Faygath Fyaharh
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I can love you to death, can not love you to shame.
Stories (48/0)
The Unseen Dream
There was a mountain boy who had only studied for a few days because the poverty of his family was like a mountain across his path to school. But in these few days, he learned a wonderful word: the sea! So in the following difficult years, he often fantasized: What is the sea like, it must be far away, can I see it, can I sail on the sea? It was as if he felt an inexplicable relationship with the sea, so he climbed up the highest mountain in his hometown and looked around, trying to find the sea, but there were only rolling hills in front of him.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Wind, gently blowing through
First of all, there is no feeling of wind, only the sun is very soft, not soft, but soft and clear. And then there is the full view is very good, whether it is peach red, plum white, cauliflower yellow, are red to delicate, white to elegant, yellow to luxurious. In short, a color rich in life and vitality. I do not know when the wind came, before us, or with us unexpectedly. I just felt that after turning a hill and stepping into this pass, there was something soft, soft, and cool, gently touching my face, neck, forehead, and hair. Fix your mind to feel, only to find that it is the wind, a not too tight not too small not too hot not too cold wind, gently blowing past us, the movement is delicate and gentle. If you close your eyes, you will think that it was the first kiss of your lover when you first fell in love, wandering around your lips or certain locations on your face, a few shy, a few timid, and a bit as if.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Life, what is it
Life is a colorful painting, there are bright hues, there are dark undertones; life is a low and high-pitched song, singing the bittersweet years of life; life is a rhyming poem, there are iambic pentameter flat and narrow; life is a road, potholes, and winding; life is that colorful haze, beautiful but often the miserable wind and rain; life is a fragrant wine, it is soft and sweet concentrated life. Life is a cup of fragrant wine, it is soft and sweet, concentrated life's sweet and sour; life is a cup of refreshing tea, so that people's lips and teeth taste long; life is the starry night lights; life is the laughter and songs of loved ones gathered together; life is the painful sorrow and crying when loved ones leave; life is to hold hands with your beloved one and grow old with your son; life is the heart-to-heart of three or five friends without fear; life is like Life is like the emperor's new clothes, full of longing but disappointed to the extreme; life is the day-to-day struggle and busy, life is the backpack to say goodbye to the relatives of the bitterness of the world; life is the poor people food, clothing, housing and transportation of the day to day running; life is the rich people throwing a lot of money bold and free; life is the success of the goal after the joy, life is also a failure of the helpless sigh and wandering; life is a skillful magician, can let people float up to the view of the world. Life is a skillful magician, can let people float up to the peak of the mountains, but also can push people into the abyss; life often makes people face difficult choices; life is a rushing river, washing yesterday's laughter and disappointment, running towards tomorrow's hopes and dreams; life has monotonous tedium, but also warm and romantic moments, more is calm and quiet.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
unrealistic thoughts
Turning a new page, a new day is coming, and the old one will become the past. I have spent countless nights sitting in front of a lamp, thinking about what to write tonight. I can't remember how I put the pen down and how I put it away each time. All I remember is that I would turn off the lamp and fall asleep, my day's task completed, and I could go on to a new day without worry.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
accompany each other
In a small village in southwest Lu, a dozen people's funeral procession sparsely walked in the field path, and the front of the team followed a ragged beggar, which is the second rash. Er Ranger's leg is lame, but he is still gasping for breath and rushed forward.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Live well, love well
The walking days repeat at the same pace, day after day, so that each season, arrive on time. I can't remember which summer flower is the first to fade, which leaf is the beginning of autumn. The season turn, some memories are separated from yesterday, and then look back, is separated by several mountains and waters.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Thanks to those who left me
The traces of my walk are the ties you left me in the summer. The smoke that rises in the morning is a constant thought in my life. When the first finger, the soft surroundings, carved into the heart. You instantly pointed to the distant smoke and asked if I could like this kind of life. Everything there is so harmonious, quiet, and warm.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
The moonlight in the lotus pond is as beautiful as snow
The moonlight of the lotus pond is a beautiful sight that I have longed for many days. I stand in the season when the grass is long and the birds are flying, gazing at the long green waves of the lotus pond, and the once barren window of my heart is released at this moment. I like the color of the moon, and I like the beautiful snow-like words of the lotus pond moon. The reason for this is that the world is so far apart, so I can only snuggle up next to the pool and watch the water gurgle in the pool by the moonlight.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Miss you so much, that's all
It's been five or six months, right? We haven't been in touch for six months. I thought I had retired the habit of thinking of you long ago. If it is not still because of a sentence a back thought of you, and then indescribable loss, also do not know or so miss you.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction
Familiar Strangers
In a chance we met, you are my alumni than I lower class. You said you knew my name at a very early stage, but you really never thought you would meet me in a foreign country thousands of miles away from home, and you never thought I would be working here. I said, this is nothing, everyone has everyone's difficulties, in order to survive who have to find a way to struggle, the previous excellence does not represent anything at all, the important thing is to see how the future mix? You laughed and said, "Yes. Every family has a difficult to read, we can't influence life, but we can face life with a smile. I agree with you.
By Faygath Fyaharh2 years ago in Fiction