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Thistlef · Wysłany: Śro 15:46, 23 Mar 2011 Temat postu: Night Night

night, beautiful, deep, deep people can not sleep. No noisy cicada tree, grass insect wings in the beginning of the Ming, moon jumps over the mountain threw a pool of pure, far from the city's brightly lit deserted road [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the end of noise, it was quiet, naturally.
Some people say you can hear the clarity of the heart sound of silence, I had never heard the sound of silence, the night was heard the voice of the night. Bang bang, strong and rhythmic, echoing in the valley, walk between the window frames. Sometimes like a sigh, the Millennium response; sometimes like whispers, Ruoyouruowu; sometimes like shouts and shock Cang Yu; sometimes like singing, buzzing; such as snoring, such as nonsense, illusion trace; such as flowers bloom, knowing about silent; as cock, such as the dog barks; such as Ming Kum, such as the vertical bamboo flute; such as childhood playfulness, as the oldest old meditation ... ...
night, beautiful night of deep, intractable thick, thick, does not water. Stagnation in mind that between the night and can not explain. Heart rhythm and the melody of the night, lonely and sad. Did you forget to think of all the self, whether it was all forgotten to forget all?
dyed the distant lights of the moon in the mountains, the busy hustle and bustle of breaking the peace of the night. Can not sleep the night, Sheng nowhere to place no less than youth. Jinxi any past, how in the Ming Dynasty!
Not fall in the autumn, bright moon, fallen leaves, rice wine, lonely shadow, a toast to invite the moon, on the impact air heave a deep sigh. I went to those who abandoned four years of time; disorder who my heart, all love of the beautiful. Sorrow is a fire, a toast to sell more worry worry worry. Baqiao lonely edge off a quiet Liu for their own, without children, the hand towel stained with both hands, I have to stay here. Silently poured himself a glass of wine, pay homage to all the memories.
or that way Road, west still, Shou Ma, sunset ... ... End of the World away, alone and heartbroken people in the horizon outside. Perhaps the next rain, wet all the memories. Clear, bright night, how will it rain? Why can remember wet? I seem to hear the voice of Night Rain, Is that the sound is night? I heard the night in sobs [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], to tell ... ...
to death like water Come wind, I do not know what the end of the ended Ho Xi. Big thing in the world, how is home? Big thing in the world, no longer home! Dandelion is dispersed by the wind, scattered horizon, he can reach the horizon of any place that is not the first home back! Adrift by, cosmopolitan, go with the flow became home. Beyond the horizon in the illusory, there may be a paradise [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but that is never farther than the touch.
the night wore on, one more empty. Shen night, people in the virtual space.