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时韵 陈源初 Yuan Chu Chen

时韵   陈源初   Yuan Chu Chen

闲看园内花中开花,胡思天上云卷云舒,心似乎有一种朦胧的感动,也许是年龄的感觉,年轻人已经不属于我们,通过年年的雨季,年龄只在天空留下我们的纯真。我现在已经越过时年的鸿沟,不再欢笑哭泣。打开大门欢迎来访的朋友,关门谢客不留风徐。家乡风土人情,不断的变。无法卷土重来,扭转不是永恒的名声,只有红颜知己发泄。和风在河上,与杨柳说我爱你。情人在一起的日子,灰尘的记忆。阅读分享历史故事,凤凰般的认真。一对鸳鸯一个红颜知己。信如弹簧,化妆成笑声。面对对方,不容易,都市的浪漫音乐,周围鲜花。孤独自外出,但雨很冷,湿青衣飞絮飘扬。如何寒风,吹眉弯。漂泊的心,知道月亮花。空的食肆,虚的眼睛,铜炉烟气。在此时刻,突然想起伟人的演讲,在时刻是众所周知的,在黑暗中闪烁,总是让我温暖。我认为,经历了什么样的生活,甚至有很多人打造这个非同寻常的地球和弦生活。听无忌的儿童幻想,做个永远长不大的孩子,但生活是不允许的,但总的运行时间。小,薄,夜灯,芭蕉。你永远不知道谁会看到,而不是同情。爱是不小的断桥。桥的小紫香唇,唇,你读每一个字将烟眉,爱波转移,然后弯曲,向丝绸叶的绿色的一头乌丝,而与鹰,使安心。生活世界,只为你修颜。感官愉悦在人类世界,去看所有的方式,打破壮志凌云的面膜,一雨晓童年的梦想,心已老,看着天真的眼睛,时年,可以离开。研究你,再见无期。生命中不是永远快乐,永远不要,快乐和痛苦是相互影响,等通道通过不同的侧面,树木通过变时。招牌挂不累虚高,只记得,江南渔塘。看日落黄昏,点缀,孤单北倾斜的阁楼。薄面的忧郁,当地活动,青瓦平房。渐渐长大了,开始以成人身份,往往看似成熟的眼光去看待世界,似乎不屑简单生活,以及思想与理想,想出了一个风暴。沉醉于画荷花及孤亭,在亭,盼望。伊人奇娇,谁开的花,素衣红洋葱,红水墨莲花叶,谁染一缕头发,涂上红亭商河清。不同情的眼泪,咽而沉默,唯一遗憾是过去。悲伤的画面,和许多人难学的语言。水深以为,楼下有。河流转弯叠舟如叶,它的出现似隐藏。记忆后, 同情。古代和现代世俗,谁不徘徊。突然的声音,声音旅行数千里,斧声鼎苍山,自古以来,仍然荒诞的世界里,有数以千计的沉重负荷。现今,凭空漫步原野,风,云,雨湿,然后愈加寒冷。依依白露,渐行渐远,风把烟驱散。在自己身边,静静的游荡,清洁大地。碎叶道荒,拂云是差远了,不要打开。更多的北雪,白色寒灰,心字识别。残余降雨,梦想,烟柳词空。数十年,不断的下雨,刮风。在人生的道路上,我想跑,追逐梦想的彩虹。孤独,喜欢回忆,那些感动,风和雨,喜欢品尝那些起伏路。突然想起一路回头看,一次偶然的相遇,为什么人们只可以体味自己生命的旅程景观?为什么经历了这么多重世界,但很少有自己真正的朋友?为什么回头看走过的痕迹都消失了?奢侈之风如同汪洋。富豪,明星,一掷千金。

Seasonal rhyme    Yuan Chu Chen

Free flowers blooming in the Park, Huth Cirrus clouds in the sky-Shu, the heart seems to have a hazy moved, perhaps feeling of age, the young do not belong to us, through the rainy season every year, age of the sky leaving our innocence. I now have crossed the divide of the time, no longer laugh, cry. Opens the door to welcome visiting friend, Xu closed refuse t meet visitors or guests without wind. Home way, constantly changing. Unable to stage a comeback, reversing is ever-lasting fame, vent only confidante. And the wind on the River, and willow says I love you. Lover of the day, memories of the dust. Share reading historical stories, Phoenix-like seriously. A pair of Mandarin ducks a confidante. Letters such as springs, make up into laughter. Facing each other, it is not easy, romantic music of the city, surrounded by flowers. Out of loneliness, but the rain was cold, wet fly flies in Tsing Yi. How the cold wind, blowing eyebrow curved. Vagabond heart, knowing Moon flower. Empty restaurant, empty eyes, copper furnace. At this juncture, suddenly remembered the great speech, at the moment is well known, blinking in the dark, always makes me warm. In my view, what kind of life experience, even a lot of people to build the unusual chords of the Earth life. Listen to Mowgli's children's fantasy, a child who will never grow up, but life is not allowed, but the total running time. Small, thin, night lights, plantain. You never know who can see, rather than sympathy. Love is not a small bridge. Bridge of small purple lips, lips, you read every word eyebrow, love waves transfer, and then bends, to the green of a filament of silk leaves, and the Eagle, make peace of mind. Living world, just to up your face. The sensory pleasures in the human world, to look at all ways, breaking the soaring aspirations of mask, a rain of childhood dreams, heart is old, looked naive eyes, time, you can leave. Research on you, good bye life. Life is not always happy, never, pleasure and pain is the interaction, channels, such as through different sides of trees through change. Virtual-high signs hanging not tired, just remember, Jiang Nanyu Tong. Watch the sunset at dusk, embellishment, tilt of the lonely North attic. Bomian's melancholy, local activities, and green tile bungalows. Gradually grew up, began to adult status, often appear to be mature to see the world, seemed to bother the simple life, as well as ideas and ideals, came up with a storm. Lost in the pictures of lotus flowers in solitary Pavilion, Pavilion, I hope. Mai Chi Jiao, who opened flower, plain clothes red onions, red ink lotus leaf, who dyed hair, coated with red booths shangheqing. Different tears, pharynx and silent, my only regret is the past. Picture of grief, and many difficult language. Depth of thought, downstairs. Rivers turn to fold a boat like a leaf, it appears it may hide. After the memory, compassion. Ancient and modern secular, who did not linger. Sudden sounds, sound traveling thousands of miles, hammer Ding mountain since ancient times, still in the bizarre world, there are thousands of heavy load. Today, fields walked out, wind, cloud, rain and moisture, and then more cold. White Dew, fading away, dispersed by the wind to smoke. At his side, still loitering, clean the Earth. Shortage of broken road, blowing clouds are a far cry, do not open. More snow in the North, cold white ash, heart and character recognition. Residual rain, dreams, smoke Liu. For decades, continuous rain, windy. On the road of life, I would like to run, chasing the dream of a rainbow. Lonely, like memories, who moved by wind and rain, like tasting those ups and downs road. Suddenly looking back all the way, a chance meeting, why do people only can appreciate their own life journey landscape? Why has undergone so many worlds, but very few real friends? Why look through traces are gone? Luxury style as Yang. Regal, Star, more money.

 

Posted by Yuan Chu Chen on 11/26/13







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