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　似乎遗忘的角落里，仍在努力的记忆着什么......

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                 Now it is wonderful to see the sunshine everyday . No sun no sun has gone .Blue sky ,white snow and ice are still one part of my life.

                 Everyday thinking and thinking .Suddenly , find New Year is coming soon in China.That is a great ,excited and wonderful time .Feeling the time is going as flight. OK...

 

                 Happy New Year!--- My family ,my friends ...And have a luck in a new year,for you and for myself.

 

                 Godt Nytt År!

            Now,I have to face to the fact that there is no sunny everyday. When i wake up ,maybe in the morning ,maybe in the afternoon.It always looks like so duck outside ,this is a crazy place,a crazy weather.

            No sun no power.So the colourful outside-world is disappear in my life ,only leaving the single ,the duck night.Only keeping the nice memery when I feel dull and lonely. At this time ,the dreams is going on in this small space.I don`t know which one is belonged to me,which is the real world...I am looking for ```.Maybe nothing ,maybe one night it will come ove to me.

            I am just expected to get ,to hold,to keep...

                         Not wind to make water to flow

                         It is low

                         It is a kind of distance

 

                         I look at the water by the moon

                         The flowing water ,glittering and translucent

                         It seems like a lot of shells to be abandoned in the beach

 

                          Spirit ,lowing and lowing snowly

                          In the deepth ,the thirst to been acrossed between history and me

                          The hand which is getting to the pottery ,and the jujube ,the finger is closed to

 

                          But it closed which is to face the endless and then get closed to the hopeless 

 

                           I am getting lower

                                            to let the river-water resist to the face

 

                          To listen to the ancient zither is played by the moon

                           A pretty song is singing by itself:

                                              `High hills which are out of the hills

                                                      Water which is inside the water`