红尘有爱（Love in the world of mortals）.docVIP

红尘有爱（Love in the world of mortals） Every morning, when I get up, I pour a glass of cold water, drink a few mouthfuls, and run a thirsty throat. The drinking water machine in the home side, put a nice glass bottle, above several pieces of light green leaves, a pale purple flowers, sparse glasses, simple. The kettle, half pot of boiling water, clear and transparent, like life juice, no color, no temperature, no taste, only water can quench their thirst, throat, only this. I am not an elegant person, nor in a leisurely and carefree mood to sit down and make a pot of tea, sitting in the balcony sitting leisurely, slowly. My life is always fast-paced, getting up, washing my face, brushing my teeth, tidying up the room, making breakfast for the children, sending my son to school, computer, reading and writing. Sometimes listening to music, chat with friends, one day in 00 pieces of trivia vanished, one day, his eyes lined, one day the mirror, saw a bright white hair, my heart trembling, suddenly feel old. Finger pinch that white hair, pull out a hard, very painful. Whole body, by the parents, if it will be deliberately removed, even if it is a piece of hair, also have terrible pain. The root of the hair volume, I put it in the sun, looked carefully at, I saw my mothers face wrinkles, Dad temples I see autumn frost; those years away, warm memories; I saw a girl running in full of wild chrysanthemum in the fields ran run, life is no longer clear eyes, with the vicissitudes of life, look to wander. I often think of the small village of the brook, clear, and not be slow, the eighteen bend, going around, singing a happy song, like a jade belt, around half of the village, has been flowing to the north. The stream has a dense cattail, green grass, very pretty and charming willow, tall poplar, four seasons flowers open in time. The stream on both sides of the two paths, the narrow, be to pedestrians on a smooth, firm, two of the village children every day along the winding road t