter and tears, there is the text of paintings, ancient with today, I love reading, the book will be with me all my life!

A writer of emotion

Born in remote rural areas, in the life very difficult days, who will spend money to buy books, and to know several characters of the fathers, to feed a family of eight or nine, how much hard and sweat, only they wear thick calluses know. But, fortunately we have a later moved to the good neighbor, was a blacksmith. He attached great importance to the education of their children, so, his home in many books, is also very rich, from comic books to the famous Chinese and foreign, table, chest, the Kang is scattered books. In his home you want to read a book, how can look, lying in bed, looking for novels. To find a small bench to sit and watch, for comic books. Standing, read a book, look at the Tang song. Of course, this is my personal experience and ideas, may have a try.

Also that I have the opportunity to contact these books, in travel in the ocean of knowledge, know the world, know the universe wide, know all corners of the country, high mountains. Know the seven continents, four oceans, polar has not and snow and the extinction of the dinosaurs die young. Know the one hundred thousand why, why the doctrine of Confucius and Mencius, could not resist the Japanese foreign powers. Know the four great inventions of the four ancient civilizations, which is not in the long river of history there, you Changba his debut. A symbol of war in ancient China bow and spear, history is with countless bones and blood and tears ", now in the primitive civilization is blooming. Know the poetry of Tang and song, Tagore, Hugo, Pushkin, and the ancient Rome high walls.

How much heart, there are many big dreams, see more, know more, also know a pen to write the life of the passions, grief at separation and joy in union. Also know that use poetry to express the inner anguish and depression, tenacity and imagination. Got to know, what is a writer, starry starry night, the lamp with ink depicting the thirst for the future. Describe the parents simple honest personality, suffering and plough pressure without bending arms, drinking liquor is the whistling of the north wind, singing the rough and stubborn man in the north.

When the writing is a pen, a paper, a kerosene lamp, and often still lying in bed, although simple but in the confusion, that kind of happiness, the kind of longing, that melancholy, that kind of work, not only enriched my life, warm my heart was less. Grow up to live, I alone out of the familiar mountains, river, horses and stepped on the path, and flower covered hillside. Also had the very long time put down the pen, the day to live better and rush about everywhere, when I see the rusty pen I accidentally, quietly in the desk, writing paper has yellowed, quietly lying in the corner. A sour into the heart, the refrigerator color TV with the house, but no place to put a small desk.

Now people are living a good, not anxious eats is not anxious to drink, many people use the computer, will only use the keyboard, and pen does not know how to write text, even I climb over the years lattice, also make the inertia of the keyboard, I stayed with my pen, but also a house to let me recall the past. In addition to the signature, few people use it to write the story of love and hate, freely flowing style of writing prose and poetry.

I was in the city noise and the noise, to find "fun, the keyboard is still jumping with the beautiful memories, and memorable life, has played a Haoge now. In the work of the leisure, just ask the hard, there is no harvest. "Maybe is my this present life, never give up the pleasure, only crawl in the text of the world, I will live a richer and livelier.

People who love each other but not necessarily.

People who love each other but not necessarily! This is the God to mankind made the emotional catastropheTeny Wu!

God always make love at a certain distance from the lovesick or look into the distance to each other, and then each other showing love and hate weave all erotic feeling line, finally screwed together form the string, planted in people heart, let people's emotional life also become entangled in, not out, but not toSamsung Galaxy Note 3 Cases.

Occasionally, God will touch your heart strings, let you quietly with a lot of love heart to think about each other, each other. The sound of a caution, a greeting, interpretation of the hearts of thousands and thousands of words, but Speechless collateral; or the heart nest to say at home did not dare to say, right on cue the tears, hate not to meet first met. Right on cue sigh of life, life was never meant to be relentless sigh, the deep sadness let us be cynical follow Buddhism reading; heart already fragile can not tolerate other people at the moment a sad words, a sentimental words, otherwise can be heartbreaking splittingAsian college of knowledge management!

God gives people the seven emotions and six sensory pleasures, but not one one perfect, always with a moral shackles lock with each other, to make love the people live life cannot behome organizer online!

Even though, when we want to not to belong to own the other party, and be together morning and night side are to belong to his or her on the other side? But usually because of each otheradd hair's "Spiritual Secrets" let the people around to pay no heed, even without a care. But when a storm is approaching, we will invariably step forward bravely to face the wind and rain. Originally, the time machine is already flying quietly beside the person melt and polished into a part of your body is indispensable. Loved it, doesn't love either, although someone don't love, but can accompany you grow old together!

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The lips of the abyss

Late at night, sit in the case, the first snow of the season in the fantasy, the drifting profusely and disorderly in a casual day,, falling in the vast land, like a beautiful encounter, always inadvertently appear, that moment, just silent for thousands and thousands of words, not a mind that sense of emotional, only intentions, with the eyes, to feel everything.

A song, bitter Sauvignon Blanc, thin figure; a cup of wine, a broken man heart, into the dream. As the years of vicissitudes, the ups and downs of any time, my heart. The lasting pledge, I will deliver; the everlasting promise, I will remember.

In the thick of the ink, depicting a fool, carve very Huan worry. Who in the past who discovers from destruction, whose future floating on who half myth. Who, who always think constantly of, a road full of silently conveyed tenderness. Waiting to exhale, just know, you are already in my pillow, you have occupied my mind.

Love is deep, deep meaning, a charming moonlight, let mind wander, enjoy the happiness of time, open the warm memories, in mind, some lingering deep two personal meaning, profound thoughts to warm the hearts of two people.

Gazing at the office, write a poem for you, Bo you give a pleasant smile of a woman; ideal setting for a couple in love, for you during a painting, but you three thousand hair in trouble; walk hand in hand, as you recite a minor, the elimination of the life of loneliness and solitude; it blossom, pipe it Yunjuanyunshu, dreams, I take care of you, you smile like spring breeze, we make a sightseeing tour, Guse blowing Sheng, romantic, happy; the outside of the dream, is a living, to strive for the ideal, more gentle, more happiness, simply because there have mutual affinity., with mutual heart.

In the corner in time, cherish the memory of the millennium ago agreement, after thousands of years of our dream. From the vast universe, his words like a plum to open in the white dust there, in your heart, so, I will.

Is the depths of winter, standing in the season, the fragrance is a bouquet of flowers, with your one thousand one night. Because of you, my life is like a song, through southern Hebei; because of you, my life is more like a poem, the poem was a life of sorrow, a dream of happiness; because of you, I have my everything.

You know, just because the world bridge side the same life and death, only to the world of mortals in a pure love, I practice for thousands of years, the whole world is forgotten, can not forget you, let it six samsara, that the tunnel of time cannot erase my memories of you.

You know, time to take my life, have deepened my love for you, undivided attention, forever.

You know, your name, my lips, the abyss -- my heart.

You know, just because your heart has not changed, only because of your love has not changed, only because is, and your heart this winter, I was the snow flying in your world, wish you well!

Left traces of juvenile.

Do not know the direction of time, let the young time is fleetingblack bedroom furniture.

Do not understand time pursuit, let the young ideal fire burned out.

Do not understand the vicissitudes of time, those years use a pencil to write down the youth slowly fade the original traces.

The dream for many years, want to take the words written in pencil to me the ideal of life at a full. But I wonder if those ideals will be time to forget to write. I put those shallow mark copying, found that even capable of reproducing the grand ambitions, but can not go back to the past time. Look at their copying out type, the former has regained the crooked way, replace sb. is the neat rows of modern body. Open the youth writing type, lead ash erase those clean pages, now and then hand rub, palm and lead ash traces, is happy, think back to the past, but found it was that day care is not black not wash off. Good grief, memory can be copied, and the past can not come again. Put those books for ten minutes, sigh, finally general weakness weakness on the floor, let your thoughts across the ocean, then to the past that I have forgotten all should remember. Eyes looking at the walls of the quartz clock, pointer has been in a clockwise rotation, a second, two seconds, three secondsiPad cover.....

The season of youth, a pencil stand on tiptoe to see us, slowly approached my life. When the poor life, I deeply love the pencil, write with it, use it for painting, with its "bookkeeping" (a small partner of a few cents a debt)... Almost replaced almost life. Back then pinch of the day, a pencil and two or three cm long at that time, hand cannot hold are looking for to science, a segment of the mill off (with a knife carved in a circle, and then press the knife roll in the ring. Because bamboo is hollow, it is easy to burst, so very careful, force should be controlled very well), then put the pencil sleeve in the hole on the side. If some art feeling, but also in the bamboo engraved with some words, such as "Study hard, day day upwomen clothing hk.".

Shadow moving with the wind, go with time and age. I walk alone in the time tunnel, walk, look, come to an end only to find it was a clapboard. The board was put me in the way, back to my youth feel helpless, lost youth leave only the memory of the shadow, that may open the memory, although full of lead dust, but that has been past.

The old wall also left I had a pencil tip. Leaned forward, gently wipe the thick layer of soil, "the three words of the Chinese brand" is still so clear, the gold is shining golden light. Touched the pen tip, I think of mother's purse, that is filled with a hair, two hair, five hair bag, black bag that handmade. Remember that when a pencil is finished for mother to change. As long as it is said that reading to buy pencils money she wouldn't give, and because of that, I am timid, several times to cheat mother said to buy a pencil. The first two she believed in me, but I couldn't resist the temptation to snack mouth, no money, the natural mother to find the mother, later I found record, so early to buy a bunch of pencil, my mouth itch incredible.

In those years, those days are gone. When I was holding a pencil here, is a pencil with. Forget the memories, not pencil impression, can not forget the juvenile type.


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