Afternoon, after finishing things I went straight to open the goldsmith shops, small piece of the results chain saw in the morning have been sold, I was forced to elect the root, prize money, very thin, very delicate, small and middle peg teeth beads. For jewelry, I'm not interested, once bought, its value often depends on the extent of its love, your Ye Hao, cheap Ye Hao, price is not much sense. Recently, the neck favorite pendant is from the Lhasa Barkhor Street bought a small metal rod, inscribed with the Buddhist scriptures to read the text, only 10 dollars, I very rare.

    Where the jewelers spend nearly two hours only to find out already dusk. A small shop in the street drinking bowl, and then drove through downtown, to the outskirts of South Lake alone.

    This is a vast artificial lake, surrounded by clusters of European legislation with the brightly-colored buildings, full of flowers hanging on the windowsill. Lake, on the lawn in front of the church, filled with snow colored lily, people busily walking about at the wedding was held here. Swing in the lake's shallow, coastal species of many flowers,n September, a person's evening in late September and spent of course, thanks, but the fading leaves the middle, tall, with 32 full Lian Peng, still was beautiful.

    I rarely like this, a man walking alone, always think this looks like a lonely, it is inevitable to passers-by mistake, a stranger is of course not control, if the run into an acquaintance, would have to perfunctory 2. Guer I alone, mostly home at home. In fact, I very much want to enjoy this state of calm, a man, walk quietly, even really lonely, it is also a truth, like bedtime, sit in front of the mirror, lifted makeup Yen.

    I follow the wooden bridges, turn into a lake pavilion, Jimu look to the other side, the gradual expansion of the city, will be pushed to the farther and more distant fields. Vicinity of the fish in groups go hand in hand, struggling to swim to the lake, gray blue of the back draw ripples were moving like a trumpet. I am on wooden pillars, a friend called and said, I walk in the South Lake, to not? In fact, I do not necessarily insist that she come, just trance, the customary manner in a call. She really can not come, something happens. Well, it seems to me even more peace of mind in a person's world. I hung up the phone, turned to the road went deep.

    To the left, crossed a bridge, is a lake. Lake on the stone paths are curved narrow, because the higher water level, road is like tile in the water. I stepped to, coincidentally with an egret Man Youyou to fly, "Autumn of long-Sky color, sunset and the lone heron soar", the poet's words, prophecies general, implantation of the fundus of the evening after the millennium. I sat down at the stone fence, table really wide field of vision is, if extravagant blanket here, meditation or yoga repair, will certainly be a very beautiful thing.

    There are dark clouds sky light, while the buildings around the lake have been sequence neon light, and cover the spot between the trees the grass, reflecting the house was sparkling, the reflection with wave fluctuations, shiny PCC. Moist wind blowing on the lake, and the melodious music. Really beautiful song, one take one, as well as the familiar melody of the opera. Not far away, water fountain with jumping rhythm dance, music, acoustic, lingering intertwined, it is aware of this matter outside the heart is an illusion ... ... I listen alone, eyes swept over the lake,White Maternity Wedding Dresses sinking into the quiet world of a person, as if the other side high-rise under construction, but also as Smart notes in this twilight gradually softening, sinking. Light and shadow in flash Gondola boat silhouette, only it is brisk, as previously seen in fish, glide surface of the ridge.

    When the beloved "speak softly love" with the sound of rushing water Sharp sounded natural, as if heaven's rain, splashing through the whole earth, grasses and budding flowers and struggling, I completely hit by this evening. Did not expect this man's views, I can also push upwardly the distance. Passing around more and more people, but it does not matter, I've moved on.

    A month ago, I still far in Tibet, and the plateau compared to the silence, here is noisy. Add Charlie's way off, blocking the measure in the dream I Ramla, causing that side lakes, increasingly Youyuan mystery. There have been numerous times Thinking back, I sat in the field and see the mountains and the whirring of the wind passing over the lake, from the gods of the mirror for inspiration. Aspiration failed to reach. But now, I inadvertently touched static, touch to its end, the beating rhythm. I float in the air, with the attendant fall into another world, deep hole, like a small, dust.

    Gradually, late, increasingly wet cool air, as if bare arms were covered with thin dew. "Heaven and Autumn, and turns feeling hurt, gold Double Ninth near the British know." - Really is the fall in the end, the grass came the insect is far from happy or sad song. At this time, Juaner sent text messages asking where I am concerned whether the movie. I say he runs the lake, not a strike, too late.

    Late, but more and more people walking. I rose to leave, when Speed died on the long bridge over the Jinjiang River, strange, even under the warm orange lights not pedestrian,Black Wedding Dresses walk, walk, busy there, I again got into the bustling market, where lost in the illuminated . Congee shop in another, it seems to closing time, evening, and I finished out porridge, that is, standing there, in between the crowd to Juaner phone, that I now faced with two choices, either to the movies, or walking, one person.

    In September, one evening, unwittingly become the epitome of one side - life and life is left blank, or deep, or shallow.