夢裡的孤獨

Gently close the book on the last page, fundus without independent emerge out of your face, as if you never leave. I remember the first time I meet you, will be your poem touched by the sincere feelings touched. goliath v2 At that time I thought: what is a young how man ah! Until I finished reading this book is known only to you, you are like the lotus like man, but also a very unlucky man.
I think you are happy. You as a reincarnation of Darai, although the day was born with a vision, but your parents still treat them like ordinary children do, let you and the children of the same age play allows you to have a happy childhood, they would not tell the truth about you, because they know the identity not only brought glory and bring the responsibility, how could they let their children to bear such a heavy responsibility. However, they forget. The paper finally bag is not the fire. That terrible day finally arrived as a nightmare. On that day the wind whistling in the dark, the light of the sunset, a pair of big hands shackles you young shoulders, blocking your way home, cut off the fetters of you and the lovely girl.

So you have with them to Potala Palace, the countless people are longing for a place. "West wind Xie Huacheng mud, bees and butterflies to each fragrant dust cry. Love unknown fate had done before, Jian Mo Fu heartbroken poetry." That night, in front of the lamp to write down your tears.
I think, you are happy. You practice hard in the mountains for three years, finally one day, you find a path to the mountain road, you put on clothes, wearing a wig, while the night, quietly to the foot of the mountain, that is what you have been longing for a place ah. You like from the Canary cage, still free to walk on the street, you handsome appearance, attracted countless girl's attention. In the octagonal wells tavern, you and the beautiful girl Dawazhuoma love at first sight, then you every night here with her. In her to meet with you, to experience you this three years have never had the pleasure. "Live in Potala Palace, I is the largest king. Wandering in the streets of Lhasa, I was the world's most beautiful lover." That night you smile to write Serviced apartment.