Red's Dream tempting

 Red's Dream tempting
(a)
warm winter, the heart is cold.
Can always hear the faint footsteps coming from the cold; Huangji always hear the call, from the deep clouds at the ring.
free to reddish confused. rush from the tense with many people around, and I, who have become so.
heart filled with frustration, and countless tears of sadness, I do not know who to tell forbear with? a cold, cold heart, pain in the setting sun.
each person's heart has a soft corner, a detour to the vicissitudes of memory, a detour to the bitter can not talk, can not close, nor spy. At this point, more needs to understand the fragile heart and comfort.
had warm memories of the Red has become not touch the hurt and pain.
day waiting for a mo, the term I opened the window to the soul, vision to become reality.
have a dream, in the distance, confusing the temptation of the soul. earthly vanity, the soul in me, always like fog, and sometimes far, sometimes close .2008-12-15
( b)
bridge over there filled with temptations, but also full of thorns.
a very narrow bridge, the river rushing under the bridge, very few people successfully cross the bridge, lucky enough to become the winner of the other side .
some people, is surrounded by Bay bridge, not the slightest joy, settle. another chance to visit but no trace of surprise, on the contrary, some people still shouted back.
bridge side of the people scattered bleak, sad sad sad. But the bridge, such as myth, and only that moment to open the channel. want to be separated into a river far. a bridge a long time to lie in the heart, the pain became insurmountable. burdened with the heavy, burdened with difficult, the road gets narrower.
all the time full of hope, however, from time to time to combat the cruel reality has long been the vicissitudes of the heart. really no way out for you? convinced car to Piedmont Road, can be when to reach the mountain.
yesterday, proud worth mentioning, frustrated worth mentioning, will become the years of history. trying to change, trying to restore, the unknown time, the outcome can be given without regrets?
cold quietly out of the window to sneak into my text, there is a smile, a sigh, and my prayer is his best dream, no matter whether laugh, cry worth mentioning, anyway, as long as the dream is spent in Hong in the floating .2008-12-16
hold a cup of tea, curl atmosphere filled moments, such as Wuban enveloped me.
phone unusual quiet, such as the open Xueye. wait waiting for a surprise, because I have future to the sudden news.
state of mind, in searching, searching can be tempting dream habitat, agreed to share their own stranded, looking forward to a fragrant color flowers blooming .2008-12-17
(d)
winter sun.
last night I suddenly remembered a dream last night. tears waves, wet soul.
a person's memory can be retained long? seared in the hearts of the traces of time required to forget?
I know I am a puppet of the time, there is no ability to control and beyond. Therefore, there is always eager to go beyond the dream can not lean on a railing.
a long way to go , to face a lot of trivia, however, I lost myself. without the body shell to withstand the disappointments, the weakness of my doomed.
snow last night as the night the flowers, the soft beating heart, Ren Ren ache.
watching the text crawl fingertips the line, word by word, my keyboard River of tears dripping.
simply listen to old songs and listen to the familiar melody, lyrics and read of the familiar, a little bit of tears in the eyes of ablation.
tone stack ups and downs, the number of helpless things, misty air diffuse clouds.
I do not know that state of mind will be with me how far I only know that, so helpless to tell, perhaps in exchange for is ridiculed. was the dream pictures, such as wind, still blowing.
regret it still continue? 2008-12-17
(e)
fretting, why, stop the floating cloud However, see, touch them, fluttering long, restless.
little me, the Red passing, drop in the ocean, too many unknowns for me to decipher, to comprehend, to explore, repeatedly hitting the wall, disheartened Italy cold.
heart if dust, and time flow through your fingertips, lightly bound to his own. and I, looked around, wistfully, from time to time in the light lift up a corner of the dream.
sometimes reluctant to wake a dream, the dream Crossroad in the list of the other side of the landscape.
really want to reach the shore as soon as possible, round the hearts of long-cherished wish.
empty if my heart is always destined to haze, I'd rather watch the lonely, more ups and downs of your own.
other side of the landscape, distance, there is always a bit wistful, because can not touch, we feel that the mysterious and precious. Without the distance, is the plain truth.
thinking, thinking, distant scenery vague, such as the Wonderland walk, showing a tie poetry, fascinated by. just melancholy into a look! 2008-12-17
(VI)
desire of suffering, careless mistakes and usher in unusual public purpose.
suddenly tears, fail to live out, twisting, quietly wiping away the cold liquid, not to others speech.
moment of pain, despair, incompetence Chuaizhuo derivative to guilty, no language.
follow the father's way of life, not my wish to escape, the courage. but I, do its best for their own salvation.
only one life, not hypothetical, not if, they come the security of, frankly face. always doing things to perfection, this is wishful thinking, if people can change their own shortcomings, in respect of a saint, I'm not so wrong is inevitable. people come into the world, regardless of whether the reluctant visit, must brave face. tears prove their cowardice.
an inexplicable melancholy in my heart and off the air, lingering.
sitting alone, feel wronged in the lonely lonely. < br> to escape, no reason, can you do? 2008-12-18
(VII)
memory is a city along the footprint of the city, I am looking to find the junction of the city, looking for a continuation of the city However, they inadvertently touch the wound, and pain.
who sprinkled a handful of salt in the wounds of memory, let me wandering pain, tears.
snow outside the window, tears, a confused one Mi-shed. burdened with bags of memory, in the city shuttle, frustration, Flanagan began to search for life-saving straw. looking up at clouds, but no place to grip with the palm of your hand.
cold fingertips, memory, entanglement, can not extricate themselves. an open-ended commitment, like a boundless underground river. I fell into a trance, an invisible hand wanton immersed my mind, difficult to stop. unwilling to bear, and inability to escape.
sometimes wake up not as in a dream .2008-12-19
(eight)
heaven is a myth that happiness is a vision, falls themselves are helpless. I'm just a pawn.
crossroads, wandering . However, after a gust of wind is dark. I, when can see the light?
sudden news, consternation, as if suddenly cut off the signal off all the expectations. tears for the fate of neglect, icy cold also deprived of hope.
phone, Nan Yi's cry, inquiries, requests for assistance, will fall into the throat stuffed.
tired, tired heart, body tired. a chance to miss, can there? quietly the knees while sitting, his eyes intently watch mobile phone, the heart, but in layers of poke, review.
How far distant? one step. And to me, but it is so difficult.
night, sleepless nights, how far the distance, time and space away from, I can not afford to measure. do not want to wait still waiting, a plume of dyed white hair. winter's cold, penetrating blue, pale with finely mottled inventory, I, unable to resist, scattered on the ground of sorrow.
life so, I walked, there are always unexpected. is important is not the length of the road, often because once missed .2008-12-19
(IX)
when love becomes painful when we turned to reason. When everything turned into a misty vision is the reason we turned around smiling.
heart I want the freedom to desire any better, eager to look forward to becoming a reality. However, brutal reality, often with a chance to pass through the front of the train Huanhuandicong, regret was, because without a ticket can not be preferred to shun.
broken, littered the Petals, and nowhere, an endless wait for harvest.
material desires, desire, possessiveness, are suffering. Similarly, the longing and waiting also.
think of it, with humble expectations, it is better turn around smiling, finding a new way.
sort once in the past, think of a reason to comfort themselves, turned around smiling, is not necessarily an end.
floating in the lonely can look forward to and thoroughly understood, life in the day, insist not to .2008-12-20
(ten)
River stands silently, looking at the frozen river. heartbreaking, become a necessity of life experience.
cold winds whistle, listen to snow, flying snow, down to the ground melancholy.
nowadays, full of skill of the mind, narrow minds, white bear's face, you know, the restless heart needs a little more communication and care.
Why is there tears? as the world's woes. Why do you want to turn? because do not want to reveal too much pain.
a sudden, the wind a while, the thoughts tremble, and then people will wake a lot. suddenly, saw a bird flew over, put their hopes, wish to God a Solutions unwilling my life, lonely, melancholy.
hand, the feeling of fear loneliness, you can own grief.
then lend me some love, let me feel a little warm in the solitude .2008-12-21 < br> (XI)
imprisoned by the soul of steel and concrete, difficult, frustrating wait, despair and loss.
look forward to becoming a meteor had fallen, the solitude of the darkness covers the sounds of nature echo, and filled with the din of earthly ears, enveloped the broken heart.
Night is young and is still obsessed with looking forward and keep looking at the share of the commitment has gone. vaguely heard uneven heartbeat. a single minute of body odor the night, real and solitude. look out the window faint lights of the cold finger of land out of long forgotten the verses: the dark motionless, the sound still, only me, watch the dawn of the fool, alone, waiting ......
I do not know who the dark final twist off the lights? do not know who else is like me alone to hold back the cold queue window?
I know: I am a shadow of life, helpless state, how can life with of avoidance?
exposure to night, I kept thinking, the heart began to weak, as not to hurt the enemy, living like a knife, while cutting my meat, while sad for my cut off the cancer. twists compromise there should be a piece of habitat is the soul, I wait ...... 2008-12-21
(second)
winter comes, can spring be far behind? So, I keep looking at the winter The Freeze, remote hope of spring delight.
time goes by, time changes, relentless in the past is no longer a little nostalgia, but there is always a trace of pain left and the heart, there is always regret between gains and losses.
was also lost, also be lost, not yet, not yet, speaking from the heart, to accomplish such a state, really hard.
the snow outside the window, hushed in ruddy layers of the world, I seem free and easy to spread out his hands, it is cold and cold, as if holding a lonely heart, weak beat and then, rushing to escape.
wind through the gap, it seems to me: learn to forget, learn to turn around in this cold winter thorough to forget the past.
days in the fingers touch, I think through time and space, floating into the early spring flowers .2008-12-22
(thirteen)
repression in the heart of the pain, I do not know and Who to tell? did not know who is really the listener?
told himself over and over again turned, smiling. unwilling to re-verification, heart cold as ice. Sometimes, people should not be good. And now, few people know how to Thanksgiving, know how good.
winter solstice has come into the cold heart, cold is Life. I do not know the reason of winter, or the heart of the reason.
always want to forget, always wanted to turn around, but not independent, a long time waiting, defeat is the case too. do not want to say once, for fear heartache; not think about the future, fear of injury. At this point, do not want to talk, afraid of a wrong exit; now, do not want to remember, for fear one would like even more pain.
between heart falling share of weak, trivial duties memories go hand in hand, half sad, half pain.
phone rings, a blessing, so I leisurely. gentle eyes, had inadvertently come up a little tranquil .2008-12-23 < br> (fourth)
one note, a paragraph back, sway in the cold winter nights.
a song, a sadness, mildly into mourning in the dark, once the chaos in the past, like clouds smoke cleared my mind, so, over and over inquiry of its own, and that is their distance, where the road again?
Perhaps soul music needed to guard, gratuitous sorrow, because the notes heard in the ethereal head displacement, Nianzhuan, his thoughts drifting I do not know where?
always thought that the free buffer with sad hearts of music, but this time, they sink into the solitude of being empty.
night wore on. out the window, condensate frost everywhere. I did the tired but no, do not want to look for in a dream ending.
Suddenly, the distant sound car alarms, and disturbing a dream a dream of non-wandering. I thought: the cycle of failure and success is only Coast to Coast, convinced that winter comes, can spring not far away? 2008-12-22
(fifth)
mortal, the 2008 has gone, yesterday's pain, slowly melting, merged into a memories of the undercurrent. and heart, and the light melancholy with the dust settles. Talking about the fleeting is bound into a volume letters, affixed to the heart, of which there have been tears, there was laughter.
like the quiet, like warm, 2009 At the beginning, more and more weak weak heart.
Rain or shine, to see Pretrial blossom; fate not, look the sky Yunjuanyunshu. life makes all of this, was the indifferent, lost the calm, go with the flow, competition the inevitable. And how can that be counted as light and life of suffering pain.
front, regardless of the cliff, or cliffs, must be confronted openly. a little, turned the moment, the heart will be able to fly, let it swim to wander, my thoughts drift into a beautiful mess Reminders. Red in the total number of happy, one can cool back; Take It, then enjoy the dream. forget the past, forget .2009-1-5 < br> (sixteen)
waiting for the cold night, quietly pondering the past have. Looking back, the some people, some things have diffuse into the dust, settling into the vicissitudes of old; and some people, some things , but as vivid images, refracted into heartache.
At this point, I stood in the window in winter, Ju Yipeng bleak years, in a bubble, relying on a kind of sustenance. always think, smile, turn, and corner of the eye Tears, written in the end.
In fact, people should know how to choose, and give up. should be grateful to hurt themselves because he lets you know many, many precious. No matter the pain, regardless of injury, destined to become the sand from the fingers glide, when the dust settles, without any temptation to calm and indifferent to the heart. too, and had lost too.
yesterday's tears and laughter, as text, cling to my dream, to the soul the warmest on him. a little, the text with my joys and sorrows with the. written in the heart, written promise; written in the dream, written agreement; written deep in the mortal world, he wrote the distant watch .2009-1 -6
(seventh)
a silent heart flowing river, not powerful, not wide, but it is sometimes anxious, sometimes slow, flowing constantly from beginning to end. Sometimes, the river will always float messy trivial, let me unprepared, I hurt, I hurt, capturing less than happy.
I kept thinking, feeling he is a lost child, struggling with addiction Hearted River, waving helpless, confused eyes, who that is my savior? inexplicable reason their river drowning? somehow hard to live?
wind had three nine-day wind, I watch the screen, but the pain in the smell of underground river. a soul's shadow, step by step approach to me, when the distant past, I look at the cold stillness of the night with his own modesty, I'm looking for a reason, reason to be happy.
the text was making a fuss, the hearts of a sense of loss can not be diluted , arrested caught the physical and mental pain, so I am confused by many.
tonight, the wind passing fingers, dancing in my own heart. Red, I like this thread wind, with the dream away, turn around that the horizon, my heart trembling in the wind .2009-1-9
(eighth)
I want to get rid of cold and want to replace with a beauty.
love to walk alone, crazy thinking about the future , and once as a note, when the untimely.
great snow, and snow in my excited, tried to capture a mood of sadness inside binding. chance encounter, encounter, either way, are a hope in my life, and this hope has nothing to do with people.
speech I do not want the cold, my heart is also in full swing, I can not get out the reality of self.
I was advised to forget, which happens a wipe not the memory. Sometimes, I do not want to imagine, must always make their own fragile inner pain.
snow, the sustenance of my romantic, Xiao Han's guess, the sun always grip Nalv.
I seized the edge of winter clothes, look back once in the past, the sun clouds, there was bloodshed was the concentration, as my heart, my pain. because I do not want to bare your heart, and this wound was through me. straight forward ray shadow, it seems like magic hidden, and I pray for my happiness with it encounters .2009-1-12
(nineteenth)
Valentine's Day tomorrow, I know, this festival without anything to do with me They had them, I had my.
last night after the spring rains in 2009 the first snow, thick, such as quilts. God is really strange lack of rain south of the secondary fire, by artificial rainfall change in hardship, while the north, but it began to snow so thick. If God learn swap to the north to the south into the rain snow nice lead, paid off, steady.
I think one sentence: people being good sorry, was riding a good horse. Today, very good leaders, and concerned about the sufferings of the people, however, God has embraced such a tease us lead the way. have a caring leader of the people's livelihood is the whole world the people most happy thing.
Perhaps there is human sin, there are corrupt officials, and angered God, but who's fault who will pay, why let the suffering of innocent people.
the new year just beginning, the network turned over the Year of the Ox leg, see your fleeting rise and fall. This did not believe, because of repeated defeat, against the will is rooted in the fate of bad luck.
standing in the snow, do not want to leave. see Kiyoshi people complaining, and I feel it is joy. far place, a car knocked down Kiyoshi people, passers-by crowd, I shook my head, not a serious accident, so the road who can not fast travel.
alone, it seems there is no perception The snow seemed to float for me. there are not breathing, and only slightly Fengming. the snow to melt, the season will turn into another landscape. Fortunately, there are some inexplicable look. a slight warming in late winter .2009-2 -13
(twenty)
you said, your dreams have my laughter. chuckle: Just not a ghost like.
you asked me, do you remember the case of dreams ? shook his head: open your eyes and dream of all is forgotten.
Recently, the nightmare continued, often awakened. deceased elderly frequently similar dream come with me. Eve, the dream died with the elders to send a pair of pants, do not Hi, abandoned. Last night, the dream died wearing a red coat and grandparents accompanied moving, bright red, wake up feeling unlucky. how the? worry about, apart from the heart Qieqie, fearing that dream come again.
the eve of Valentine's Day, my dream makes me anxious. Centerless 214 a day to take care of life. simply, shopping, Exotic holiday on which he felt little joy. street, the girl holding flowers special pride, and some husband and wife or lovers, quarreling in the street, I do not know what reason? In short, the special atmosphere of the festival.
Xiangpiao streets in today's day roses, who misses me? I would always thinking about who? Rose is still expensive, romantic continued to play, how many children to be romantic love is intoxicating, like Valentine's day is not, there is still romance, love better .2009-2-14
(the twenty-first)
mood is slowly aside, the hand, quiet lot. However, the distance phone again brought back feelings.
inadvertently harvest, and have actually very reluctantly, mind, and uneasiness, which, one is the case, are not expected to get after actually feel kind of lost. can not imagine the future road right and wrong? not imagine how they treat tomorrow?
This is a beautiful turn, gave up the distant dream, however, the reality of a dream made me speechless. people move to live, move trees die, I move that the result of what?
quietly pack up,   good news. life was changed after the ill feelings about anything there, and only hand over hand, the heart was able to survive.
see someone sad, heart, sour land. see people do not care, heart, hand, proud.
I know that my future is not a dream, give up a beautiful future, start over.
Do not be afraid, as long as no haste, good tolerance, there is no river .2009-6-19
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