Autobiography [Tags: author] fly (not) to fly VOL1 Overture This is my first album. A collection of my years of life and perception of life bit by bit. Let us grow cruel, so we become stronger. If life is not as you imagine, then, please open hand, fragmented break free of the breadth and width of the bar life. Although, some people could not find the river of time, and some things, scattered in the wind, disappeared. Fortunately, those who have been touched by heart hidden flowing in the veins stubborn, proud to Shou so I can smile. This is a love of the city. I look forward to flying with you. VOL2 streamer remember what started from, I grew a hair. I even have changed the screen name This is a little awkward sounding name, as a man, get yourself a name so hypocritical crazy resentment inevitably move ridiculed. Fleeting so long so scared, young and frivolous, ignorant, smile wind Feelings water, past the past, could not bear to stop, could not bear to look back. Even the time to stop and take a breath do not give, streamer easy to throw, but, what is the relationship? VOL3 continue Guangzhou in April, and sometimes rain. Even with the rain, I never umbrella. People of faith, even if the rain-soaked, it will only feel the sun’s warmth. This is the 2009 April, sunny window. VOL4 fireworks My name is FOURTEEN, 14, the number of two hard-edged, angular, sharp exposure to a glance. Is my lucky number, and also my birthday. This is a lively figure, this day, has a dubious air and vulgar big red roses. The book says, people born this day has extraordinary romantic temperament, in my opinion, sounded really makes around the corner. everyone think I should be a very sunny person, did not notice the sadness my heart faint mischief. the sun is a wonderful word,mont blanc pen, ah, vibrant, sun-drenched, all recovery. I like the gold rush lofty shed body in that moment, that moment, I once thought he was God. I would habitually shakes, thick hair like the slightest wind through the vast wilderness. At that time, I will use the angle to 45 degrees looked at you, warm sun, my eyes there are no blurred. I am 27 years old, living for me, is an unknown fireworks. VOL5 flavor products I have a huge wrist watch. I always feel a taste of the man should have a table. If you have money, they should for a better table, which is the manifestation of a mature man. I never watch the round error,montblanc pen, orderly, it ticking, like me at this time of life, never deviant, passion irreducible. not a simple table, it is my time to manage. VOL6 China World memories is a virtue. My university is blooming branches of the Kapok, hot and bold. Young years without raising his hand as if you can hit. At that time I have a good time and a man in Xinjiang, he Jiao KEN, 1 m 9 high. We eat together every day, with hot women, they are people who do not understand life, one month’s living expenses, all to eat, drink. More than a week to run out to the next two weeks on the sad, and had to go inside the shop frequented credit, including meals. Constraints for some time, we eat two steamed buns every morning, noon endured eat, eat ten at night buns! Ridiculous years ah. Class is basically not on. Classroom on the grounds that other classes can go around, the way a little robbery color. If you find beautiful, the boys called her to sit next to another location, and then I sat in the past, and she chatted while days, then, if you can, rubbing each other, bright spark. vanity is quietly flowing powder finger, melody love, talk about the situation, mixing in between different types of girls, sucking flowers of honey. Peacefulness, night life, stimulate and fatigue life, the end is not my heart wanted. bored, I sat at the window, outside the hustle and bustle of the world, my soul, lonely and miserable. If you do not know Z, I think I may still million flowers dancing. VOL7 inch light now appears, I and Z is met with a mysterious force of traction, somewhere someone to take her over, then said to me This is what you’re looking for. Apply a very formulaic words: fate, ah, fate. summer of that year the sun never seems so sinister, like me anxious youth. In the evening, I was lying on the couch watching TV inclined, someone called my sister downstairs, then up, and took a thing (dinosaur model), she was standing on my doorstep, white shirt, dark blue denim skirt, crooked thick braids wearing a crooked way. Corridor lights blink from behind to her, gave her a beautiful shadow. I stared an instant, swans come, a soft heart on the part suddenly burst, and those who look forward to numerous pieces, a little bit came from a dream, put together into such a real side. I looked at her smiling, gestures, profile, turned, and disappeared in the door, a slight footsteps, reminding us of scenes fantasy. VOL8 hit love I asked her sister to the phone, but my sister refused to give me anyway, and would not tell me her name. I instinctively find cell phones from the sister of a phone, my first feeling is she. miss is a torment, it tormented me, let me haggard. Three days later, I decided to send her a message, tell her I love her. I thought for a long time, I’m afraid I would scare her rash, weighing around me, Shy occupy my body, I was moved to look at my phone, the end is the courage to pick up. The fate of the horn is sounded, boosting it over and over again in my chest. us through text chat, the next afternoon, I feel the need to give her a call, I was very nervous, did not think everything is so smooth, we talked happily, and then agreed third day at 5 pm more common faces. That afternoon, I think the time is too slow, and very nervous, a lot of worries, fear, after she met me, I feel bad. Time to her than I first far to see a girl, sat in the library door, she recognized me, and she was very easy-going, we talked happily. later, the well-being come, the sweet overwhelming. VOL9 world around University of bizarre, change can change things, derivative or destroyed. Left, right, and I have been dyeing this world colorful. the day after graduation seemed more into the air too much complex society, between people are no longer simple, not simple. Investment Promotion Bureau to do in a few months later, I asked myself, this is the life you want? A cup of tea, a newspaper, placid days out of water, I almost saw his N years later, only white hair, dark by wrinkles. Then, out, to do such business, to do that kind of business. Traveling in China, most of the territory, and dealing with all kinds of people, the noble soul of the roll bending, head down, piled laugh, do humble themselves, tasting the living. But things sorry things, I lost the next business field. This sapped my experience, simply recall all the previous transactions of RMB can not help but sadly trouble, as the situation, it is not a businessman can afford to dream of. life experience make me more mature, but failed to tell me more toward the very successful further. next stop, Guangzhou. VOL10 dormant three legendary birds can not ming, three years does not fly. I envy it. I have no way of pointing to others indifferent. Gossip, is the real poison, colorless and tasteless, rotten bones hearts and minds. I do the design. In the face of the idea seemed so insignificant money. A time of submission, so I am even more perseverance, and more with explosive. Not to dominate the thinking of those who do market serfs. Some things people do not understand, the level of art, far from people and I can hold a candle to happen. There will be lonely Oh, highbrow, uncontested top dog-like and apathy. three years was a watershed. I have been waiting for an opportunity, one day, you can be yourself again. VOL11 fly Now, I stand roof, on top of a blue sky. I am with open arms, such a position only one step away from the fly. VOL12 good wish If you are a certain street in St. Augustine, melancholy walk to see a young blonde shawl, that was me. Please do not and I say hello, do not smile for me, please stop your outstretched hand, to withdraw your eyes, then looked up, if you happen to have a white cloud drifting away from the head, that is I have for you blessing. Please be assured that one day I will fly again. like contemporary prose books