绿帽优先

2016-09-27 22:42:24

How many good times in life do we truly know? The sun sets in the west and never returns. The cicadas' chirping is so noisy in summer, but the autumn wind sweeps them away, leaving them oblivious.

绿帽优先

2016-09-27 23:58:28

How many good moments in life do we truly know? The sun sets in the west, its light never to return. The cicadas' summer song is so noisy, but the autumn wind sweeps it away, leaving only ignorance. Don't try to outdo a log in height, nor argue with a rooster about being the first to rise. How many seconds of happiness do we have? Holding a cup of coffee and glancing at the clock. Ask me how to deal with troubles? Eight thousand miles away on Java Island.

绿帽优先

2016-09-28 00:14:03

How many good times in life do we know? They vanish with the setting sun. The cicadas' summer song is so noisy, but the autumn wind sweeps it away, leaving only ignorance. Don't try to outdo a log in height, or compete with a rooster in starting early. How many seconds of happiness are there? Sipping coffee and glancing at the clock. May that golden spear never fall, may colorful flags flutter and red banners wave. Let go of worries and troubles, and head to Java, eight thousand miles away.

驿动的心8

2016-09-28 10:19:02

My fellow villager has excellent writing skills.

123zxnm123

2016-09-30 14:26:46

Your writing is exceptional; reading your blog is so engaging. I hope we can become friends.

贝卢斯科尼

2016-10-01 11:51:14

Great writing, thumbs up!