Outside the window of the sun, through the dense leaves, sprinkled under a mottled. A person's afternoon, comfortable and clear. Occasionally look at the distance, vehicles like dragon, do not know the heat, to the distance; Occasionally close your eyes meditation, there are always some good old days, climb up the heart.

 

Alone time is lonely, music is the most beautiful companion. Sometimes melodious, sometimes euphemistic. Ears flowing boundless gentle, such as the woman meaningful smile sound, intoxicant happy heart, clear static beauty.

 

Intoxicated, is the beautiful heart of the melody; Unforgettable, are those in the heart can not erase the memory. Some things, do not need to deliberately forget, or remember, all along with fate.

 

Keep quiet quiet, do not say lonely

 

Some people say that loneliness is terrible, but I actually feel that loneliness is the best, can more clearly see themselves, read their own. A philosopher said, "The greater, the more original, the more fond of solitude."

 

Loneliness, is a state, is also a kind of enjoyment, let the soul quiet, not to be disturbed by the noise of the outside world. Truly willing to enjoy the solitude of the people, the heart will be hidden unspeakable happiness.

 

When a person is alone, there are always some stories carved in the bottom of my heart, vacated, with fragments of memory, accompanied by deep feeling. The mottle of life, it is because some imprint is engraved on my heart beautiful, just more precious.

 

Standing in the world, to stand themselves as a landscape, not who can appreciate and understand, just want to feel every day in the life of silence. If there is an afterlife, but I wish I was a tree, rooted in the sea, by the blast of the wind and waves, but also to let their soul tough growth.