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