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.  

Mushroom is a hard work, many men are far behind things, riding back and forth consumption on the road of the time for 4 ~ 5 hours, because only that no one went in the deep mountains and forests to gather high quality mushroom. If your body has no definite endurance, no good riding skill, let alone one foot deep shallow one foot away those deep in the woods of large Tata pier, was a mushroom sitting there, let you get, you have taken back. While my colleagues, although is a woman, is the master of mushroom. Every year she mountain mushrooms, home is always in the first time to mushroom pictures sent to the mobile phone, sent to the space, a piece of attractive photos let me indulge in pleasures without stop in her room, the white - cap of white mushrooms in the green grass partly hidden and partly visible, one, two, three, five, eight...... Thick, layer upon layer, and they like "the long-awaited, veiled." Pipa female, somewhat shy, with some gentle stretching into the distance. The yellow tree pillar mushroom? In a circle, a layer, in order to the accumulation in the thousand year old pine tree pillar at the foot of the chastity, mushroom like and this thousand year old pine is one of the plant root, let a person look not only have the desire to eat, more want to gather desire .
The mushroom as colleagues, let me happy, let me crazy, let me also suspect that I suspect is not deep in the woods there lived a mushroom fairy spring sowing the seeds, mushrooms, autumn is waiting for hard-working people to pick, or the photograph of the mushroom like how the kind of like? Colleagues said photos taken are she met fairy ring at the time, never touches the fairy ring, like look for a needle in a haystack, stem walk see mushroom...... Watching her photos, listen to her about the hardships of tramp over mountains and through ravines; across large Tata pier tired; through the birch forest of joy; found in the mushroom lap click into place; after seeing so many mushrooms do not know from where mining excitement...... My thoughts are with her about the ups and downs, excited. Feeling her mood, experience with her happy, could not help but think of "ong Ting Ji" in the "ulterior motives, care in the landscape also." The famous, the same mushroom significance not. How many mushrooms sold how many money, but picking process and this mood.
A magnified colleague mushrooms as a colleague, aftertaste that wonderful story, my heart seems to fly to the primeval forest, my feet seemed to have stepped into the mushroom circle Elevit...... But those mountains in the distance, picking mushrooms for me, for my body, I'm afraid is a difficult dream.