Tuesday, January 18, 2011

True calm down to read


In the new city oversleeping, there won't be bold in door, straight rang rang: "the sun to bask in every ass! Don't get up!" Those old city neighbor, criticism you probably won't too hidden.

The traditional and the modern, in the new and old city of joints. A book is a city of fellowguy, many people would oneself stealth among them, foot vexed read away, like walking into a shi-zhen quiet streets, where flowers have sell, dew have sell, experience, lessons are sold are sold, but friendship does not sell, love doesn't sell, sincere don't sell... True calm down to read the person, actually is wandering in a old city.

Flow day living color, slant someone like old city bleak old watts, white wall, collect those mottled blue, ChengZhuan and gramophones, desk clock, copper, ancient paintings... Even brighter linger, that one fell full years of dust, a top homespun carve patterns or designs on woodwork wood gauze account on bedstead, a banana stalk, even the corner an old Trojan barrels, also amaze and kind.

No comments:

Post a Comment