For happiness, you can firmly say no, but for the pain, sometimes you only yield, because the pain of fear is far more powerful than happiness, so happiness love is introduced. A favorite boy at an early age, however, alive but to castrate love, destined to lonely life, loss of men and women, family happiness. Escape can...... however, destined to a man this life all have no a girl say "I love you" to him. Now that fate will have this kind of pain, I would rather it's me.
One night, a waning moon, a basin of gather myself hay, leaned against the window, let the wind of the field, the end is a kind of melancholy in my heart, like the pine tree is always last in the faith, but one day you find a yellow tree, is like that. One run, a personal romance, a person, a person, a sheep, in the house, and plant flowers and plants around the sheepfold and medicinal herbs, a person hide, wear a straw hat and mask, take medicine, through a village, a village to see people in need. Perhaps in the villagers eyes a scenery, I am a man that is a strange man. Ever also heartache, that is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, even if I left, but my eyes stayed in that place, that moment. Ever also secretly watched her in peach blossom romantic place, once couldn't think of everything standing in front of her, but I don't know why tore heart crack lung knelt down and knees themselves to give up, just thought that she is a love but do not have to love. The feeling of love and the feeling of loneliness is as much, I have experienced a transformation in the deep of the son of the moments of feeling.
Tonight I weave a green unlined upper garment as armor, tomorrow is the day of battle north at the top of the heap and goats brother, I also did a head of gray hair, goat is a respectable opponent, as a swordsman can only go all out, he dashed, split days really liked, and the results I'm just glad he wasn't really mad.
Goats brother dies, he said to me before he died, "I'm sorry, brother, I can't be with you in the end, I am afraid I tightly die, death is empty, after all, death is the need of death, can replace human meet death animals are, after all, is running out, after I die you to hand off my skin, and ate meat, I also not waste we are brothers"
Grindstone told me that knife is the tears of pain. My heart is like the knife cut the dough, the knife cut into the hot water, pain in the sheep's head.
In this life and love, for me, love is parallel to the scenery. Tears, lonely, everything as snow quietly without in the sun.
對于幸福，你可以斬釘截鐵的說不要，但對于痛苦，有時你只剩屈服的份，因為痛苦帶來的畏懼遠比幸福要強大，所以幸福引進了愛情。然而某個從小就受寵愛的男孩，活著卻要閹割愛情，注定一生孤獨，盡失男女之歡，天倫之樂?？哨ぺぶ刑硬贿^，注定有一個男人這一生都沒有一個女孩對他說一句“我愛你”。既然命中注定會有這種痛苦，我寧愿是我。
一個人的夜，一輪殘月，一盆自己親手采擷的枯草，靠在窗口，任田野的風吹拂，心里端放著一種惆悵，就像松樹永遠是長青的存在信念里，可有一天你發(fā)現(xiàn)了一棵枯黃的，就是那樣的。一個人奔跑，一個人浪漫，一個人對決，一個人回憶，一個人放羊，在小屋和羊圈周圍種上花草和藥材，一個人遮遮掩掩，戴上草帽和口罩，帶上藥箱，一個村莊趟過一個村莊，給有需要的人看病。也許在鄉(xiāng)親們眼里我是一道風景，一個好心人，也是一個奇怪的人。曾經(jīng)也怦然心動過，那是我見過最美的女子，即使我離開了，我卻把眼睛留在了那個地方，那個瞬間。曾經(jīng)也在桃花浪漫處偷偷看過她，曾經(jīng)也想不顧一切的站在她的面前，可我卻不知為什么撕心裂肺的跪下來，跪下來求自己放棄，只當她是一個深愛卻不可得愛人。原來愛的感覺和孤獨的感覺是一樣多的，我曾在那子剎那深深地體驗了轉換的感覺。
今夜我編織了一襲青草衫作為戰(zhàn)甲，明日是和山羊兄弟決戰(zhàn)北堆之巔的日子，為此我還做了一頭灰白長發(fā)，山羊是一個值得尊敬的對手，作為一個劍客只能全力以赴，他的猛沖，劈天斬果然名不虛傳，結果我只是慶幸他不是真的瘋了。
山羊兄弟老死了，臨死前他對我說，“對不起，兄弟，我不能陪你到最后了，我怕我緊緊不死，死亡是會空虛的，畢竟死亡是需要死亡的，畢竟能代替人滿足死亡的動物也不多了，我死了以后你要親手剝了我的皮，吃了我的肉，也不枉我們是兄弟一場”
磨刀石告訴我，刀也痛的落了淚。我的心亦如那刀削的面團，一刀一刀的削進水深火熱里，痛的頂在羊頭上。
今生與愛無緣，對于我，愛是平行的風景。淚過，孤獨過，一切都在陽光下如雪悄然而無。
對于幸福，你可以斬釘截鐵的說不要，但對于痛苦，有時你只剩屈服的份，因為痛苦帶來的畏懼遠比幸福要強大，所以幸福引進了愛情。然而某個從小就受寵愛的男孩，活著卻要閹割愛情，注定一生孤獨，盡失男女之歡，天倫之樂?？哨ぺぶ刑硬贿^，注定有一個男人這一生都沒有一個女孩對他說一句“我愛你”。既然命中注定會有這種痛苦，我寧愿是我。
一個人的夜，一輪殘月，一盆自己親手采擷的枯草，靠在窗口，任田野的風吹拂，心里端放著一種惆悵，就像松樹永遠是長青的存在信念里，可有一天你發(fā)現(xiàn)了一棵枯黃的，就是那樣的。一個人奔跑，一個人浪漫，一個人對決，一個人回憶，一個人放羊，在小屋和羊圈周圍種上花草和藥材，一個人遮遮掩掩，戴上草帽和口罩，帶上藥箱，一個村莊趟過一個村莊，給有需要的人看病。也許在鄉(xiāng)親們眼里我是一道風景，一個好心人，也是一個奇怪的人。曾經(jīng)也怦然心動過，那是我見過最美的女子，即使我離開了，我卻把眼睛留在了那個地方，那個瞬間。曾經(jīng)也在桃花浪漫處偷偷看過她，曾經(jīng)也想不顧一切的站在她的面前，可我卻不知為什么撕心裂肺的跪下來，跪下來求自己放棄，只當她是一個深愛卻不可得愛人。原來愛的感覺和孤獨的感覺是一樣多的，我曾在那子剎那深深地體驗了轉換的感覺。
今夜我編織了一襲青草衫作為戰(zhàn)甲，明日是和山羊兄弟決戰(zhàn)北堆之巔的日子，為此我還做了一頭灰白長發(fā)，山羊是一個值得尊敬的對手，作為一個劍客只能全力以赴，他的猛沖，劈天斬果然名不虛傳，結果我只是慶幸他不是真的瘋了。
山羊兄弟老死了，臨死前他對我說，“對不起，兄弟，我不能陪你到最后了，我怕我緊緊不死，死亡是會空虛的，畢竟死亡是需要死亡的，畢竟能代替人滿足死亡的動物也不多了，我死了以后你要親手剝了我的皮，吃了我的肉，也不枉我們是兄弟一場”
磨刀石告訴我，刀也痛的落了淚。我的心亦如那刀削的面團，一刀一刀的削進水深火熱里，痛的頂在羊頭上。
今生與愛無緣，對于我，愛是平行的風景。淚過，孤獨過，一切都在陽光下如雪悄然而無。