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The setting sun or down the mountain, that wipe endless afterglow will be a brilliant western sky rendering. A group of clouds like a group of a quick and bright charcoal fire, the wind demon dance, colourful colorful aconcheng. Square sky, only this side is still living a prosperous old dream type of life. The rest is sinking and fading. The fading light was returning to darkness, and darkness was returning to night. What's the use of all that brilliance? It wasn't the morning glow, after all. Pinched and extinguished fireworks suddenly turned into cold black charcoal. However, it is gorgeous and worth pursuing. But the night gradually closed the sky, closed the bustling old dream.

Night, just like this. Wild winds grow and roar at me in all directions. It's situational intimidation. I can see it. And there I stood in the midst of this empty wilderness. Now ALTHOUGH I fell into the occupation to beg for life outside the light, but my aspirant heart is not suddenly reduced to outside the light line. But the dark night after all and I have a deterrent, I can not understand the current situation, but also have to be afraid to wait there, waiting for the unknown everything and I collision. The outcome always seems to be unexpected, especially for a young and energetic person like me. How much abuse, even though I still stand there holding up. But the cold cold in the night wind, as well as the heavy over a heavy deterrence, has made a hot and full ambition shrink again and again ———— fight but I also had to shrink The Times. To live in a corner, neither desire nor desire, neither honor nor shame, neither joy nor sorrow, so as to know what is past and what is behind. This little hut could be everything to me.

No lights, no moonlight. In the dark night of meditation I can not bear such pressure, and reality will be bright nagging. However, I have no courage to see what kind of time and space the light will shine on me. Mentally and physically exhausted, I did see the "light", flowing in my mind - do not remember the past, then think of the future; Don't think of the future, then remember the past. The soothing pressure is on the ambition that still throbs in the dark, heavy. Even if it is so heavy I can not feel the slightest. The dark walls keep out the wind, but they still roar. Immersed in the light, all I could hear was the sound of the light. All that is outside has long since been banished from the bounds of reason. Suddenly a cluster of amazing roar subverts everything, immersed in the beautiful mind suddenly perceived its sharp power. I, who could not see everything, opened my eyes in horror at this unexpected event, which ended the "beginning" of idleness and began the "end" of restlessness. Everything changed because of the accident. Those who change are those who do not wish it to change; those who do not change are those who desire it to change.

All reality is exposed to me in this condition. I, who have been forced twice, will no longer fall into the pit of despair because of such circumstances. Now I seemed to be walking slowly in the shadow of the past, seeing the same scene before me, and hearing the same melody around me... In this ordinary scene, I gradually lazy to turn around to wonder whether the startled spirit from its power, or from my deep conscience. Seeing the current situation, I did not want to fight against it. The beauty of illusion burst that moment, unbearable reality of I, at the heart of fierce struggle during also flash a trace of anger -- since IN reality I can not sink, so I will be in reality self-reliance. However......

The wind blew in such hues that I could not hear where it would end. But that whistler stirred a spark of passion buried deep within me. That past, lofty sentiment writes asperses, show the country ———— under the light of day, this perverse wind is my that ambition under the cushion foot. But such an ambition can only show its vivid beauty in such a memory! Such memories, and such nights tossing, forget it! What kind of heaven and earth can be opened up in this cold night with what kind of beauty and illusion as a confidence? Poor that not old unwilling heart in this agitation again and again, in that sour road step by step to go down. Several times, the reality of the cold, has gradually touched the light of this memory, only the remaining wisp of fragrance to survive in the indifferent lackness of the tasteless I petty use. The leaping heart is still. Yet I am not a man to be humbled, especially now that the eyes and ears will not allow me to be at ease: I know that in my numbness I am at peace, but in that peace there is still rebellion.

A few struggles, a few failures. In the end of that unwilling impulse, I still have nothing to change everything. The result was unacceptable, and the result was: there was no light around me. Dark night will cover everything, but left my frivolous, the lights of the heart in my frivolous devoid. This result is not my result, even though it is with me a heavy blow. I was prepared for this from the beginning, I just missed the journey after the result. I had hoped it would ignite a firework among the Jedi and burn my life. But it died as a price in my madness.

There was no hiding in this little hut. Unable to see the hope of turning over, I thought of another possibility: looking for another way out ———— completely discard the gorgeous glory of the evening, based on the struggle under the dark night to find another way out, with its "unknown" light lead me to meet the glory of another world. To break the bitter ice? ! I know there is a miracle in this little hut, just waiting. But such waiting whether there will be a result, in the tidal wave of time in that result WHETHER I will accept ———— inner depression and struggle in the tide of time will give me what kind of tomorrow: is the brilliance shines with the earth, or haze can not show a light?

The unknown journey is full of danger and excitement. It was just what I needed to be free of bitterness. I know it was an impulse. I could see no light lurking in the dark sky. But the great duty of heaven and earth I float, the cloud opens to see the month between stealthy not meaning, this can illuminate me not only more can show innocent universe. It doesn't make me excited but it keeps me away from the troubles of the night. The change of mood may quicken the pace of the sun, when the light is full of mountains and rivers, my world will be more clear, laughing at the wild wind in the lottery. Such a good machine I can not measure, but the slightest bit of possibility and I have a huge attraction.

The world outside the cottage, injustice; Under the depression of my more ruthless. The wild wind pricked the marrow, and IT was more than I knew. I do not know whether it is because of the deep night or because of the weak heart. It's just that the initial impulse cover won't be driven by itself. Everything in the cottage fell away under this care. It is a road of no return, and in the new circumstances my memory may leave behind all that I have, and indeed gather up unknown reason. Under the unknown journey, everything will change everything because of the unknown. I wonder if I can meet the mood of love in the dark; I don't know if I can see the moon; I wonder if on such a journey there was a cottage where I could curl up when my heart was failing.

The road under your feet will not end, beware of the road on the end. (www.duanwenxue.com)

For many years, I have been wading in and out of this vast world. Several degrees of success, but also several degrees of loss. The brilliant color under the light is predestined with me several times, my heart has been excited for this, but I really is not a "blessing". That colourful color is not in the tide of time gradually fade, it will be in space under the flood quickly dispirited. Several degrees of joy and sorrow, I already can't identify the next brilliance will be all after I experienced thousands of bitter thousands of xin. See all the joys and sorrows of me, see is the heart of the road. Perhaps all this has already been laid, in the beginning of the uneasy situation. Ups and downs, I do always rush about in such a mire, often in despair will be so heroic look up to. Is there an opportunity for me to see a possibility, a little slow step at the foot, to the mind for a moment of rest. Look back, anyway, look back, maybe all this and all that is in that one look