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(duì)于幸福，你可以斬釘截鐵的說(shuō)不要，但對(duì)于痛苦，有時(shí)你只剩屈服的份，因?yàn)橥纯鄮?lái)的畏懼遠(yuǎn)比幸福要強(qiáng)大，所以幸福引進(jìn)了愛(ài)情。然而某個(gè)從小就受寵愛(ài)的男孩，活著卻要閹割?lèi)?ài)情，注定一生孤獨(dú)，盡失男女之歡，天倫之樂(lè)?？哨ぺぶ刑硬贿^(guò)，注定有一個(gè)男人這一生都沒(méi)有一個(gè)女孩對(duì)他說(shuō)一句“我愛(ài)你”。既然命中注定會(huì)有這種痛苦，我寧愿是我。
一個(gè)人的夜，一輪殘?jiān)?，一盆自己親手采擷的枯草，靠在窗口，任田野的風(fēng)吹拂，心里端放著一種惆悵，就像松樹(shù)永遠(yuǎn)是長(zhǎng)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(gè)人奔跑，一個(gè)人浪漫，一個(gè)人對(duì)決，一個(gè)人回憶，一個(gè)人放羊，在小屋和羊圈周?chē)N上花草和藥材，一個(gè)人遮遮掩掩，戴上草帽和口罩，帶上藥箱，一個(gè)村莊趟過(guò)一個(gè)村莊，給有需要的人看病。也許在鄉(xiāng)親們眼里我是一道風(fēng)景，一個(gè)好心人，也是一個(gè)奇怪的人。曾經(jīng)也怦然心動(dòng)過(guò)，那是我見(jiàn)過(guò)最美的女子，即使我離開(kāi)了，我卻把眼睛留在了那個(gè)地方，那個(gè)瞬間。曾經(jīng)也在桃花浪漫處偷偷看過(guò)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(lái)，跪下來(lái)求自己放棄，只當(dāng)她是一個(gè)深?lèi)?ài)卻不可得愛(ài)人。原來(lái)愛(ài)的感覺(jué)和孤獨(dú)的感覺(jué)是一樣多的，我曾在那子剎那深深地體驗(yàn)了轉(zhuǎn)換的感覺(jué)。
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(zhǎng)發(fā)，山羊是一個(gè)值得尊敬的對(duì)手，作為一個(gè)劍客只能全力以赴，他的猛沖，劈天斬果然名不虛傳，結(jié)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(duì)我說(shuō)，“對(duì)不起，兄弟，我不能陪你到最后了，我怕我緊緊不死，死亡是會(huì)空虛的，畢竟死亡是需要死亡的，畢竟能代替人滿(mǎn)足死亡的動(dòng)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(chǎng)”
磨刀石告訴我，刀也痛的落了淚。我的心亦如那刀削的面團(tuán)，一刀一刀的削進(jìn)水深火熱里，痛的頂在羊頭上。
今生與愛(ài)無(wú)緣，對(duì)于我，愛(ài)是平行的風(fēng)景。淚過(guò)，孤獨(dú)過(guò)，一切都在陽(yáng)光下如雪悄然而無(wú)。
對(duì)于幸福，你可以斬釘截鐵的說(shuō)不要，但對(duì)于痛苦，有時(shí)你只剩屈服的份，因?yàn)橥纯鄮?lái)的畏懼遠(yuǎn)比幸福要強(qiáng)大，所以幸福引進(jìn)了愛(ài)情。然而某個(gè)從小就受寵愛(ài)的男孩，活著卻要閹割?lèi)?ài)情，注定一生孤獨(dú)，盡失男女之歡，天倫之樂(lè)?？哨ぺぶ刑硬贿^(guò)，注定有一個(gè)男人這一生都沒(méi)有一個(gè)女孩對(duì)他說(shuō)一句“我愛(ài)你”。既然命中注定會(huì)有這種痛苦，我寧愿是我。
一個(gè)人的夜，一輪殘?jiān)?，一盆自己親手采擷的枯草，靠在窗口，任田野的風(fēng)吹拂，心里端放著一種惆悵，就像松樹(shù)永遠(yuǎn)是長(zhǎng)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(gè)人奔跑，一個(gè)人浪漫，一個(gè)人對(duì)決，一個(gè)人回憶，一個(gè)人放羊，在小屋和羊圈周?chē)N上花草和藥材，一個(gè)人遮遮掩掩，戴上草帽和口罩，帶上藥箱，一個(gè)村莊趟過(guò)一個(gè)村莊，給有需要的人看病。也許在鄉(xiāng)親們眼里我是一道風(fēng)景，一個(gè)好心人，也是一個(gè)奇怪的人。曾經(jīng)也怦然心動(dòng)過(guò)，那是我見(jiàn)過(guò)最美的女子，即使我離開(kāi)了，我卻把眼睛留在了那個(gè)地方，那個(gè)瞬間。曾經(jīng)也在桃花浪漫處偷偷看過(guò)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(lái)，跪下來(lái)求自己放棄，只當(dāng)她是一個(gè)深?lèi)?ài)卻不可得愛(ài)人。原來(lái)愛(ài)的感覺(jué)和孤獨(dú)的感覺(jué)是一樣多的，我曾在那子剎那深深地體驗(yàn)了轉(zhuǎn)換的感覺(jué)。
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(zhǎng)發(fā)，山羊是一個(gè)值得尊敬的對(duì)手，作為一個(gè)劍客只能全力以赴，他的猛沖，劈天斬果然名不虛傳，結(jié)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(duì)我說(shuō)，“對(duì)不起，兄弟，我不能陪你到最后了，我怕我緊緊不死，死亡是會(huì)空虛的，畢竟死亡是需要死亡的，畢竟能代替人滿(mǎn)足死亡的動(dòng)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(chǎng)”
磨刀石告訴我，刀也痛的落了淚。我的心亦如那刀削的面團(tuán)，一刀一刀的削進(jìn)水深火熱里，痛的頂在羊頭上。
今生與愛(ài)無(wú)緣，對(duì)于我，愛(ài)是平行的風(fēng)景。淚過(guò)，孤獨(dú)過(guò)，一切都在陽(yáng)光下如雪悄然而無(wú)。