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Lie under the sky

2008-10-09

Lie under the sky
Like the sky, it is simple to like, it is sincere to like, it is only beautiful to pursue.
? ? Lived in the countryside as a child, often put sheep out to pasture for the grandmother, so long as the sheep ate on the meadow reliably, I can sing or read in the blue sky with a person, let the sunshine shine the whole earth, white cloud hover freely in sky, can a lot of bird of voices cry and skip the top of the head also sometimes, my heart often goes around in the fairy tale world of the distant place, just like dream.
? ?  Is not always spend in dull China of the consciousness time. The flower blooms and falls with the passage of time, several turns over and rises and falls several and spends autumn. That young cloud does not know where to float towards, but my dream is a dream eventually yet. People in reality are all courting earnestly, I seek from head to foot during the journey one's own life too, the scenery on the way has given me a lot of comfort, it is just happy to pay all and may not be certain to reciprocate, devotion is often a kind of happiness too. It is all right and what I said may not be certain, but what I want to say, is what I do too. ? ?
? ? This perfect thing in the world is little, experience often appears after the painful lesson too. The things which seem correct of those surfaces often all really hide the quality question, and the characters which seem problematic of surface, is often that fan color protects the truth under. This world dialectical view, though does not sound pleasing to the ear, it is reasonable to think about. Anything is real, what is false, what is beautiful, what is ugly, who knows again how to weigh in the good and fierce standard interweaves.
? ? I am not a perfect person, but I pursue everything beautiful all the time. The thought can not be done complicatedly, then admit oneself is simple. Like sincerely, like being only beautiful, it is not a bad thing very either to pursue a bit. Once I chose a name for oneself to let in the network "  The true lie "  ,Then someone smiles at the speech obstructedly, someone chats about with smile: Become true more if the lie is spoken. Listening to net friends' fun, I feel all right happy too, not, the name is only a call, may not necessarily accomplish to obtain more loudly either, ambiguous names give somebody the happiness talked about with a smile first to but choose one, anyway this true thing in the world, it is less now not to be many in the past, but false thing was omnipresent. The lowpriced people of the so-called name pursue the fashion expensively, then someone obtains the network name the extremely rudimentary and popular one, but there is popularity very much too, if does not believe it is " south teenage girl of sword " that you choose a network Have a try, I guarantee your popularity will be getting flourishing quickly, certainly get a scolding and don't blame me not to remind you either, this is in reason too, there is popularity that does not mean healthy tendency, it is too that amusement causes death.
? ? Face straightly, worry and not tired life, how much people and sighs in the groan, and a lot of people struggle under the morbid state of spirit earnestly! Think about those folk and criticize the life that the firewood carries water, though is poor and leisurely and comfortable, have seen the personal psychology mainly. Like that cloud in the sky, ones that have floating in the air are new and graceful, there is indefinite the frivolous with the wind one too, this is versatility of the things.
? ?  Someone likes praise, someone likes speaking sarcastically, this does not say, put down resentment public and private, abandon thing of the house worry, have and drink a cup of green tea occasionally, drink the young wine of mouth, talk in professional jargon 0.15 kilograms, it is worried to wave the pen book heart. Or play games, struggle against a piece of it with the stranger darkly muddily, then it is heavy to sleep to feel, wake up, should do what be anything still, you still you, he still he, the world little good luck meet by chance forever, it is a game without final result to fight for and send taking itself, the so-called victory or defeat win and defeat is all just rules that a kind of thing is fixed first, you will find nothing is important, the game is a game to break this one regularly.
? ? It is the same too to live, is nothing but a kind of game in life. Someone will be show the dispute to grabing at these stage, what is the end not to have, stage world, like props, one joyous to come one happiness, first cries to weep life. Human society affairs of human life just like this, until samsara reciprocate one another dispute ceaselessly, there are games that that love not stopping hated the feeling and worried about.
? ?  In charge of he lie and the truth, really false, really a false one. It has no mark that the view cloud sits to blow, are all a final home in the end. Seem a little low-key saying, it is the lie then as I said! Must not influence everybody's mood, all of us exist truly, it is he, you and I and she that let the inner circle of people of the world become lifelike but interesting, make this thin day plump and is beautiful. I believe, it is a kind of fate to know, but may not be certain to meet each other both and sudden, even if once there were a point of emotion and sincere birth, please believe that was true, beautiful because it is pure that this point of friendly feelings is, it must to write down diligently be a touching story.
? ? The promise is very false sometimes, someone always believes by mistake. Lie very really, no one know their beautiful sometimes. So long as you believe lies, then even if it is true, the true lie has true beauty. Believe your own feeling, the happy feeling is put, it is all right to be happy. If does not believe, please let all these still beautiful in the world with the wind to the limit. Also like that cloud in the sky, in the bright blue sky, still fresh and elegant  

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