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For the sky, I think of the grassland the sky is the most memorable, the clouds a piece of a piece of connect, like white silk float in the sky of forging, slowly float and the appearance of the move always lets a person feel comfortable.
In the morning, the sun from the east burst out, the diarrhea in the blue sky the one of the white dyed pink light, particularly good-looking, just see many, will have a deep love for them.
It was a few years ago, a man carrying a burden on an empty field station, the wind was touch face, I stood on the grass always look up at the sky, there is not a strong day dazzling sunlight, no black clouds, only a few black plume only the eagle of the circled overhead, posture is lonely.
That night I and a local sleep in a yurt, he said to me, to live here, always let a person feel clean.
I'm looking at him, not talking, just have been seriously to hear him tell the story.
Midnight, I can not sleep, will wake him up, he made two leaves for I blew poem called "the blue sky white cloud", heard my tears fell down. He CeGuo body has been looked at me and see me cry. In his hurry say, don't cry, you must think of some sad thing....... I am silent heart, but it is always empty, in fact I think of has been I spend about of youth.
That year, I don't know why, is especially like watching the sky.
3 migratory birds fly in the past, they left the head of memory, and only left no one another FeiDu between the trace.
I've been to the tarim basin, xinjiang and next door there a big chunk of the desert, then basin is surrounded by mountains, and have a lot of pieces of an oasis of weeds, stood in the pelvic, only see a thin the sky, QianHuiSe, give a person the feeling of damp. So a small face the sky, in my eyes like a deep lake, quietly, where there is not a ripple.
The desert sky is always hazy, almost could not see the color of the sky, sand body side, in a dense like drops of rain in the wind, piles of flying around, I don't know it to where the fly, perhaps they fly to there, and tomorrow today should be came back. They give people the feeling is disorder, with the wind. Our line of people with thick glasses and face mask, many sand play in our heavy leather, send out that low product sound.
Listen to a person say: the north and south poles of the sky is often is pale, appearing aging breath, also revealed the bleak landscape.
I think this is probably there perennial let it snow! The people familiar with the beauty of the cover, the beauty is people who can't bring the children and the.
I had thought that all the sky is the same, but stand in different position, the message visual difference.
Now I don't think so, such as time, as we grow older, our perception of time is also different.
The more I think I is gradually sky in the background, a few years from there to more than 20 years of age, the middle of the time in the palm to become a long list of ellipsis, most are forgotten, refreshed, finally feel as if it never happened.
I always said to myself, I'm a like to reality, the reality fantasy when when fantasy to memory. The results of that person that reality is lost, and the vision of the moment and the dialogue is attentive scene down, cherish in a very deep of the heart.
That is what I have been in the eighty s under the sky looked at the oncoming glide, from my youth to through, we will be between say to the other people: we stood in this piece of blue sky, never thought we still have much time to spend in the laughter of the unbridled, like a lost a blooming flowers, in heart out, make we at a loss.