I embrace the ideal of sleep every day, embrace the ideal wake. Every day I accompanied the moon into the ideal ocean, vast and boundless. I accompanied the rising of the sun, for their ideals. It was once the ideal, while now I have become an ideal slim, with no life come a long way then, I have several times to give up their ideals, has to stay by each section of the road with me through it, Each section of the road have left many traces, but traces of the next intersection which will be stopped short. The next intersection has a new start, every intersection that had a chance to bid farewell they would rush off the back, each intersection will Qiaoran the emergence of new tracks, after a journey in rain and the wind, to the next crossing right again faint of passing. A friend asked me what the ideal, I do not know how to say, just whisper say that no, actually I do not know what his vision is only one CD of Zhuiqiu a CD to give up, do not know how many times to give up, has considered a number of good, sometimes for a moment of anger felt unrealistic to give up the ideal as a journey, do not care about the destination of the road, the road only care about the scenery, maybe I'm not lonely journey, but do not own the way forward.
There will be a distant ideal, will be promising targets and ideals of courage. Ideals of the human eye is bright, because they carried with optimism, full of hope. Even more of the difficulties and dangers encountered, and then the great difficulty, because the ideal will be struggling to climb, to create the ideal in mind. Not the ideal person, the eyes are dry. Confused people can only become a puppet of others, can only be commonplace, a CD of escapism, do not know how to deal with.
The sun always rises in a ideal place for a month there are always the ideal place in a dim.
Ideal dangerous, difficulties encountered in large, thinking for their ideals, will not choose to give up. Even under the shadow of a cloud of sand, also think of heaven waking sunny. Even in a closed corner will let soul soar in the vast savannah.
Because of the poor, and so will not be stumbling blocks in front of the trip will seize their ideals, to find its own way.
Guess what? I now understand, is the ideal way forward for their own future and create new hope, a new miracle.
I will not go on in this confused and now I'm looking for would be my ideal way to find their own new, for the ideals!seo|
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2010年9月17日星期五
Tears shining in the struggle
Hongxia touch of the horizon, melting my heart has long been dispelled.
The distant mountains, is still singing a lonely song alone.
Steps towards the footsteps of sleeping a thousand days, set foot on the remains of the Castle Peak road. Miss that spring breeze swaying the dream, carries I never give up hope.
I never doubted his courage, as I never doubted the existence of the world as an ideal common ground.
Climb and hope, to see the sunset wind flying posture, but forgot to have promised to go to Symphony of small bridges look like.
Imaginary river life passing before my eyes the glory, I can not taken the step forward that.
Standing on the edge of the river, scatter in the wind a long time I deposited the courage.
Not I did not pursue, but the belief in pursuit and repeatedly lost the power struggle.
Dazed eyes, described could not bridge spans the river above the pattern.
It turned out that the ringing in my years in the forgotten hope.
Tears dripping from my inability to Bo's heart, and blurred sight met just as a ray of mist curling smoke fly.
Outstretched arms, just know that I can run through the air effort, rather than relying on glue the wings for the wings fly.
God will keep blessing to the embrace of a dream full of faith towards those who wish to run, and I, are also covered, but I forgot there is another Mingguang.
Mist on the other side, hidden transparent hope.
The river is also moving in I smile, it is for me a direction.
I heard the flowers of victory, in addition to flying, I can swim.
Tears from my heart beat Xiong Xiong shed, in the struggle shines brilliantly.
But I do not want to go back, not I did not find our courage, but I am excited to move forward in the struggle for power.
Has been tempered in the wind and rain off the wings will be re-radiate fighting life colorful.
Swim across the river off a pace, I really see the long lost hope. Bridge
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The distant mountains, is still singing a lonely song alone.
Steps towards the footsteps of sleeping a thousand days, set foot on the remains of the Castle Peak road. Miss that spring breeze swaying the dream, carries I never give up hope.
I never doubted his courage, as I never doubted the existence of the world as an ideal common ground.
Climb and hope, to see the sunset wind flying posture, but forgot to have promised to go to Symphony of small bridges look like.
Imaginary river life passing before my eyes the glory, I can not taken the step forward that.
Standing on the edge of the river, scatter in the wind a long time I deposited the courage.
Not I did not pursue, but the belief in pursuit and repeatedly lost the power struggle.
Dazed eyes, described could not bridge spans the river above the pattern.
It turned out that the ringing in my years in the forgotten hope.
Tears dripping from my inability to Bo's heart, and blurred sight met just as a ray of mist curling smoke fly.
Outstretched arms, just know that I can run through the air effort, rather than relying on glue the wings for the wings fly.
God will keep blessing to the embrace of a dream full of faith towards those who wish to run, and I, are also covered, but I forgot there is another Mingguang.
Mist on the other side, hidden transparent hope.
The river is also moving in I smile, it is for me a direction.
I heard the flowers of victory, in addition to flying, I can swim.
Tears from my heart beat Xiong Xiong shed, in the struggle shines brilliantly.
But I do not want to go back, not I did not find our courage, but I am excited to move forward in the struggle for power.
Has been tempered in the wind and rain off the wings will be re-radiate fighting life colorful.
Swim across the river off a pace, I really see the long lost hope. Bridge
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autumn
Through blurred windows, as well as who, like me, here and now to hear rainy night crying?
Or the day after numerous dry, and finally Pan Lai's this autumn, people feel a kind of maxed-free and easy. This season, in the depths of a night, not also a kind of lonely?
Some distant past, some long lost faces, gratuitous thought in my mind. The breakdown of the lost time is never messy diverse sentimental, floating in the Red a favor forlorn, what can not predict the future. Or quiet, or confusion or agitation indicators show will not disturb this dull life, heartache and sorrow and grief, filled the once silent and now.
What you also get wet autumn, why your eyes also grazed the traces of tears? I understand that this day will never turn has been set into the memory cells, I also understand that this life can not go back to the days when those with the original. Even if you and I are not strangers, they just have no information, why can not help you again and again will be gently reminded of? Perhaps those who seem no longer had an unusual day, because no, because no future, so up until now memorable bits and pieces that are so impressive on so unforgettable.
Do not want to think, because of fear of mind. Thought of the pain will be more deeply immersed in them can not face the realities. So some of his hiding in the cool earth of a rainy night, all of the desires. Have lost all joy and now has the sad, froze in the air, looks around, lonely endless, only tears mixed with the sound of autumn.
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Or the day after numerous dry, and finally Pan Lai's this autumn, people feel a kind of maxed-free and easy. This season, in the depths of a night, not also a kind of lonely?
Some distant past, some long lost faces, gratuitous thought in my mind. The breakdown of the lost time is never messy diverse sentimental, floating in the Red a favor forlorn, what can not predict the future. Or quiet, or confusion or agitation indicators show will not disturb this dull life, heartache and sorrow and grief, filled the once silent and now.
What you also get wet autumn, why your eyes also grazed the traces of tears? I understand that this day will never turn has been set into the memory cells, I also understand that this life can not go back to the days when those with the original. Even if you and I are not strangers, they just have no information, why can not help you again and again will be gently reminded of? Perhaps those who seem no longer had an unusual day, because no, because no future, so up until now memorable bits and pieces that are so impressive on so unforgettable.
Do not want to think, because of fear of mind. Thought of the pain will be more deeply immersed in them can not face the realities. So some of his hiding in the cool earth of a rainy night, all of the desires. Have lost all joy and now has the sad, froze in the air, looks around, lonely endless, only tears mixed with the sound of autumn.
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