In fact, sometimes, to see a mirror like water, always want to put into a stone, the birth of a whirlpool, swing out fluctuations, layers of ripples, can rock into fluctuations, but in my heart ripple concusses to open, so that I Hung Up, a long time can not be calm Dr Reborn.
In fact, sometimes, micro Mo walking in the countryside, the twilight glow hit, like going into a color film, persistent to birdsong is the soundtrack, only some strange, why the beautiful scene is always close to the end.
In fact, sometimes, static in the troubles of the rain, the window, lost my heart, want to enter the staggered in the rainy season, look forward to The heavenly maids scatter blossoms., Vimalakirti don't dye.
In fact, sometimes, pass by a cemetery, at a grave, ideas will be drilling deep, which will have a story. Some are rich and colorful, some dull for everything, even if that your non rich, even food and clothing are worrying, this grave.
In fact, sometimes, the gallery flowers always makes several bee butterfly, want to come forward to look carefully, how to gather honey, long pause, but afraid of each other frightened.
In fact, sometimes, I perceived that strains of aloe seems can not help but winter, have withered like, would like to give it a greenhouse, through the winter, then a layer of thin film on the cover, but let it from the root to the heart broken, completely die.
In fact, sometimes, I can in the ordinary life found many accidental extraordinary.
Occasionally, stood tall,Dr Reborn every lights looked down at night, a light to a home, a world, a family of some mediocre, some rich, some have rest sleep, some is fun, it is undeniable that is full of life.
By chance, see the captive birds in the cage, even though I did not laugh at it bound, I also dare not open it, because I feel that it's eyes are full of sarcasm, ridicule me in shackles, the factory is not a big shackle?
Occasionally, in the hustle and bustle, stream of people staggered crossroads, trance to see everyone seems to be hanging in a book, and some just see the title of the book, some see the title page, although some gel content, remains elusive, Jue dysphagia.
By chance, against the wind, close a door, when the moment it together, heart suddenly have shed, feel is not a door shut, but the whole world. Whether later outside the precarious has nothing to do with me?
Occasionally, in black as ink the night see a light, always thought not fireflies is a will-o '- the wisp, but never thought is a guest. Fireflies are natural, wildfire is fit, the guest is life, I think of nature, fit, but did not think of life.
Occasionally, lying in bed, nothing to think, suddenly felt he was being hollowed out, turned out another me, stood looking at myself, in front of the bed mock, ridicule, you how so lonely night?
By chance, I found everything in life in happening silently, whether our attention or not, it has quietly along the secular orbit, meticulously appear. As the field of the valley a lily, with or without people watching, it will show their most beautiful years. This all natural essence, only a pair of net eye, a meditation to see Dr Reborn.