Pursue her olive

Last night with a bunch of friends in KTV, friends sang a song San Mao "olive": "Do not ask where I come from, my hometown in the distance, why stray wandering far away ... ...?" Long-lost songs, deep I am deeply touched. Remember Haizi once said: "Apart from the distant distant nothing." However, in my heart, but it is how long for the distance. Imaginary distance apart from the distant, but also full of "dream Olive Tree", and numerous expectations. I think maybe that is the name I used to do the real reason the olive bar. I like the olive trees, not only because it is a symbol of peace, I love the lush and timeless. So, in private I alone out in the olive tree of life.
Some say the place is not familiar landscape. In fact, not without scenery, but the scenery is all too familiar, the lack of mystery, from the United States, naturally, there is no suspense. A novel, a scene plays, the lack of suspense to attract readers and viewers can not imagine what will happen. The writer, the suspense is to allow readers to expect a miracle, is the art world from afar. For ordinary people, so, too, the reason colorful life, a better reason why is because there is always such suspense, mysterious distance that we look forward to.
Walk the journey of life, whether you are young or old, whether you live whether you are happy, deep down, is always hidden in the dream of the future, far away filled with hope. Road connecting the distant, extending far we desire. Thus, we can not help but fall in love with travel, fell in love with "the dream of olive trees." San Mao, the distance in pursuit of life and love, hugging the homeless, writing on her with a chic and beautiful for a lifetime pursuit. Her life, though short, live poetry, live free and easy. "Dream of the Olive Tree" is supported by San Mao's own life and emotional power.
In the lonely night, I often long for the distance. Far away, in the north, the north leaves, enlarged my heart, but also expanded my dream. Moon full of water like, Su Jie and sad. In the distance, soaring alone, reproduction romantic. Where bridges, reflects a lot of warm eyes. In the distance, there must be a beautiful olive tree, waiting at a certain junction, a one mountain, one of a stream. That is where past life is doomed, passionate and romantic place after San Mao. Do not seek the Buddha five centuries before, as long as a petal, a piece of red leaves, you can run into. The root of wandering, still buried deep in the South, stay in my hometown. Home of the river, has been quietly naked in a dream, silently flowing. Big fish laden with fish. Shore birds are sleeping, a nestling another, no one can decipher the gentle passwordCheap ClothesJuniors DressesLED LightRenault can clipbmw gt1Aluminium Powder led lightSEO ServicesReplica Watches

Late years

Was a wake-up time, found himself sitting on a white Xin station. The good red road Xie young woman, stood up, ready to get off. Vehicles by the station. The occasion of passing with the woman, a clear voice of the Spirit of your ear.
"Miss, you know? Sinking your mole on the back of the hand is a man thousands of years ago the tears and blood."
Bai Xin Lengle Leng, a woman looked puzzled hastily get off.
Back, left hand draped over his right hand, swept his right hand thumb on the back of the mole. If the woman in the ears. This is not the first time someone her about it. Sleep when the mind will always have a voice, a thousand years ago the low state of love story. That sounds like the wind brought in, sometimes clear, sometimes misty. Suddenly, white Xin stopped. She found that women dream of the sound and the sound is the same.
Summer, white Xin suddenly a kind of exposure to ice-cold feeling.
Hunhunee way through the day. Went to the bus station next to the white Xin plan properly relax. This time around may be too busy, too busy to tell some of fantasy and reality.
"Miss Bai."
Heard the clear voice of the Spirit, white Xin shuddered. Some turned around stiffly, her alert and asked: "how do you know my name is white?"
Women smiled and said: "this world, very few things that I do not know. Years ago, you name white. Years later, you naturally white name."
Bai Xin frowned. She pretended to be easily said: "I think, years ago, I would not be called Bai Suzhen, right?"
"You do not call Bai Suzhen. Years ago, you called white Xin."
Woman looked at her eyes was very strange, white-Xin can not help but shiver. She clasped his hands of the handbag, put a calm and said: "I do not believe in ghost is said, You Do not tell me that years later these things years ago, and I'm not interested."
Women's smile deepened. She held out her hand, holding the white Xin wrist, leaned slightly pale face, "Why do not you take a trip with me and see me in the end is true or nonsense."
White eyes staring at the woman closely, it seems to be confused, and she nodded her head, leaving women with her to leave.


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