heart began to sink in that time, this sideugg boots cheap Zhuangjuan Xiu, is it already in the memory of Jaumet dust it? We have never contacted by letter, after I insisted on separate delete contact her, and her MSN, so I think I was unsympathetic, and, having chosen to leave no room left a trace.

Dear Philosophy:
see the letter well, let me call you. I read your book, I capture in the book we have had a shadow. I see you have seen the anxiety of your dismay. Then leave, I think we are a last resort, after all, you do not blame me, and I, and will also understand the community. You're right, we have no one wrong, the wrong is living. But why? So after you leave to torture yourself, I look at your words, imagine you braved the winter in the Great Snow, in his shirt, trying to front-line when you like, at all seems colorful cotton jacket in so inconsistent. You are always so stubborn, stubborn that even left himself no escape route. Dear philosophy, looking to succeed you, I'm really happy for you, but I also think, like you, is not it already that you are willing, willing to compromise in order to live it? If that is true, then when you leave the insistence once again, is it? I also considered it?
I do not want to say sorry, because I do not feel sorry for you, we will have such an outcome is we do not want to. I think I always hypocritical, money and emotion in my wandering, when I, in fact, I help, I do not know how to choose, I looked at another woman's life, and then comparing my own life, I suddenly felt very worthwhile, and I guarded you, keep his soul like the same, I can only have been as partners with their own soul. I eventually chose the hypocrisy, but so, too, do you?
you loved me, he never refused to open tell me you miss me, but they never contact me. Maybe in your heart, as I have already died, but I have been living in your text. You once said, no one more than I understand you, including your own, I see through you, also see through myself. We have to live humble cowardice, we all defy the support, we hate the hypocrisy, but also the hypocrisy of the inevitable. We hate the fall, but the flesh is in the fall at the edge. After all, you won, you realize your dream, and I, now just become a tool of money.
tell me. After you leave, I suddenly felt no sense of life. I do not know whether your lonely eyes to pull off because I still do not understand each other. During that time, I began to have been corrupt, I am in the city's edge, you have to look up with the city's position look at the city's lonely, and hypocrisy, but I after all not for you, I can not, I remember you way is severely harm to myself, each saw more than a hand wound, I felt my heart a little closer to you, I enjoy a rare self-mutilation in peace. I can not contact you, because I was afraid, afraid of this I am eligible to go where have you, no one knows my cowardice. Arrogant as you, but also how to understand?
later introduced by others, I know the current President, he has more than 60 years old, and I think that he has long to live it. Every time I see him on me on their last legs, I feel particularly sick, but, I can not show up, I have to learn to flatter, because of this his death, his property and eventually me, fortunately, he Like when my baby's tend to baby, what have what you want. Women can afford to dream of what life? In particular, I like a woman.
I do not luxury you will forgive me, but I really miss you, miss you like crazy, no one in the night. I always think of the scene we first met, then we are very familiar, even if not met, I was able to immediately recognize you, I miss your soup, miss your hand touch me body, I shake the feeling, but miss the warmth of your eyes happy. I have the scars counted, there are 15, not deep, but they can spend my whole life. I will try my life to miss you, and you, but always be farther and farther away from me, I can not begin to capture the shadow of you.
So be it, I would like to see your character is not the letters, so on the back of the envelope to do this little tiny hands and feet. Whether you can see, I just want to see your face, one side like this lifetime regret.
I will belong to our city that have waiting for you, has been.
your Jaumet
2003 年 5 月

  The dream continued to stray, I want to completely leave the hypocrisy of the world, with my entire life to pursuing my dream, famous not what I want, I just want to find a person who understands me, is more thorough than I know what I people.

I think our good-bye is really just a mistake, looking at her still beautiful today, I still abjection, poetic irony, is not it? I could not even reach out and touch her turned into uggs for cheap a luxury. We are after all, I was a man of two worlds, I do not want to cry, but looked ever loved a woman, damn it flies so well, and all this other man for her. I suddenly could not suppress the sadness in all, I saw my life is rapidly aging, I've even heard the fluttering of my years of sound bone. Suddenly the vague thought of a song heard long ago: life so.
life so;
Bliss this predicament;
edge margin of dead students;
Who knows, Who knows the situation before the end
situation;
mad love truth;
Who was this guy? Where? /
All due love!

we miss are good, we are pursuing is good, but life so why bother States and Canada?
I am into middle age, leaving memories of childhood are few remaining. However, I can not forget the most is his father was picking up fish story.

This is a true story. Now Let's talk about the still point of bitterness. I was six years old, that is, the fall of 1970. My family 8 were still dripping Road Chase Village of residence area. At that time my family because my father was a wrong case in the Cultural Revolution was transforming unit to the countryside. Me and my two brothers and two sisters, along with his parents and a sister living in rural areas and I brother, sister, little sister were also born in the rural areas.

was my home life is very poor, not enough food to eat, always eat free under the Dayton Dayton. As for the subsidiary food all the more out of the question. Basically, less than a few times a year to eat meat, fish is fresh stuff, Chinese New Year was very little to eat. Our brothers and sisters as children, not to mention there are snacks to eat. For delicious fish just did not know the Road book.

is a fall in the evening, my father was watching from home for more than 10 kilometers of cropland in the production team to return home. When passing Tatung reservoir, the weather hot and it began to drizzle, my father was not stopped with umbrellas had to lock side of shelter, looking at the surface of white, my father can not help but think of our family has been several years do not eat a real fish (the Spring Festival every year due to no money to buy fish, only fish with noodles noodles), heart meditation can pick up if the fish would be more Okay. Best fish jumping on the water should we do it themselves.

Maybe God is blessing our home, we eat less fish is also poor fish, not to mention really are willing to sacrifice for one small and two fishes jump of my father's feet, large 2 kg weight , there are half a catty little weight, my father was really ecstatic, the little piece of it gently back into the water, with a large piece of clothing wrapped Chenzhaoyese quickly ran back home. (It's not people see things, but the ah) I remember when my father took the fish home was wet all over, my family did not fish willing to eat that day, on the warehouse with a big-block support for a few days , until it died the night before my family ate it boiled. These children are not dying of fish we see several times a day do. Indeed, that Burton Fish is the best of my raw-smelling fish.

short span nearly 40 years later, his father has been gone nearly 10 years, has bitterly painful past. I can not say that eating a variety of delicacies, but the child eat the fish that Burton is still in my mind has gone through a deep memory, I will not forget for life, and I would often tell my children this story We listen to. Whenever I eat what other people think when they're delicious fish will unconsciously think of this, I have now as each time the process of eating fish is the memory of my father, but also hope that our future generations never difficulties in the past period and then review the history of life.
Yesterday, the temperature plummeted, cold wind blowing hard in the streets on both sides of the branches swaying in the wind, wind the billboards gone with the wind in the sky. Pedestrian Jinguo the coat, head, crouched in the collar, the only half exposed face was frozen purple blue, people are biting cold. Avenue on the rare pedestrian and vehicles passing by, makes a kind of exposure to the wilderness of loneliness and solitude.

piece of me and some friends went to the hospital, to visit a colleague's daughter, saw many patients, pale face, wide eyes, a pair of helpless. Nurses hurried footsteps, the heavy increase in my heart. I entered the room, saw the swelling of the face and helpless little girl's eyes, my eyes blurred with tears flowing into the heart. Ruthless destruction of the malignant tumor of the body of a young girls, about to capture a small life. Girl endured the pain of torture, tough to do with the illness last fight. Guardian of the girl's parents at bedside, in intensive care with a lovely daughter, the tears changed to smiles, comfort her daughter. Girl's parents told me that as long as there is some hope, he would cure disease to their childrencheap ugg boots. From the girls and their parents face, see their pain and helplessness.