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I am an idea-Isnt it an aphorism?
I like your nothern accent and habits-I am an idea, no matter what's the best, be serious to your life or play with it as a joke, to be like the strict old man, crying with puffed eyes, or like the weird philosopher, laughing at the folded page of life and saying,
"What! Who the hell cares?"
xuxu
Smoking weed is not legal in China. In the conception of chinese ppl, it's equal to drugs. Don't know where he gets it, but she is passionate to try new things. Strange flavour, she might not get used to it at the first time. He laughs, she is embarrassed, in a grey grey room with glimmer.
When starting to keep ppl around, the closer she reaches, the harder she can control. She ensures the affection in his eyes for the first love they've made, but life is changing, all she hopes is it will change in a good way. And hopes keep us going longer than we thought.
3AM he is sleeping, she is crying. She is trying her best to calm down, i think she could do it this time. Not tear apart and pour her heart into this wildest world. She has learnt it, doesn't she? There's much more fears in life than that of the darkness at night. Being sweet and nice is not enough to keep things going well, or not able to handle ppl don't belong to her. "Are you my angel?" apparently she is not resigned to the sluggish status she is facing up to. The sound of the wind covers her breath in this very silent night, and solitude overspreads the empty room, to recall her of all the moments they've made.
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When a man walks into his room, he brings his whole life with him. He had million reasons for being ANYWHERE. Just ask him.
If you listen, he will tell you how he got there, how he forgot where he was going and then he woke up.
If you listen, he'll tell you about the time he thought he was an angel or dreamt of being perfect. And then he smiled with wisdom, content that he'd realized the world isn't perfect.
We're flawed because WE WANT SO MUCH MORE.
We're ruined, because we get these things and wish WHAT WE HAD.
She NEVER come back.
She is one of my friend, sunddenly died last two weeks, one year older than me. I dont know how i put this, i feel like i m isolated to another world that close to her. I pretend to be ok in front of people, but still cant get over it. Alive life suddenly disappeared without any clues and words, well she was so strong and dynamics, how could this be?
My mind keeping running without a break, its going to explode, should i learn to be tough like LARRY FROM THE EDGE OF RAZORS? To be a nazarite or love people without any selfishness? Im too weak to taste it again.
别虚掷你的一寸光阴，别去听无聊的话，别试图补救无望的过失，别在愚昧、平庸和猥琐的事上消磨你的生命，这些东西都是我们这个时代病态的目标和虚假的理想。生活吧！过属于你的奇妙的生活！点滴都别浪费。
--xu
Before i met you, i never doubt i will lose something cuz i never own it;
After i encountered you, I like the feeling near sleep , this kind of sleep is the expectations of life but not the relax in a busy day.
对每个人而言，真正的职责只有一个：找到自我，然后在心中坚守其一生，全心全意，永不停息。所有其他的路都是不完整的，是人的逃避方式，是对大众理想的懦弱回归，是随波逐流，是对内心的恐惧。
——黑塞
渐暗，黄昏来临时，万物就变得美丽起来，所有的街道，所有的广场，所有在暮色中行走的人，都像蝴蝶花一般美丽。
我自己好像也变得年轻了。
自我离开家乡，每天的日落像是默默给异乡人的休憩和慰藉。恋上它的不慌不忙的柔软和温暖，甚过爱任何一个男人，甚过爱我自己。生活没有以前那么紧张，却因此变得更柔软更温暖了。你可以得到种种舒服的，身体上的小小自由。你仍旧爱着，不过你的爱不是那烧得鲜红的火炉似的，却是一个秋天黄昏的柔美的光辉。
唯有在这种时刻，我才万般欣喜生活的美好与真实。
几年之后，我应该变得像它一样柔美和温暖，深入简出，不再抱怨生活的不公平和这世界没玩没了的战争。不再是招摇浮夸，花枝招展的，叽叽喳喳的小市民。如果可以的话，年老时，有一座简单的小木屋，庭院种满花草，每天健康的饮食，在黄昏时，坐在藤椅上发呆或者画几幅天马行空的画。把自己以后的生活寄托在别人身上是无望的。人都会设身处地为自己着想，希望得到某些东西而不是不求回报的给与，这是人类的通病。
几个月前，得知高中时的那个男生的近况，与后来的女朋友分手，发福，高中毕业后就出来工作了。他仍旧是那个他，只是有些东西在岁月面前都渐渐褪去稚气暴露其本质。后来我却无限崇拜那时的我，那时的疯狂，无畏却又战战兢兢地爱着。
我是的确相信机遇的，没有规划好的目的地，没有不想要却非走不可的路。
——徐徐
