http://www.blogigo.com/travelalone en simpleamy simpleamy Fri, 17 Jul 2009 06:22:50 +0200 daily 1 Because need to be calm. Fond of play by nature, wilful unruly, ignore the rule, it is to need closing. From manic and uneasy, feeling listless helpless slowly, cool down of the fear finally, have rolled up and gone to sleep in the corner gradually, while waking up, should realize it was a big dream originally, see in the darkness all, calm trend light source, regain the freedom of soul. If this kind of mood can be adapted as a section of dances, this kind is entangled with how the dancer should behave, this kind begins to be rotten from viscera, dig soul into an empty shell finally, Prevent any perceptual spreading with the rational thought. Jackson take, another legend leave, a excessive one say I think he should move earlier, the ones that leave all are unable after surmounting, magnificent curtain call, such a legend is finished dying of illness, the enough legend, has not met the most legendary definitions of people unavoidably. But think about it again, it is perhaps perfect that it is... Fri, 17 Jul 2009 06:22:50 +0200 http://www.blogigo.com/travelalone/The-noisy-child-should-close-the-black-house/4/ http://www.blogigo.com/travelalone/The-noisy-child-should-close-the-black-house/4/ There are pleasant places of a lot of scenery in the hometown but my favorite place is that stretch of small bamboo grove on the mountain in the back of my home. It is a cradle that I am happy in childhood. In spring, small lovely bamboo shoot, fall over each other to break ground and happen, height, the head is sharp and sharp, extremely lovely. Wrapped up in many layers of bamboo shoot shells their body, because this is their most dangerous moment, they or baby, bamboo mother afraid they want, dig, move, wipe out fond of good food person or animal, so one layer charters him one is durable. I only found a small bamboo shoot that just burst out from underground at that time, will cry in pleasant surprise. Will also be tripped over on the ground by the sharp sharp head that just rose once in a while when running in the bamboo grove, but stand up not to rub oneself thrown the knee that aches, but climb up at once, see loving whether to injure the small bamboo shoot to destroy. Summer, those... Thu, 08 Jan 2009 09:09:00 +0100 http://www.blogigo.com/travelalone/Bamboo-grove-in-the-hometown/3/ http://www.blogigo.com/travelalone/Bamboo-grove-in-the-hometown/3/     Travel alone , on the way, watch the scenery which skims over the window.     Whenever at this time, I could perceive clearly, I have already left the position that oneself has stood, leave one's own usual life style, the ones that went to review the life are passing, see the direction that oneself walks clearly too. One, because have a lot of time to think, the all right fine long hair smiles without hesitancy, shed tears.     Sometimes, I, for once moving passingly; Sometimes, my baffled sadness; Sometimes, I drop oneself say clearly tears of reason either, everything baffled, it is the regret.     Frequently, had no way of missing in the past, lost the little yellow photo, the sound in the telephonograph is noisy gradually, the appearance in memory is fuzzy gradually, stretch out hands, can not stress anything. However, some total things stay in bottom the place the most of our life, the trace of the depth, when attention is skimmed over gently, will not feel... Tue, 06 Jan 2009 05:06:26 +0100 http://www.blogigo.com/travelalone/Travel-alone/2/ http://www.blogigo.com/travelalone/Travel-alone/2/ Travel alone , on the way, watch the scenery which skims over the window. Whenever at this time, I could perceive clearly, I have already left the position that oneself has stood, leave one's own usual life style, the ones that went to review the life are passing, see the direction that oneself walks clearly too. One, because have a lot of time to think, the all right fine long hair smiles without hesitancy, shed tears. Sometimes, I, for once moving passingly; Sometimes, my baffled sadness; Sometimes, I drop oneself say clearly tears of reason either, everything baffled, it is the regret. Frequently, had no way of missing in the past, lost the little yellow photo, the sound in the telephonograph is noisy gradually, the appearance in memory is fuzzy gradually, stretch out hands, can not stress anything. However, some total things stay in bottom the place the most of our life, the trace of the depth, when attention is skimmed over gently, will not feel pain, only a warmth    ... Tue, 06 Jan 2009 05:06:00 +0100 http://www.blogigo.com/travelalone/Travel-alone/1/ http://www.blogigo.com/travelalone/Travel-alone/1/