"This is a journey called the fate of a vast journey we met by chance and then left on this road of no return that we will never pass by alpine lakes, we pass the forest we pass by pass by pass by the desert people's well-being of our castles and gardens passing passing passing a woman suffering The warmth and tears of life passing interminable cold and lonely "
I am a person humming a song hackberry sitting quietly on the auspicious day on the third floor corridor is spread out in front of the notebook,
Those in front of the pages of notebooks is running fast in the preceding days, left a messy but genuine articles, but at this moment I can not write anything down I was alone, but I actually really is not too sentimental, or Cantabile in the singing, this is just a journey. I always walk like a drunken realize in the past, but also have a clear time of the
But I can not sentimental I know, in the auspicious day the corridor, I no longer hear me call out I am familiar with do not know, is not the first time there is something called the "new session" of the indigenous languages in the auspicious day where drift but I am sure that definitely not the last time because I am through the taxi window, saw the eyes of my friend from inadvertently revealed the satisfaction and happiness in Tibet gives me pleasure, also bring them good memories of what is good too and the wind years, enjoying to do away?
I waved, shouted: Well take a good walk back home see the home, see Song Brother also stood beside me, a smile, and bid them farewell in the next stairs, I vaguely heard he whispered murmur with: people come to go, people come to, that is, then one thing or, in his world, has experienced too many encounters and parting, already vulnerable to the attack of the bar, but I still can not, In particular, unless the waving of my brothers for many years for many years
Song in Lhasa, the days with his brother through his wonderful life, easily impressed by my friend and my friend have the same forthright directness, and the joy and laughter to the faces of Brother Song Song bloom in fact there is a little brother can be forgiven for The arrogance and extremism and this stayed in the auspicious days everyone knows, but he and my friends talk about it immensely, drinking it immensely, he did not my friend as a rookie, there is no corrupt elements as my friends did not B Hong Hong him as a cow cattle people, sky high again and again to toast their idol ... ..
The drunk again and again ... ..
Song Brother a film on my shoulder, proudly said: pig, are you that a few friends really good friends!
Ares smiled, chic to say, "pig, do you know how this friend did not tell me earlier!
Black people also laughed chieftains, facing the sunset 21:30 big howl: have a friend who is really fucking happy life together!
Have a friend who's nice to have friends where life is paradise
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Ali Pig
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Lhasa
Author: smpig
