Moments when I wished you were here

One morning where the air was brisk and frozen, and the sun just rising above the neighbouring chimneys with the softest light basking through the smoke dreamily. My combat boots crunching along the fallen leaves, the black low heels wet with the morning dew that gives the rocky road a smooth gleam. My fingers, cold from winter's breathe, push the earphones into and send blasting music down the hearing canal. My morning was awaken, at least I was.
The road was steep, and slippery, giving me almost enough grip to not turn my morning events into a disaster. The road was also narrow, for when only one car was able to pass through at one time, the left side mirror brushing my right sleeve. The road was taken umpteen times, at least twice a day, each time accompanied with a different piece of music. Each door I past has a different knocker or knob, as if they each have a different story behind. Some chimneys bellowed smoke. A woman open her windows one chilly morning and slid them into place, peering curiously at the passer-by below. A casual nod and steady steps until I reached the main road where the one-way traffic brought me mid-way on my journey.
I looked back the serenity of the houses sitting quietly on the shoulders on the hill. Golden light weaved through gaps of quaint roofs and fencing and the smoke almost felt they had stop moving in time. In tranquility it was a picture of brown red bricks, grey or green slanting rooftops, with blue and white gates and windows. Blocks of hedges ran along the sidewalk, with little purple flowers and ripening green apples hanging over the cheeks of those catching the early bus. A picture worthy of the world's greatest painter and his brush.

是除了这个就不行的喜欢，是换了他谁都不可以的喜欢，并且这个喜欢不会因为岁月的磨砺而消融，不会因为生活的改变而变淡。 我喜欢扛个机器就跋山涉水跑新闻做采访，而不是喝着茶水翻着报纸闲坐办公室的还不错。 我喜欢跷二郎腿啃鸭脖在家抱着DVD看电影，而不是精心妆扮坐在电影院吃着爆米花还不能很大声的还不错。 我喜欢热气腾腾的总参干休所的涮羊肉，而不是细心精致吃顿饭饿半死的新街口港式甜品般的还不错。 文·治愈星人

等我好点的时候，一定要戒掉你。

yes it is ed sheeran's If seeking one's purpose in life lies in the moment would you look towards someone? Or would you paint a picture of power suits and gold? Or would you have a smile, above everything else you have, but need nothing more? If dreams can become reality by the blink of an eyelid, living your dreams seems so much easier, like breathing, a involuntary movement sustaining life. We would rose high above those who dare not dream, those who forget how to live, and those refusing to leave the ground for the promise of something better for they do not believe. Once said, happiness in life is to have loved, to have a purpose, and to have aspirations. To wake up every day, live, instead of repeating breathing cycles. To go to sleep every day, be content and grateful of having a day's work. Seek simplest of life and smallest of joy, when we are not saints, to keep us sane. And remind ourselves one day we could be so much more, but for today at least a little more than yesterday. And if one day everything breaks apart, remember you once were you, the wholesome you, and nothing beats that, and nothing touches tomorrow unless you said so. Unless you believe so.

I am glad I woke up this cold morning from a great sleep because I have a warm bed. I am grateful for the running water when I turned on my tap. I am grateful for I have a pair of strong legs to walk me to my bus stop. I am grateful for my freedom and the accessibility to catch a bus to attend my classes; my right as a woman to be able to walk around safely in a democratic society and get higher education. When I can see the beautiful colours on the feathers on a parrot, the number of the bus i catch, the emotions displayed on the faces of my friends, I know I am lucky that I can see. I am grateful to have friends; to talk about everything but actually means nothing except they are doing fine, and those I need not say anything to understand how I feel, and those to have long not spoken and reunite where nothing much change. I am grateful to be loved. I am grateful to be alive.

笑沉浮

只道当年误入尘 一琴一酒是前身 凤求凰里寻知己 琥珀杯中遇玉人 塞北风沙君伴我 江南春色月随辰 从今隐逸江湖路 只羡鸳鸯不羡神 一萧一剑走江湖 千古情愁酒几壶 料定前生天煞泪 便逢今世绿华姑 花开花落春似梦 人往人来有若无 携手红颜归去处 扁舟短棹笑沉浮 笑 言 张冲的文字或多或少反映现状 曾经有点疯狂以为夜色情迷离 花灯酒绿之后的沉静太过空虚 遇玉人 君伴我 却是两个不同的人 选择这份工把自己忙到不行 浅交遇贵人 渐渐 远 那份心放口袋 那么小心翼翼 却也容易忘记

I dreamt
that beautiful dream
it makes my heart beat with a new step
firmly
with a purpose
as firmly
as those arms of yours
holding me tightly
encompassing whole of body
my soul

I settled
no longer adrift
no longer uncertain
the heart
no longer seeking else
no longer losing its step
like an anchor
weighing me at one spot
content of the moment
I breathed
gratefully
away from the storms
on the gentle waves
I swayed
danced

I took you with me
crashing white foams
You were there
needed
when I rest
Your lips against my hair
My head against your chest
Steady now breath
Your step resonates
In my head

I dreamt
you were with me