Summer snow

Summer snow [personal essays] Date :2007 -10-3 11:22:18 by ? ? arrow keys to flip the summer holidays, the students are gone, the teachers also continued to go about. Past the noisy hustle and bustle of the school suddenly subsided. I will not do business, on holiday just hanging around the school, guarding the huge green campus,Abercrombie bruxelles Taste _80995, to be a Red idlers. 
 Not popular, the campus presents a barren. But the school's trees were precipitated in the sun,Abercrombie And Fitch, the warm growth, development of posture, expression of a prosperous, thriving deserted. 
 Campus mostly camphor, these towering trees, ranging from fifties and sixties, many as a hundred years, the world only in the mind, the tree is old, and leaves, but it is new, the flower is also new. 
 Twenty years ago, a skinny girl with thick books embrace every day through these clouds of shade, feel that life is like a shade. Thick and cold, suffocating. Study hard, just to escape. 
 Twenty years later, who knows I went back to the campus. Two decades of time, changing only the role of conversion - students to teachers. More break, talks about approaching it. Somewhere, as if my life just as it comes, and to act as its witness in the earth. Tell their 
 addition, I have no choice. 
 These trees, leaves throughout the year,Ugg Boots, also evergreen throughout the year. Coexistence of old and new, often green in the branches show the new position,Abercrombie Fitch, the old leaves floating in the air under the trees on the wind. Rise is intoxicating bright dark green, is rolled down the yellow. Inspired by leaves, broken issued crunchy sound. Yellow leaves green garden trees set off the floor, people like me so sentimental, and did not feel bleak. A more than feeling sad deeper unknown fiercely gripped my heart. That is life, the ideology of life reflect the different faces of cross-shock me,Abercrombie bruxelles Qingyin shallow singing _766! Cold with health and beauty, decay and new coexist. 
 Trees, old trees in front of my house, unknown, leaf fertilizer round. Dense tree branches hanging berries, green fruit, red fruit, green and red and white, very beautiful. Because they can not eat, no picking, these lonely summer fruit mature. The wind passing, ripe red berries flush flutter down flutter red, fruit filled the entire campus. This atmosphere with the smell of rotten I can not describe, I just feel indulge in little sore. Just the kind of elegance thousands of miles of lonely sparse bosom friend, to a brilliant expression of calm, not you and I can imagine. 
 I often see in the afternoon quietly crossed the green aromatic berries, went straight to the earth. But just 15 days, if it all off the light. Trance, as if it never came, and as if it only came for me. Read, and my heart is always sore. In addition to pain, or pain. 
 Meal sitting under a tree, grass green, too aggressive, lie down and go, is still very soft. Things outside of and within nature, often different, and how many people learn to be different? Lying under a tree, sometimes just looking through the book, sometimes days, to see and listen to birds, do not pay attention to sleep, like a leisurely day Song. 
 Childhood desperately to escape the kind of intractable silence and the cold, after over thirty people, but that is commendable. Busy all these years, few have enjoyed the tranquility and pure nature of this lush a. 
 Breeze to bamboo, thin cloud cover Xia, watching the sun flashing in stemming the flow between the leaves, moving shadow on the clothing. Dang mind sees clear at this time, numerous consider temporarily forgotten. This refreshing feeling as the depths of winter snow event, brushed the dust from the soul, calm and precipitation, restore the spirit of holiness. Snow, reveals a life of sober, cold and clear, pure and lonely. From one level is, like Jesus on the Cross that the eyes of compassion pity. Know and understand, is a personal perception. Zhang Chengzhi 
 holding a Peaceful settlement of all natural, has a deep peace. This peace, it is the human spirit cleaners. 
 Who would like to wash? The world are busy, the pursuit of the perfect life. It is the ideal of the perfect fame and fortune. Who is willing to stop it? 
 Who would like to wash? Who also like Yao and Shun in ancient times that of the ancients by the name of Xu, Yao asked him for a long while Kyushu, by the promise that insult, Benzhi River, cleaning dirty ears to listen? 
 Who would like to wash? Even if the heart is difficult to put into action it intends to survive in this society, too many conditions of life, physical structure of the fine structure of the spirit of luxury is far from perfect than the much more important, who wants the poor and clean? 
 Zhang Chengzhi said: your heart. Summer Snow in August, is a life-long ambush baptism! 
 Go! To this path, I am waiting for you. 
 Standing in the depths of the years, my Snow and Mr. Zhang Chengzhi August Xihaigu the twelfth lunar month of snow unexpectedly. They have chosen to stand in a cry, a cold dignity, a bloody lonely. 
 Quiet has become outdated, the soul has become dark. Half-life taste of warm half cold, float sour fame and fortune. 
 Tree, choose to remain silent; the faint sound of snow and fate! 
 People hear?