In My Dreams

There was once a guy who was very much in love with a girl　Neo Derm Beauty Box. This romantic guy folded 1000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl. Although. at that time he was just a small executive in his company, his future didn't seem too bright, they were happy together. Until one day. his girl told him she was going to Paris and would never come back. She also told him that she can't visualize any future for the both of them. So they'd better go their own ways there and then一heartbroken, the guy agreed.

When he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging’his body and mind just to make something out of himself. finally with all these hard work and with the help of friends, this guy set up his own company.

"You never foil until you stop trying," he always told himself," Imust make it in life!"

On a rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his ex-girlfriend's parents. With a heart in getting back at`' them, he drove slowly beside the couple　Neo Derm Beauty Box, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan, he wanted them to know that he wasn't the same anymore, he had his own company, car, condo, etc. He had made it in life.

Before the guy can realize, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and he got out of his car and followed them... and he saw his ex-girlfriend, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone... and he saw his precious paper cranes in a bottle placed beside her tomb.

Her parents saw him. He walked over and asked them why this had happened.

They explained. She did not leave for France at all. She was stricken ill with cancer. In her heart, she had believed that he would make it someday　Neo Derm Beauty Box, but she did not want her illness to be his obstacle. . .

Therefore she had chosen to leave him.

She asked her parents to leave his paper cranes by her side, if one day the destiny brings him here, he could take some back home.

The guy just wept. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them but knowing you can't have them and will never see them again.

I wait for him to say something like HKUE ENG, "Ah, yes! Ketut Liyer! Old medicine man who died just last week--so sad when venerable old medicine man passes away . . ."

Mario asks me to repeat the name, and this time I write it down, assuming I'm pronouncing something wrong. Sure enough, Mario brightens in recognition. "Ketut Liyer!"

Now I wait for him to say something like, "Ah, yes! Ketut Liyer! Insane person! Arrested last week for being a crazy man . . ."

But he says instead, "Ketut Liyer is famous healer." "Yes! That's him!"

"I know him. I go in his house. Last week I take my cousin HKUE amec, she needs cure for her baby crying all night. Ketut Liyer fixes it. One time I took American girl like you to Ketut Liyer's house. Girl wanted magic to make her more beautiful to men. Ketut Liyer draw magic painting, for help her be more beautiful. I tease her after that. Every day I tell her,

'Painting working! Look how beautiful you are! Painting working!' "

Remembering the image Ketut Liyer had drawn for me a few years ago, I tell Mario that

I'd gotten a magic picture myself from the medicine man once. Mario laughs. "Painting working for you, too!"

"You don't want to be more beautiful to men Dream beauty pro hard sell?" he asks, understandably confused.

I say, "Hey, Mario--do you think you could take me to visit Ketut Liyer someday? If you're not too busy?"

"Not now," he says.

Just as I'm starting to feel disappointed, he adds, "But maybe in five minutes?"

A pen stopped her departure , like out of the hole, escape from the opposite wall, like accidentally drowned in tears, can not find novel beautiful fragment, only wading out, like to see an unidentified woman, in love psychographic. The dream of the precursor, are you clean the body, like the wind blowing a little finger and distant fields as beautiful white chrysanthemum. From signed to the end of Zhang, content of the novel are legitimate, in I call you dear, you some confused in panic incessantly in the escape, as if I were a burden on the stoop, just call you choose the road to flee.

Stranded in the voice of the night, as the residue at the end of the dream, everything is so far the like in tears accumulate a difficult to eager. I like to see all the Acacia like with a pillow, all in soft love, are the highlight of balderdash. Romance is really beautiful, I can not so humorous jumped up, even if is Yimapingchuan, also can not cover up like the stormy sea adventure. The waves still, the waterfall water mountain, like over the mysterious moat, all relics left behind, is a beautiful love completely. Like in the elevator, in the delivery of up and down, all the concepts produced, the emergence of such row upon row and one beautiful outline, like in front of the flash.

Miss that wants to reveal still used the white, miss the appearance of the soft shame, miss the Yushulinfeng beauty and nestled in the waterfall in the water feeling. Stone and stone with a kiss birds pecked at the hard dream , from unexpected in found a person, like emerges from a stone, birds escape, leave all the way to open the door of voice.

You can imagine, all eyes are on the fly, search for the effect of the aroma, shape, made me sleepless nights. Whether it is a soft touch, I like being harassed, I can not forget that beautiful level, such as long in the dream, in the heart, so the pain. Like standing in the corner of the window, through the beautiful glass, see the carved like woman, full of my desire website promotion agency.

I have not be absent, I will then systemic heart investment, like a beautiful man foolishly look at a sunflower, like appreciate paintings by Van Gogh sunflowers, lifelike rising out of the fire, like the flame, is so inextinguishable, like in the heart of brightly lit, the fire burned more more full, burn the flame.

Love is the beauty of this? Although it is a small sunflower, but can draw on the eye-catching hot love, it is not easy. Only Van Gogh's heart knows the truth of love.

At the moment, everything is like in all the repeated and low-key Wind sways grass., are to follow the prescribed order. As in the edge of things fire, in the shoot at random the dream, hit the nail on the head that beautiful. For wind and rain all over the floor of the imagination, is then the chance, the prior green earth and earth verdant scenery, I really can't again to describe the, too deep for the life that I stop not annihilate, didn't look at the beauty of the lovely, sunflower beautiful open. My shadow is like flashing in the corner of the lane, the floating illusion, so that I have

Is a series, or repeated coming. I like to find my predecessor is beautiful, such as in the night of the alley to roll up her photo, like the high hanging on my dream tower, I think it is not enough, only to see a copy, also do not have it. I also like in the drawer of my dream, catch your heart, I want to turn off are closed or not, the I jump so flustered , have been intoxicated with her to.

If a person has not been in the marriage, then, this person's feelings are not full. Like autumn's mature season, still feel empty food, will be in the wind. While those heavy particles, quietly fell on the ground, they are waiting for the next seed, blossom fruit. The latter has absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, feeling rich, emotional intelligence is very high, is a relatively good biology population, the probability of being eliminated some low. At that time, if not Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit, there would be no human. I am this is from a biological point of view of the biological reproductive law, if you oppose my point of view, please come up with evidence of biology, we can discuss .

From the biological significance, enrich people's emotion, dared to defy the shackles of marriage, to find love in the world, is not what outrageous things. Most of us maintain the marriage system is for the sake of their own interests, is from the perspective of social ethics to deny the emotional. Qian Zhongshu old gentleman to the marriage as a siege, said not to go out in a hurry, and the inside of the want to escape. Say very image. I think marriage is like a chain. Women want to have a house and a car ticket, to find a rich man, barricaded himself in, not There was a red plum tree. Men want to outrageous, also have their own lock, no more derailed. Such a marriage, a few can produce true love?

True love is without any conditions. If a person does not care a mountain water, do not care about age and health status, not to ask more of your economic conditions, only care about feelings, defends silently, that, in all likelihood this is true love. Some people will say, those who keep to the golden silver wedding partner is also not love you. I do not deny that the marriage is love, is very rare. If you tear down the shackles of marriage, then the abolition of the marriage system, between men and women can easily live together, then a few people will keep the old?

The reason why everyone is longing for love, because love is too good, too difficult, too mysterious, too great. Like bright stars, it is like a pearl scorching eyes, treasure who doesn't want to get it. And because of its scarcity, people in order to get it, get scarred, heart bleeding and no regrets, fought .

Finally I want to say is that love is difficult, we have to give those lonely soul more tolerant and less criticism. The heart is warm and complex, it is difficult for outsiders to see the full picture and come to a fair evaluation, it is better to be friendly. Do not always take the shackles of social ethics to others. Would you like to turn into the siege is also good, he wanted to breathe out is not what earth crumbles from city events. You go your way, he left his single plank bridge, each one minds his own business. Who is a heavy seed, the wind, will make an accurate evaluation.

In the stillness of the night, choose a corner of quiet, enjoy the beauty of a curved month, accompanied by a single lamp, sipping a cup of tea, listening to a piece of piano music, carrying on a book, light reading life You beauty.

As a return, the years old, only when the old age spent similar, each year is different. Looking back, to find that people live is a state of mind. Poor or rich, rich or poor, it is not worth mentioning. All the things that have gone through the past, have nothing to do, but never go back......

Think carefully, whether yesterday, today, tomorrow, if able to tan Ran Ran, that is a beautiful day; no matter who met too many grievances, by how much pain, if we persist, if we choose to face, that is for their responsibilities; no matter how family, friendship, love, and the world changes to select the value, is the feeling of a kind of pleasure, a very clever beauty You beauty.

Life is like a poem, elegant and tranquil life poem, drunk rain.

Yesterday's decadent desolate and growth, faint small garden, the insect light Ming, arouse the hearts of thousands of emotion, perhaps, this is the hint of the ancient poet heart broken hearted! Lonely, but it is a kind of happiness. At this moment, no one disturb, only my heart, chongming. Quiet night, we made a song without words.

Like "life if only such as signs that a sorrow and mourning cool; memory in the darkness of our tomb with what hope and his strange predestined relationship will be affectionate and look forward to the more difficult period"; "thin as snuff another night" is really sad sad. Do not know when, gradually like Nalan word, like a mint as his general hint of sadness. I also brought his wisps of sorrowful, read books, over time You beauty.

I used to have a look at the text, write text, text, perhaps, also became a kind of interest and pleasure. Time is long, and also gave birth to a little bit of greed and obsession. Just a long way to go, Xiao Xiao. Although there is no moon drink, although no wine, but in this I have found a small plot of land, a quiet side.

Send an idea to the earth with a tranquil, sent to cloud with a warm and full communion, find the divine nature. Xiaoxiao, Tan Chengcheng, so understanding and harmony, not my unrequited love. But, I also in this broad broad understanding, access to the a rare ethereal.