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It is a picture that soul is quiet

Published by amy the Thursday 13 August 2009 at 02:38 PM . 0 comments. Permalink.
The cup had better be glass, the texture is the best; Temperature of hot water take culmination too, had better reach boiling point, tea, natural need better, that kind of one for one like small bean.

If all these have been got ready, move out of the rattan chair in one winter of Tibet then, wipe the floating dust above with the fresh water. The wind blows outside, please open the door on the balcony, let the wind come in, the rattan chair has been done.

Now, pour the hot water into the teacup, then sit down on the rattan chair, must not think of anything, you sit down like this, force oneself to sit down. Closing eyes first, you have smelt the fragrance of the tea.

You should smell the fragrance of the tea, that kind is fragrant, is a kind of comprehensive expression of taste.

You imagine Feng Zikai's caricature: One chair, one people, one tea, whole picture to keep white all. Let us enter except a chair, a person, a tea in Feng Zikai's simple pen caricature too, all keep white in the brains.

Like reaching such a realm very much.

Has already seldom taken care of one's own soul now, our soul is uninteresting, dull. We know "  Quiet" Importance,but always "quiet" Do not come down.

But during this season, I find " quietly " Need the form too, the idea of a kind of firmness is gone to promote. Do according to my method, rattan chair, green tea and imagination.

If you let soul be quiet, that must be a kind of wonderful experience. If draw down, that is a picture beautiful.

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Have forgotten the love silently

Published by amy the Friday 17 July 2009 at 10:45 AM . Permalink.
   The sunshine in these days is pitch-dark, all of a sudden feel cold and so cold well, and only one picture that you are smiling at in my brain, very inconceivable missing you, think of those words you say to me, has understood what flavour tears are.  
    Find one's own IQ becomes very low, it seems that everything can not be failed, perhaps this itself is a boring game between you and me, my one tonight wanders up and down in the street, is thinking how to present my love to you dimly, the ice-cold and cold wind, like your face, miss you, my heart begins to be cold, present room have cannot help but besides me, why should you but out when being lively, my heart had not swept for a long time, has often said to oneself, live a better life, what I do not need and is instigated by the memory between you and me again is at a loss.  
    Inside country of me, I angel, but I can't hover side to reach you, can only go around between helplessness around me and darkness, it is changed that this world all the things are constant, the emotion between us will not make an exception either, it is dark to get used to as me, but I fear the sunshine, because I am afraid my broken heart is melted, meet again, part, distance of us will must see I know the world except you far, nobody can select me, at this time I do not know that want to thank Heaven, blame Heaven.  
    There are far too many transient guests in my life, there is far too much farewell too, though my mood is very much the same each time, in fact I fear, because fear without meeting of another time, I begin to feel I am a little wilful, too wilful to need any reason, in my restrained life, there is really too few encouragement that you gave to me, though I see you now, I always silent searching you of turbulent crowd, even if is only a figure that I am familiar with, if as I find you, call you, when your head does not go back either, I was sure to catch up with and embrace you tightly, will not let you leave either all one's life, because I fear the farewell of another time.  
    Why will my life have the not giving up of so many, why is always unable to put down you, perhaps a lot of people do not understand what love is, if you ask what I am, I do not think I can answer out either, just this kind of experience is very deep for me now, but this kind of feeling is painful now. It is of no use that I really hate myself, have picked up, but can not put down. And it is withered that a flower will be in bloom, in fact what I thought of most is silent forgetting the love, because there are a lot of things in human world can make me happy. . 

Smile, simple wait

Published by amy the Thursday 9 April 2009 at 03:57 PM . 0 comments. Permalink.
In late spring, is always taking the meditation in summer, silent leaving

It is green to look at pink willow, the end of the branch of the fallen or falling flowers condenses

The sunshine is dazzling, difficult to open eyes, bow and walk, avoid

The familiar road, the same scenery, is recuring every day

Do not go to think, did not go to hear, did not go to look, thought it will be better like this

It is sad not to have, there are not tears that flow, not grieved

Let busy to pack oneself, let characters comfort oneself, make eyes to be tired

You say, so long as admire it and look, would not shed tears

Assorted? The salty and salty and astringent and astringent liquid backfalls, is really hard

 

Stand in where it is, silly and silly, dull,

Have iced the ice of milk tea, but remain untouched, hold it on hand

Do not like drinking most?

Assorted? Milk tea is no longer fragrant and sweet, so astringent

Know obviously you will not appear in the street again

Assorted? Still hold illusion, unwilling to leave away

I wonder when the dream can wake up

Really hope to sink in the dream forever

 

Tell oneself, can't be sleeping,

Woke up at time,

The dream, just dream of too more beautifully

Smile, the best mask

Give a commitment of oneself, simple wait


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Keep the moon

Published by amy the Thursday 8 January 2009 at 01:15 PM in my life. 0 comments. Permalink.
  The bright moon is high to hang the sky, the moonlight is pleasant, cool and elegant, the door leaf of tenderness is moved. Can't help feeling: " But ask for help in the full human world of social trends, all things are perfect as blooming and full moon that seek only. The moon is bright in the heart, affection is long.  "

 The moon clean to moisten soul of people only in a light one, miss, ooze into the strong emotion. Miss curved too when the moon is curved, miss round too when the moon is round. The moonlight is soft, shining stars. The heart becoming restless is suffused with arousing disturbances again.

  An evergreen moon tree not waning grows in my mind, pursue in order to defend that bright moon in the abyss of the mind earnestly. Only the moon was not lost at the night to hide lethargy. It is light but bright, persistent and remote. Only sigh: "Who meet the moon for the first time river bank? What is Jiang Yue to shine people at the beginning in the year? Take the place of and take the place of infinitely, only similar every year in the river moon " . And that bright moon in the heart is still fresh and cool and clean and smooth. The feeling wave is long, agitate in the sea of heart.

  Bright moon send lovesickness, fill a wine cup for sb., ask blue sky whether what people's moon it will be today? Still bright for me.

  ---Monthly tenderness door leaf to observe those ship of bright bright moon Hou only. But tunnel of deep love, the bright my star forever.

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More splendid than the oriental cherry

Published by amy the Tuesday 6 January 2009 at 08:48 AM in my life. 1 comments. Permalink.
    The favorite flower is the oriental cherry in spring. Often open swiftly and violently overnight. Arise suddenly, irresistible. Then fall in the wind. Any does not yearn. Japanese call that flowers and blow the snow. Go, see oriental cherry at yesterday, it's a pity early cherry set almost, the late cherry has not been totally turned on yet, but several bunches of half-closed so half-open already beautiful ones are surprising, do not know when to begin, loving the oriental cherry gradually, that cluster of one together is round and round and white and red as fire, and the wind blow flower fall feeling of rain, see powder pale petal is wave among the wind constantly, suddenly realized, this was a flower most heartily. Because it died early. Like the love of some one night. Have no chance to become bad. So leave the recalling of all one's life. Perhaps sad and dreary. But beautiful.
   
    It is six years to come to Beijing, basically will go to visit the oriental cherry garden every year, most time is oneself, go, have different feeling each time, when being young, think people than splendid more yet than the oriental cherry, but now, suddenly thought oneself much older for a while, could compare favourably with leaving the flower, the mental state when being not so joyous and beautiful as ones that admire the beauty of flowers that year, but there is a kind of sediment, just like the oriental cherry, it is bright and beautiful that it has flowers when in bloom, but people are amazed by the gaudy splendour when it falls even more. See oriental cherry each time, the mood is different naturally, but win particularly this year, the flower is similar every month every year, people are different every year all the time.

    It is with a little younger sister to see the oriental cherry at yesterday, there is her man colleague, oneself whether the first time watch oriental cherry with boy, I like call " man " For the man, always think that is a derogatory term, the boy, boys, feel comfortable that the man all sounds. Let alone a gentleman of at yesterday? See little younger sister think oneself getting old really, the youthful breath I that blow against one's face of her want, leave me, though urge the one that is risking one's life by oneself to stay, it slips away stealthily. Wind blow flower set rain, blow off the sorrow fully too. Day is that happy this has been already enough after all. So far as as Anne baby said, really hope in the clear weather, I am thinking I can climb to the high mountaintop, and then see purely blue sky and sea. Then see the person that I can love of distant place.

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