Climb step by step

 Uncle said with the Magic, point pen will write something to say, you have to do it. It can only write off a day early, not coherent, but at least it is written, and also recorded a mood
step by step climb
the slow line, only the road is long, climbed the highest mountain, will be maroon friends, jump like talk about. However, the magic was Uncle tender care, granted to the magic star magic of the Enlightenment, the tree is more numerous fear, only struggling to crawl, side live up to all the love. The cast PEN, not because of our own victorious, but in reality there for. but for the magic tert small ceremony, to prove the existence of the name, and received gifts among the bonds of friendship, especially heavy.
throat, seemingly classical, because the However, Uncle tender care was magic, , the book compared to a ladder, a laptop built up, step up, to the height, vision will be a few inches wide, you want more vast, over the fence, over the wall, over the building, they have to keep adding base, constantly climbing . then finally summon the courage to pen to paper, because I can not lament the height of other people, appreciate this as long as the process of adding base, thanks to the efforts of this climb, and harvest the lookout for comfort, it has been enough, after all, this ladder, I have not seen the end.

look back to childhood, the book dig small building, that shining light years from that small building there is a bunch of issue, its real purpose is to utility room, and dark, cramped, but also because her grandmother and grandmother too convinced of the gods but also with a more mysterious. The house is often locked, and occasionally adults have forgotten, I would sneak into the door, looking through the East, West look, eager to find some stuff . there is a shabby little cardboard box better book, it should be a small school notes uncle, his uncle was actually still laughing even small notes, he is not What will dig eggs. laptop below, lay a This book should be dark black cover that read: Tiananmen Square, poetry,, shows a sub-majesty. open perspective, all vertical version of the traditional characters, the second year I did not recognize real, but the physical time . above, there is always the Prime Minister and Guikulanghao words like, holding the book, I actually like chest lit a fire, which the Prime Minister must be a very great man, and that ghosts and wolves must be bad, but they are too well powerful. the whole afternoon, I hid in a small house, through the dim light Look at the book, until my grandmother found, because the door is not locked, and I was gone.
then slunk into it once, put it this stole out of the holy book, then imagine should be taking a great risk, as if to convey that the book justice and anger, are not above board. steal can not put the bag, do not allow adults to see , West to possession of the stuff I do not know how many times the crevices in rocks, large roots, couch angle. Grandpa was eventually discovered, it also seduced his revolutionary story on the Gang of Four and Jiang since then has become a matter of our among the most enduring topic.
many years later, when I read kilometer street to send the Prime Minister, to that of the defects a chance to read the book, especially when that precious. Later in the novel, read a lot of turmoil in that Many braved the jail's hot-blooded youth share of the risk of private copies of poetry volumes, always had admiration and excitement in mind, my hands are hidden in this volume poems risked it as a treasure, we should have a common the strength and desire. that book the first time I felt so little the power of justice, but also understand the anger that the original pain. I remember the feeling when you first see it: the heart seems to have been heavily hit a little, continue to tighten, Men Men to extend, even breathing stopped as blurred vision. Now I understand, it is a resonance, like a clash of two big bell will be given unto the peals of noise, but absolute sound loud and long, and my young heart in the growth of TV drama actually has tremendous power, it is always makes me happy, even proud to do. It opens a door for me, filling me strength, I see the light of justice, but also understand the need to adhere to its costs, but also prepared to bear the pain. Really, find it, hidden in it that time, I always have a stern impulse to die, as if I was a rebellious, but I understand that I was right. So, I do not fear pain, not afraid of difficult, since this is the price, I experienced it to the process of sublimation.
unfinished Uncle Paul
small abandoned small carton also Taodao an incomplete comic, no cover, no end, but also all foreign names above. comic is openly onto the bag, and can I also chose not to love lost anywhere, it is just get up and look bored. Even a coincidence that the comic in the record of a child's childhood and youth, his suffering, his pure, his beautiful sweetheart, very interesting, but never had a below. because no on heart, and even the child's name has not even remember. Then home from the neighbor's grandfather had a book, Grandpa doing the steel book to me, and carelessly read, and know that it is in full with the steel does not matter, but also with some of the total smelting smell, nothing more nothing more. is on the college, a chance to hold interest a thick one back, the more strange the more I read, I seem to plot long before it will know, a very strenuous exercise Niuniu kick caps, my head finally straightens out, the original original, comic and vertical version Traditional, condemnation.
But even finished, the deepest impression still stuck in childhood, comic damaged the previous page, in addition to Paul, others still do not remember the name. But see, some good may not last long possession, but once had to be as eternal. So when Paul smiled at her and her husband passed, I can understand. so far, I would not blame her, even loved her more than all the other women around him and perhaps also her as a child, as a childhood friend, as was their own. So when Paul decided to release the body residue of his wife's hand, give her a better life and future, I can understand , though it took a little understanding in the tragic. tolerance, I think I saw from him. This is a very thick book, a masterpiece, like the epic, but I stepped on it gently, slowly push the open a window, the moonlight shining through, so beautiful. My heart is calm, I can not sad to look back and see the dead, to see miss, look simple, look ridiculous, even humiliating, be grateful for them makes me beautiful, brought me touched, as well as pain and growth. child concealment, do not want to know any person, any person who filed the embarrassing stories to tell, I can open the windows to the sun they are. I do not have who hated those who hated, people complained, looking back, they always feel cute. I'm so happy that the young time, have them with me. So, I think I am filling.
light banned
there should be a memorable time of my life, my dreams will be nostalgia, that is my high school years, a girl the most brilliant years of fragrance. But very strange, is one full of fantasy, but longs to fly older to be controlled in a small campus, saddled with the burden of homework, exams, ranking man tortured and there are not tender fresh green color, well, China's compulsory education. Fortunately, fearless natural iron trained gall, depending on the rules as nothing, it seems did not feel tired, does have a lot of time reading, of course, in the evening, of course, the name of a small flashlight to the yard, it is not the most spectacular high school dormitory and most unspoken What scene . The difference is that boys look at the martial arts, women looking for love, and I walk between the two seems to blur the gender.
time I have dedicated the book suppliers, Haitao. my junior high school When the best and favorite friend. Her family has a stack room, a grandfather, aunt, sister, and a variety of categories everything, every time I have a list and bring her home, taking advantage of the gap to send visiting to get there or I go to her, often back to back countless. sometimes catch up with the emergencies and interruptions of supply to take advantage of the door to open half a day scouring the bookstore. the class of the boys always provide a lot of gossip, is also enthusiastic man help monitor the total energy lying in the corner of my needs. Looking back now, that large and small, thin, thick, new old and new seemed unrelated to the old love print, multi-genre history. When sisters indulge in Qiong Yao, but I Yao in the middle of the night reading, of course, only the word away. That is my Amoy, and his failure to complete works, the right to their own birthday as a gift, but sent a birthday Haitao make up my deficiency, a tacit agreement between us from the phase when the eyes first met there, and it is not magic.
forgot to boil a few nights, but also forgot how many times read, are still found it read less common peace Xiaoxia it, the searching process itself is a memorial. that the first song on the Seine to then they are also flowing to my heart, I feel warm and will feel sad. There Xiaoxia show love to the little flat When told that story about the agreement, the outcome is a tragedy, the story is beautiful, unassuming little girl finally got her love, though when she has become a martyr. as if they were about three years of the same , mountain, and the tree, they get together again, and she became a martyr in the month before, he grieved to incontinence, tears turned into the most primitive manner, as sadness and despair have looted the body. After reading it, the sea Tao came to see me and asked me: Shao-ping, for Xiaoxia, we believe that their love is true, is great.
and its ordinary name like that is a seemingly ordinary book, simple text could not be more simple, really can not be really emotional, warm Runye sister, less generous encore, uninhibited Jinbo, Grandma's dentures and eye drops, drops in record growth of survival, but it also changing everything back to nature, I agree with it. I can not write to their world, but read it as if he lived, in the heart of the Indian scenes, they are blurred, leaving behind traces of the years, who also wipe it away. I love them, just as love myself, I thought I was a child running the field, soil atmosphere and leaf green have given me the beauty of life, I love them. So, today, can not write when I lamented that her gorgeous, can not write it mildly, not great writing, and even write subtle, at least I still love plain. The door let me see the earth and blend with it.
Nietzsche between life and death
is because the West fanatical love Nietzsche, Zhou Guoping bought all of his translations, every day, exclaimed that he is crazy sun, although I can not agree with her noisy, but I believe her eyes, then over time by university dormitory book never ask the source. Chuaizhuo it go to study hall, that time looks like he is very hard. on Nietzsche, I can only say that I looked superficial, too many things take longer appreciate, let alone other people's words as truth, has never been my personality. but he's on the life and death, about the necessity and chance, but I was forced to agree. He said that our life only death is inevitable , even the students are just accidental creation. I was shocked, because I believe a lot of things have been the inevitable result, but can not withstand scrutiny at all, only his own wishful thinking. I know I will die, I'm not afraid of it, because it seems to be distant, I know I will die, I am not afraid, because it is inevitable. my parents brought me to this world do not know one-thousandth or ten thousandths a chance, by accident I'm coming, I must go, these two vital events, I am but there is no decision, because I will never commit suicide. the beginning, some sad, but on second thoughts just fine, although I have decided to It can not start and end, this process is to enjoy and create. Who knows how many times I hit the meet, who knows how many times I have to meet the storm, who knows my way to turn a corner and finally the number of possible into a Jedi, who knows how vista beautiful surprise, all this is strange, I just had to feel like.
Nietzsche, of course do not know how much I thank my parents, because even one-thousandth or one ten thousandth of the opportunity, they chose me, I believe they chose me, to hell with probability, if not, that is what I choose them, anyway, no different. Nietzsche does not During that time he knew how much I fear the time, I was very lonely, felt like a leaf out of the mother, lost vitality, wind, can blow me anywhere, it is not flying. I'm afraid sink, because I have no direction, no power, all the winds may come from above, I'm getting away from the sky, close to the mud, and even swamps and into the abyss, and even dreams are falling. However, he see through life and death Desperate indeed gave me the power of rebirth, my heart suddenly. I started to understand my confusion is the process of life, this age, this feeling may simply not reach direction, why should I force myself to develop it. a heart of stone throwing, the wings can load the weight of the body, I began to fly. So, I want to thank him, his madness let me return to normal, I'm just a small woman, not a great ambition, does not seek deep thoughts or blockbuster success, crazy for me is a terrible thing, but for Nietzsche, perhaps to be great. Now think about it, that is, since then, I know how to value and understand the need to more much to be grateful. broke into my life that little bit of good, a little of the pain and bitterness, enriched the monotonous piece of road, but also render the whole sky. So, I was a big step up, stand it of the above, I am afraid that cushioned toe, to see that a vast outside.
saw the little prince
when I looked, there is a villain wearing a long cloak, with a faint sadness, rather abruptly in my field of vision, he said he wanted a lamb. Later, in the north to the train, Haitao leaning on my shoulder, I gently give her time to do the little prince, felt her tears, has been holding her hand, despite the train's shaking. We exists between domesticated and do not have to explain what kind of friend I always feel warm. the little prince, as if a gust of wind, like sow the seeds of domesticated , thousands of families from the warm light point, each channel with: for an angel holding the same people will then think of how many people domesticated, domesticated remember the ceremony. the little prince became a best seller in the sale because no one looted, but it is long, the strength in depth and can reach mind, opened wounds, but also to create a better.
In fact, it's not just about book domesticated, there are ironic, and self-examination, as well as nostalgia and love. today to see Jia's sentence, he said that China has a lot of big production, deep reason why the theme of the film was criticized as a major reason is that they do not make light out. this, I fully agree. Chinese people are always the pursuit of ostentation too, on the form, see when I stop feeding their popcorn, though also young women, are family moved, but it seems that share is moving deliberately created by Feng Xiaogang. go home and watch with tears and climbed out, sad to dissolve in the dimple in the. Mayi Wen spent three years, all the big production of her mind, and today's popular different. We can not escape death, we can not escape the love and exchange, what is the really big themes? I Little Prince as a fairy tale life, with my part of the most simple to read, and with his response. I often think of him, think of the fox, and even the snake, and that mouth Well, there are the king and the lighting people, as well as monkey bread tree. so small and small to Mama son especially liked his latest discovery, playing a small dog to sleep for a gym class games, I had him holding his little face Little Prince, he solemnly told me, not the little prince, is light rain. He really is the little prince. and directors first met, was on the phone to tell him the story of the little prince and the fox, he said, so moved, I would like to be able to This story touched people should appreciate that I kind of trust him much more. Then together, they find that we come from two different worlds, but did not reach the little prince and the fox as the identity, the total collision is inevitable, he used to be paranoid to control me from the little prince, said it was the evil book, I went into and stole my little prince, went into hiding. He has a tough attitude to seriously make me surprised, but can not find any language, just like a bottle of beer was Akira for a long time but never did start caps, all of the gas accumulation inside abruptly being bored, feeling about to explode but can not find collisions exports. looked at his innocent face is full of anger, I suddenly felt he was a child, as helpless, fear, and he do not want to blame me, only a book outlet. He has a pure heart, like the little prince, even the facial expressions are so clean. and a pure heart is not hurt. So the little prince when he returned to me, but also has us a pure. the little prince holding my hand and come back to childhood, check the simple and beautiful windows open, I have the color of wheat.
would love a child and
The Unbearable Lightness of Being, I am so fond of its name, but always can not say why. In describing the hero broke into the girl of his life, said she is like an infant in the baby floating down the river fell in front of him, he had picked her up, because his heart still remained some mercy emotion. and take her, but also is a very troublesome thing, it seems to her naked, what not seek to feed she needs love. and he most afraid of talking about love, he did not want the responsibility, the burden of responsibility on behalf of the He would not even share with others and share their own means to come up with half, so he can have numerous pleasant body, beautiful face, do not even see the shallow mind, but he can not tolerate other a woman in his bed overnight, sex and sleeping in his view is completely different thing, to enjoy a long and a have to pay. but she was like a child, curled up asleep in his bed, and he eventually did not wake her.
read that book, love is not so truly come to me, I just know it has been by my side, followed in my heart, but never face to face with me. For Baby, I love, remember that small aunt flat belly bulge, and I think I hold the little brother, but to see the tears of small uncle, I was terrified, her first despair and helplessness, then I was 5 years old. Two years later, I can finally hold little brother, and mother said he was very nice, there is no way the newborn, and I happily went to see him, stopped at the door but I became an adult, I look at that once the bed wrapped in his little quilt, I asked her brother to go where the mother is shedding tears, where he has gone, no one told me that, in addition to tears and sighs, I do not see anything, hear anything that time I cursed, I can think of with the words of the most Hendu. Later when the little girl was born safely three days later, after a full moon, I withdraw those curse words to listen for the best to thank. So, I have feelings for the baby, when the hero and the girl child compared to the mercy, I can feel, they are then baby, and yet so fragile, it seems that every moment may be gone, we only able to pamper to love, and even love are so small and helpless. But I really, deeply understand the illness in the mother that night. because the aunt in my room, my mother in the house lying on the sofa to watch TV, tired they sleep. heard my mother get up, go to the bathroom for a long time did not come back, a little odd to see her, she crouched by the door, curled up, and even a sound at all. I ran to help her, asked her how, and she only said she was off sick. I helped her up, she refused, saying that no effort would not let anyone touch. father and aunt are awake, and I know she may be some acute enteritis, should not there will be a big problem, while ready to go to the hospital, while my uncle call. but she seemed to become more severe, and even cried themselves to die, father and aunt was scared, soon had no idea of the posture, I insisted her to bed, and even hard to say that you're not a big problem, that is his own bluff. She said I faintly cruel, do not love her. other uncle to the first few minutes, she lay in bed, though angry, but also I'm at her side, I saw her face, pale and thin, so small I can both hands over his face I've never pay attention to wrinkles. She looked at me, my mother go. Although I think she Some fuss, but it also had to face, holding her to comfort her, all right, you just diarrhea, prostration, and with some fast heartbeat, do not own bluff, nothing would happen, trust me. I saw her tears, she says she loves me, she worried about me. her eyes full of helpless, she was very afraid, and she needed me, needed me to comfort her and take care of her needs to me at her side, that moment she suddenly became my child Like so fragile. Fortunately, his uncle comes and a few words, a few pills and then holds her flat. looked at her quietly, lying there in peace, I finally could not help crying hard.
the usual awe-inspiring moment of lean mothers need me like a baby, and I helpless because her heart is pity and despair, and even love her, could not bear her. I was finally able to understand why he should be compared to her infants. love love and affection should be a meaning in the most pure and profound basic level, it is not the purpose of admiration, but also the burden of no return, there is no loss obsession, nor the pursuit of material gain, but a simple heart is pity, The pity, you can give to any person, love to love extended to all individuals, it is the true meaning of love is great love. And because of the share and care, you will double love her, could not bear to hurt her treasure, but also to another level. I slowly learned, but also a time to love. Unbearable light on the way to teach me a simple and profound mystery, stepping on it, I open the door and saw the answer.
snow I
special three of us go to work the first year of the first winter, I like to go from the home unit, from the need to go to a full one-hour clock time, of course, I am a slow walker, I will give cars, bicycles, pedestrians and even way, I will look around, I found a seat special, a nice little bookstore, when not busy work often go in, pick the book, or just watch look. that the world of snow one day, when work continues to stand tall office buildings from the bay window looking out when, just like fantasy, like downstairs in the small garden like most of the fairy tale landscape. colleagues began to complain about traffic, I began to rejoice with the snow still falling, is still so great. snow feels good in the face, the cool, the light that the dissolve of the skin, eyelashes fell to so cute ground alone, did not mean to be down, slowly I feel the eyes are too cold, sight began to blur, before you carefully put them down, but is soon as they painted with mascara, it is absolutely natural. I do not like to walk people through the road, step on the road covered with snow, I could feel squeaky voice, from time to time will be stopped, looked up to meet those pure angel. MP3 kept in stood country road, tears silently falling, and snow, without any sound, face is always cool. Yes, the snow, I walked on the way home, no one would see me cry, they are In a hurry to go home, this snow, I'm afraid too late to enjoy.
special seats went to the door, and stood for a long time, which must be warm, and that snow is cold, I'm afraid it's the floor wet , who is also afraid of the snow, for it has been standing, owner, Gechuang see me, waving, door and beat me in the snow, quipped: ; We are old friends, not polite, and Greetings. picked gloves, put a bag, went to a familiar bookcase. to go back and forth several times, the draw of the , but do not want with the popularity of books and reading are required mood, I like the kind of beauty meet. to wrap it inside of the backpack, and then on the road, when actually feel very at ease, as if a kind of initiation warm, home to read it. This book may be most suitable to buy in such a scenario, such a scenario in reading the book and some calm and at ease, warmth and recollections which should be white with snow, quietly down. Yang said, I miss the three of us one. is an old man back when old age, only one person, though seem lonely, but guarding the long years, all the way to the warm, so she's not the kind of Sixin in Bifeng Crack lung despair, nor broke our hearts in grief, all light, a touch of speaking, a touch of recall, it is like to relive the past again, with the men and went all the way, so I think this Mr. Book is missing, but also sustenance. Mr. is not in the book deliberately, but often the writing go hand in hand, from the beginning of the dream, to follow Mr. Qian's political torture, until death do they dispersed. a home, together we be happy, do not chase it together, not scattered. I love their simplicity and dedication.
I forgot a lot of plot, and I deliberately did not need to remember anything, that Mr. thoughts, I will have my thoughts. But when reading the book, are not strenuous, do not feel tired, always makes calm down, I like the kind of swore off Qianhua and bustle of the peace. I said, I was a small woman, make their own quiet, filling perception, pain can be dedicated to the beloved family and friends so that they are alive, do not lose their luster, and efforts to distribute more light, my heart is enough. through the window, I saw snow, no silent interest rates to fall, tiny snowflakes, melting moments, this world has become white.