The lovestory of flying bird and fish

26.08.2009, 11:05 AM

Long long ago, a fish and a bird was in love. But God tells them, they will be never lovers, even it is the excessive demand too to become friends, even they the in love each other, can't expect lifetime too and. The fish dislike the constraint of the sea water, wishing eagerly in the blue sky freely and standing high above the masses feeling; Bird's disagreeable and spacious blue sky, wish eagerly to get the shower of the sea water, stroll in water.  

The fish jump out the surface of water hard, jump the blue sky dreamt of to it; The bird is dashing to the sea constantly, the ones that went to water of feeling were on intimate terms. The fish jump again and again, but always when the tail has not left the sea surface yet, drop very heavily, once fall to the bank, the sea water that it is rising tide rescues it; The bird is close to the sea again and again, but always towed by the wet feather while just embracing the sea water, it is its friend that helps it to flee from the dangerous situation again and again.  

The fish are unwilling to give up, because it feels the blue sky and calls it; The bird is unwilling to give up, because it thinks the sea is its real home. In this way, fish and bird try to be close ceaselessly, but all while they are close to the dream, close to the death.

The fish say to the bird, " you were in the sky, should hover. "
The bird says to the fish, " you were in the sea, should swim. "
The fish say to the bird, " if flying bird and fish can be in love, then where do we nest? " The tears of the fish fall in the sea.
The bird says to the fish, is " looking at me, I tell you an answer. " The bird flies into the sky for the last time.

In an instant, the bird is from sky to underriding of sea, no, it is the fish marching on towards her; Just in an instant, the fish left the deep sea to jump to the high altitude unexpectedly, no, it was the bird which met him. Fish and bird gather around tightly, everything has stopped  

Nobody has known too much and long on earth, fluctuate for several times in the blue sea of mulberry field, time passes mercilessly, a pair of lovers have found and embraced the fossil of bird and fish together in the museum.

Longing for the love sillily of flying bird and fish, it is painful endlessly to let each other, but that kind of agony, but a happy part. They are too happy really, go back in and the spring of going in spring, spread in the mind of everybody, only have bright memory left  

Sincere maize

8.01.2009, 10:39 AM

  In a autumn, I only bought boiling the maize of a stall owner, because this has to boil the maize and boils the maize otherly differently and thinly and glutinously and softly and fragrantly and sweetly. At last one day, I can't help inquiring stall owner's cause among them, this was out of the common and glutinous and soft and fragrant and sweet from the uncomplicated time difference originally. The boiling the maize of this stall owner was plucked on the same day, every one is that the stall owner selects in person, and pluck and finish before nine o'clock in the morning at the latest, preserving and the tender maize that the burning sun shine suddenly and violently is plump and fresh. And the maize that pluck back is only needed through simple treatment - --Boil at once bringing and selling.
  I have never thought it has been so persistent with sincerity that one will be invested to boil maize, in this way I become the most loyal customer of this stall owner. This lets a part that I bring sampling this unexpected harvest on the whole autumn made joyful and settled down too.
  However, a friend's warning lets this of mine made joyful and settled down during very short time but Ga is stopped. She tells me, what composition this out of the common and glutinous and soft and fragrant and sweet must have added. The sweet taste especially among them, it is said some retailers are in order to increase the sweet taste of the maize, with the sugar or saccharin while boiling the maize. This makes me extremely depressed, the previous one is joyful and settling down to turn into the anger suddenly rightly and uneasily.
  Whole what I begin to recall one's own "  Deceived " Course: For example the shoes and trousers corner of stall owner keep thick mud steep, such as stall owner at the face modest and courteous all the time   Perhaps all these one is "  Make a show " . But fortunately, another friend of mine is disapproving after hearing, she tells me: Do not just shell the crust of the maize down and taste. The crust is as sweet as maize, put the sugar or saccharin; Such as otherwise, nothing is put.
  I getting stunned, this piece so simple verification method, stunned why produce doubt and idea to seek card any at all before this on oneself.
  I have remembered a sentence of sincere advice of the hole sage's: "One is heard but say on the way, morality is abandoned. " Those firmly believe but to this person not producing any doubt, the ones that hurt or a friend, a family deeply, or a group is even a trade.
  Perhaps it is " food crisis " one by one Let us produce terrible regular thinking tendency; Perhaps it is our soul that is indebted to the dust, has isolated original happiness and pureness; Desire and mixing and letting us abandon sincerity and trust inadvertently confusingly that may be too many  
  Can't say the first friend of mine says, I am willing to believe her good will and more sincerity. I want to express gratitude to the second friend, it is her sagacity and reason that let me find one's own ignorance.
  I have tasted the leaf of those maize, do not have sweet taste. Now, I a gratified one oneself adopt any action let down those sincere maize most..

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Miss mood

7.01.2009, 05:20 AM

Send one bunch at a distance for you, long memory, not only a concern, there are more blessings.

Time fade past event perhaps, space isolate each other perhaps, worth, treasure, it is still intimate friendly feelings.

If this is a dream, I wish this is the dream not waking up, because have you in the dream, in love in the dream.

I am a lonely captain, tear a sail loved, circulate and swing along your eyes wave, wait for you to guide the direction for me.

I take your sweet and warm memory to you beautifully at one's side, tell that past event beautiful detailedly, looks forward to that beautiful one for tomorrow.

The flower, in bloom your honest soul, I am smelling its perfume greedily.

Dense, is overflowing from your pure love, I suck it lustily, hide on the bottom of heart.

I do not know why, after parting, your shade wants to lose always in the heart, can't put aside, want to hide from, can not escape.

People after not parting, know what ask, miss perhaps; After missing, just understand further what should be treasured.

Your estate agent is lifted in the sky, while waving, I know ripe season has already come, it was the happiness of the love that waited for me.

Let I one infatuation, all over the sky blessing, with to point raft poem draft ocean that, float towards you.

Wish more your heart is a piece of sea, I would rather do a pearl shellfish, so long as collected by the sea  

Melodious happy song, warm world of the exhibition face, has brought a scene of joy and happiness, belong to you, belong to me.

I am by missing the heart which contains me, is hiding the deep friendship in the pistil, during this beautiful season, covet a dense blessing of yours.

A copy of deep friendly feelings, need sincere care and trust, this is a kind of rare fate, should treasure well while having it.

Miss you, it seems to have no difference. In the sun, at the night, in every instant in a trance.

After parting, leave a feeling, leave a care, leave a dense miss  

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