In rose to stop place

Life, there must be something is years passed cannot change, also must have some what is let's take the best, like writing to me.
Many years ago I had a crush on writing, as with a clumsy and childish pen, depicting young frivolous dream, depicting youth colorful romantic, depicting every a bird flying free, depicting an each floret windward smile. At that time, the sky is blue, sunshine is beautiful, total feel life is a blooming rose, fragrant and gorgeous.
Suddenly one day, I found myself lost his way, I can't find QiMi lawns in the direction of fate, the instant, the rain storm rose petals patches of zero completion, I lost my mud, lost the pen of the had so beautiful verse. So, I chose alone, chose the lonely, give life geostationary in an unknown desolate world.
Until an autumn night, alone, listen to keep the window rain lonely lamp, several order before waving banana leaves the homelessness, suddenly feel there is a thin LieLie things flowing in heart, let my whole body glide every nerve are suddenly pain up. It is a kind of permeability me every drop of blood every cell pain, is this pain make me understand, originally, life that part of the heaviest heaviest, not easily affordable to put next, also do not you want to escape fled to open. I walked all the way, just in order to locate initial direction, just to insist on initial chi. Overnight, I understood the 30 years the time's dust, those who once suffering unexpectedly become a fortune for my life, let me know how to cherish, from hurt from pain learn patience, started from happiness honored.
So, I was again restore the pen, restore those who endured more vigil, on the day of the peace of mollusk.after in re-examine your soul in the journey, not the end find a points belong to inner stability. That's nothing can replace, lose everything still cherished.
Time went by, timesong, calmly is my pen, frank is my heart.
Dear friends, I would like to use this pen and this heart, with the true language of most zhi, interpretation of every time my soul, and your throbbing exchange life each a touched, see time in sight, let alone behind flash flow. As the poet GuCheng said: in language, where the stop progress, where in life and to stop, the soul marched in rose to stop place, fragrant forward