Not easy to forget the years

Not easy to forget the old "fear of 15 months, the annual Mid-Autumn Festival afraid." People for the passage of time, often issued so sigh. This means that every month, 15 off, not much time left. Year? As long as the moon has passed, the back is the snow-ridden, time on numbered.
Life, a few years time, little time growing up hard, hard time middle-aged, middle age may be over, after years as Japan, it seems that suddenly it was twilight. So people often quote the words of the ancients: "by a river, saying: lost time is never around the clock!" Provincial police who have been.
However, past years, not always say "ma'am, a lot" of a fillip, as can be lightly wiped off, but the more recent old age, past more often float to the front cross, especially when the turn table no matter the old notebook person.
Life and meteoric rise by the way, of course, a lot of people, I can visualize their twilight years, "the wedding night, pass the examination time" food for thought with infinite charm; the rough life of those who are on a nameless pathos.

Today, no matter where I used to look, there looking through them quite a long past it clear presentation to my eyes.
This is more than ten years ago, a diary:

Life is a dream for Huan geometry, such as morning dew, Goes. This should be Caomeng De poetry.

"Life is a dream," I really do, year after year, month, day, such as in a dream. Nearly 10 Spring and Autumn, and I still do not know why this actually a thin paste, and a great piece of thin paste of the trend? In recent years, often to do dream at night, dream even think confusedly. After dawn, sometimes to pursue more off the total thin paste that was not from the rootless, but also far-fetched, actually better than young people, there is a star point of ridiculous meaning. However, many feel chaotic scenes as silk, good as absurd, if not for himself as for the reason for the dream, so they often give birth to some strange feelings. Later, over time, never go attentive, and the only allowed between the time a thin paste. Nevertheless, it is felt, sculptors gradually clear up: Bu Wei dream, it is that exchanges lodging, do not they seem to not have to, but Only for why they What?
I suspect that life is not one of the hair growth, but there is a huge but what is invisible manipulated, akin to that puppet scenes; who wishes to dominate their own by themselves, I am afraid only self-deception!
I recall when a young bull, I was kind of spirit: Li Pa Hentian not to, to no basket, I say; Monkey was finally suppressed in the Five Buddha mountain, but I regret its endless. Li Bai 5 out of Xijing eh, I can not help laughing, even disdain he was devout Buddhist. Evil has been deep in the dead of crying Ruan, Fu Fei Guo Tao Ran was born ... ..., even later, in distress, I find that Robert still remembered the black line of the poem: only black as their own the same land hands in order to liberate their land as black as the body of ... ...
But now, I could not say anything, as if middle-aged leap soil, but when I have nothing, just sitting alone in their shabby homes, quietly smoking my cigarette, looking unsure of the care. Runtu still seeking incense burner and candle holder, he was still uncertain of their own spiritual support; although I occasionally go to the temple secretly pray to Buddha, but totally not plead for Buddha Woo had this life itself.
Life is a dream! 46 Spring and Autumn it! Bad feeling in the moment, it is so long, like a dark centuries; can recall it, still less the moment. Perhaps, the remaining time numbered. This is life, a rush was worth mentioning, what? Front, may be looking for nothing, and can leave behind what they do?
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Now look here, still all mixed flavors, quietly between the situation can not be themselves.