Therefore, occasionally some people say I live in paradise, tone can not help but reveal a coach outlet little sarcastic, as if this is all out coach outlet store of my self-entertainment and even self-deception. I quite agree. I neither live in paradise, never believed what paradise. But I believe that this is the source for the world Taoyuan, coach outlet online world, If you do not I'm afraid who will not want to live again. If this source is sometimes weak to go on, in my opinion, at least ridiculed and not make it powerful. For thousands of years as a reality, more as a conviction, this constantly. It stems from their hearts into hearts, it applied to the heart and heart, this constantly. For its powerful Scotia Heart devout Youxiang who needs it?

Some people say I is not been living in a fairy tale? The tone of both praise have warned. Praise and caution, so I am very convinced. Praise both, cautions do not mean people should reinforce a line of defense, but just to remind me: the shortcomings of the fairy tale is not that it is so beautiful, and that it went into a more numerous and harsh world necessary, then I'm afraid it is too delicate.

In fact, the coach purses outlet 24-year-old that year, God has been so remind me, he had his super fairy tales and eternal riddle me slightly horizon.

Live in the fourth time I've seen a boy. His year-old, who lives in a remote mountain village, one day, the legendary highway, to repair to the front of his house, and the kids are looking forward to seeing dreams lianpian. Road repair to finally, the car finally opened to, suddenly see the car, coach factory the kids surprised and the timid, afar off. Day long the child will have a strange idea, found Pazhu truck tail can majestically for a ride, they are carrying their parents had a good time in joy.

But once, only once, seven years old boy missed from the car and fell down. He was admitted coach outlet store to the hospital, has not run, and limb muscles atrophy. Ward very lonely kids everywhere channeling a lame lame; Amoy too, she said: "You talk about how the injury?" Child immediately bowed our heads, honestly motionless. Say? "Said, because of what?" The child whispered. "Hey, how did not say it? To give Wangla?" Because playing Stud and bar Jinhua, "the child whispered," because naughty. "The boy added.

He sincerely admit error. Everyone silence, everyone knows that in addition to his own: child injury in the spinal cord, as the injury is irreversible. The child is still not daring to move, wiping tears stood neatly with a pair of small hands is shrinking. Finally someone first opening tone became Mourning soft: "The next Amoy Amoy up?" The children are familiar with this tolerance or forgive immediately straining shook his head: "No, no, not!" At the same time relieved. But this time different from the past, not how people followed "Well, as long as the change is still a good boy," coach factory online he promised it?

His eyes wide open to see an adult, that is: Not yet.? Do not naughty not enough? But it he did not know, he do not know, there is a mistake in the coach factory outlet online fate of only a criminal, and no opportunity to correct fate is not a wrong mistake, (such as naughty is nothing wrong with it?) not be forgiven. Child called "five eggs, I remember him when he was just seven years old, he does not know, he cheap coach purses do not know. The future, he will inevitably one day will know that he will inevitably one day will understand me? But in any case, the day is the end of a fairy tale. At all at the end of the fairy tale, let coach factory outlet us understand: God, will be laid to temper life under a cruel riddle.

Lived on the sixth time, I have seen a pair of lovers. It is my age now when they, aged 40. They are the university students. Twenty-four of the men is supposed to be abroad, the date has been set, pack up all prepared, may be the fate of impermanence, I do not know What the hell, something had to delay for a month because of a migraine this month medical malpractice he paralyzing. Woman passionately devoted to him, waiting for him, first waiting for him well, did not wait; then waiting for him, waiting for him to agree to marry her, or did not wait for. The outside world and the inner obstacles, year after year, both looking forward to her to convince her to go.

But year after year, the disease can not escape the love could not escape, the woman always be waiting. She once ruthless heartless, transferred out to the field to work, but cut off the feelings are not so simple, but think of transferred back to Beijing is not so simple woman as long as there is a three-day holiday also the span of a thousand miles to Beijing ran. Heavier men when disease, the body could not move, and I shared a ward.

Woman was gone, the men said to me: if you love her, you can not harm her, unless you do not love her, can you and why you want to marry it? Man fell asleep, the woman said to me: I know louis vuitton purses he loves me, he does not understand that in fact this is causing me, I really want to go the trouble, I tried, no, I know I can not do not love him. The woman walked the man said to me: No, no, she was still young, she has a chance, she was married, she can not live without love. Sleeping woman said to me: What is the opportunity? The opportunity is not in their hearts, married outside opportunity may be outside, love the chance only in the heart.

When the woman is not, I told her the men, the men silent weeping. I asked him: "Why can not you marry her?" He said: "you do not know," he said: "It's hard to say where, because you live in the entire world." He said: "So sometimes this is not light by two people will be able to decide. "I was indeed still do not understand. I find the opportunity to asked the woman: "Why do not the two people will be able to decide?" She said: "No, I do not think so."

She said: "But it does, and sometimes this is indeed very difficult." She pondered the question, said: "Really, you say you do not know." 19 years later, that the couple now has are elderly . I do not know their respective where, I just heard that they later broke up. 19 years, I have also had the experience of love, now if there is a 21-year-old man asked my love is what?

I can only answer: probably really, this may never been not able to say where. Whatever she is, she rarely belong to the language, but belong entirely to the heart. Still my Taiwanese writer San Mao was right: love, such as Zen, can not say that we can not say, one that is wrong. That is at the end of a fairy tale, God is our forever pursuit of live, set a cruel but tantalizing riddle.