The happiness

Life, everyone is a scent, but also bear the different roles, they like puzzle pieces, accidental combination perhaps can contribute to happiness. And LTBR > I is a good quiet man, like calmly want to question and adrift. When see color in a hurry crowd around form, I guess they each the stories behind the mind wandering flying with the wind, in the heart inwardly secretly pleased. And LTBR > today in the car met an old man, from a clinic out just in time to catch the train home car. The old man about seventy have a few, wrinkles have filled the face, turbid eyes, incomplete teeth, taupe skin inadvertently tell me he experiences the vicissitudes of life. He walked were sent trembling to get on the car, part of a bench to sit down. The old man holding a baby, chubby little face son, sleeping form let a person think of the angels-maybe the child itself is an angel. I wanted to call him come sit next to me, because I sit empty place of the chair, can finally still is not open his mouth. The car continued to open, don't know when I found my old man next to the open, holding a baby came slowly sit down, jolly, let me secretly like not blame yourself. And LTBR > to know what drives I want to talk with him and asked DuoDa baby, his parents how not at nearby, to you so old age also run so far to give him a doctor, the old man said children parents work out, said this his face very calm. I'm all ears. Young parents to live to just a few months old children leave a so old that old man, not a acid in raising, during which time I also couldn't help but see the sleeping child, in the heart then think of their daughter, not much a love of idea. And LTBR > real life to the cruel many young people prematurely bear the pain, suffering, not the tracks outside also can't get children, the warmth of the elderly parents cannot enjoy the old man spend more time with his family. And not mian flow to tears. In my fancy, accidentally see the old man gently kissed the baby's small mouth, black and white beard may be taken the child, the child's mouth and the small ((into the sweet dreams. The old man look let I felt his meet. And LTBR > heart couldn't help feeling of happiness in life: how many people don't know the meet, have more very person still moaning whinge-bags, I hate so a group of people, but carefully recalls, his might it not so. And LTBR > accidentally car have reached their destination, I just came to his senses, quickly take luggage up to get off, leaving the old man and the lovely baby. I think: maybe they are very happy.

Night be inductive

On the bus, the night will be the dim down. I do not know when the moon has hung up the branch top, the light in the darkness in the slow coruscate open. In the days of the Mid-Autumn festival will come in the night sky, it's always attractive. This is every day I will do, is catering to the moon, the moon in my home at the top of the head of the pentium, on walk with me. Have so little to meet, as if it knows me, is a ShenJiao already a long time of friends.blakeszw88 yaplog blog
The car for a walk off, sometimes hurried, sometimes slow leisurely. The car, the few people leaving the sat a few, probably is busy day everyone weary, the car is all the more quiet. I opened the window of the left, the wind with the speed or strong or weak in the face of the lap of I, is very relaxed. I like this season, the wind is always so gently dry season remains in a drop of cool and refreshing. I see the all things are coming to me, fast, so a rub shoulders, and disappeared in the behind me. I don't often look back, sometimes caught in the heart's, also only back light glance one eye. Miss lies only in the eyes, and stop for a moment will be enough.
Or the same way home, fixed good travel article, the same street light red from the sky. Just how much does not know the transform walked off, get on the car, have only each other in a hurry, or indifferent between also have several days, remember, the counterparts think of also only know but there is no less. Even remember also, greet a few rare emmeniopathy busy back. I always prim sits in the corner, watching those colorful neon street, say a prosperous, tired of watching can only say people a lot of the light is very bright. On both sides of streets firm and a few lights place, just early didn't sound, the only bicycle and motorcycle, car is still in di di di NongNong nong bleating, as if in ChangShou live songs like, very let people idle, relax. Or the tricycle on two word came a high and low's shouts,szwrobert otaden blog  and the gold vessels tink the bell ringing sound of touch attack. I looked at, listening to the quiet that sound and silence clever together, a pure and sweet heart on frivolous.
The pedestrians on the street or ChuiShou go, or dragged put on hold, I think they should be in the direction toward home now. Perhaps because the coming of the night I think so of reflection, as if their face the show more or less like to relax. After all my life is following the point I think that this is the very stable, is worth the meet, because my night is belong to me, I can do any daydream, and no one retort.