A small town near the Yellow Sea

Clear resentment and sigh left empty, mediocre blooming. When the ink wash juvenile white, live up to the years

Love, light, scattered, sober, and run with the wind forgotten !

A romantic summer, standing in a Bay Hawthorn shore, lightly blowing a bamboo flute, sounds appealing melody, singing for the Iraq groans, distant you hear? A scarlet green flowers, superfine fragrance, lingering layers of red smoke rhyme dye pond. Twirling a scarlet of flowers sprinkled into the green branches, dancing. Connaught a Dutch red Hong drunk Tian Tian, ​​scarlet fragrant Acacia scene, take a look at the heart of exuberant pieces of Acacia off the past.

Season lotus for whom open, but also for whom fragrance? A Bay Hawthorn in those scarlet green affair in a Zithery years, graceful and charming a quiet waiting in the years of Acacia, so that a contaminated scarlet green memory Halo open a Acacia residue marks. Lotus rhyme Hongxiang, Acacia silent, we each other in the distant shore of a bay pond on the quiet silence of the silent, stop sigh Yun thinking; Nianhua laughter reveals a touch of sweet smile, Hawthorn deep pan-voiceless, all of As a rhyme of Hong Xiang Xiang Xiang dream dermes vs medilase.

You leave I have half a year, looking at the window of the flowers planted for you Malan flowers, because a long time without care and become yellow leaves, suddenly a little can not bear any of her presumptuous old, But I still do not want to take care of the mind.

Life is only once, to live well; life is very short, to be happy; life is precious, to realize their own value. If your life in this life the road, do not take a good, do not blame. There is no lonely kingdom in the world, the road of life can not walk alone. How to get along with others, how to walk with others, as everyone encountered, facing life issues .

Life is like a mountain, tolerance is a trail, trails and on, will reach the peak, will know the mountain tall and towering. Life is like a sea, tolerance is a boat, rafting on the ocean above the sea to know the wide, to know the other side of the lights and glory.

Push the window, dense arrangement of the tomb blowing.

Open to the corner of a large erected a monument, tens of meters high, the book: anonymous mound.

I was up the next morning be fore the October sunrise, and away through the wild and the woodland nuskin hk. The rising of the sun was noble in the cold and warmth of it peeping down the spread of light, he raised his shoulder heavily over the edge of grey mountain and wavering length of upland nuskin. Beneath his gaze the dew-fogs dipped, and crept to crept to the hollow places; then stole away in line and column, holding skirts, and clinging subtly at the sheltering corners where rock hung over grassland, while the brave lines of the hills came forth, one beyond other gliding nu skin.

NOV. 4. - This morning I began to order my times of work, of going out with my gun, time of sleep, and time of diversion - viz. every morning I walked out with my gun for two or three hours, if it did not rain; then employed myself to work till about eleven o'clock; then eat what I had to live on; and from twelve to two I lay down to sleep, the weather being excessively hot; and then, in the evening, to work again. The working part of this day and of the next were wholly employed in making my table, for I was yet but a very sorry workman, though time and necessity made me a complete natural mechanic soon after, as I believe they would do any one else .

NOV. 5. - This day went abroad with my gun and my dog, and killed a wild cat; her skin pretty soft, but her flesh good for nothing; every creature that I killed I took of the skins and preserved them. Coming back by the sea-shore, I saw many sorts of sea-fowls, which I did not understand; but was surprised, and almost frightened, with two or three seals, which, while I was gazing at, not well knowing what they were, got into the sea, and escaped me for that time.

"Don't you approve of lazy men?"

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?'

So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White