Heard that he died, and very shocked, although half in surprise, but when news sure, or feel life is impermanent, for pain fleeting youth sad unceasingly.
I may be the first writing about the memory of his people, under the jiuquan he won't know.
He and I actually is a stranger, in a children's painting and calligraphy class met during classes. For painting, calligraphy outstanding, he had the chance to help skill to peer to open the picture, oneself also can class profit from it. There were a portrait studio was like him, is the picture of the master class work, is not that he, just prototype coincidence. His speech is not much, not make public, energetic, gas is very thick, the man than ever seen of female teacher many a kind of spell able temperament. For I have not calligraphy and painting skills for this kind of talent has a kind of the desire of composition, in imperceptible in very clearly remember him. For no other dealings, and then slowly forget separate the person.
A few years later, I a day in a game players found him to be, no wonder the physical quality good. Originally also love sports, is probably not break up right, style of piano-educational talent does a lot. Good physical also let whole person, very is free and easy, and blessed him goodbye with a feeling of the fallen, but he doesn't know me.
The county is not big, as long as independent sesame big of a sensitive matter will be, and what's more, that he had known to bone cancer. Last year, I just heard that much trouble to believe that is happened in his body of disaster.
A few words will fine art, calligraphy, love sports, a man who is full of youthful spirit, sunshine, BaoBing moment of free and easy in bed, the sky falls down on me. Cancer, a highly lethal words let the world the deep.
A don't know the people, no matter how tragic fate of himself is irrelevant, into of unnecessary sympathy is next to forget. And he was sad, but let me particularly to the extreme pain not even believe that AiMo will be on everyone have appeared.
After six months of this year, the work for me along with the group went into his unit, when suddenly he remembered the man, but the answer is: get died last year.
This unexpected news that means I for a long time for a long time. The energetic, is not very familiar figure and appears in at the moment. On the blackboard teach the children painted brief strokes looks very clearly representation to open, and sense of sadness, and long winding, unable to stop.
This year, friends, colleagues of many relatives from the coast with chains haven't subside, and reflect the life of a woman of the encounter young falls, the shock of the day after day after day can't get.
Trance, I the sight of his relatives in grief is crying, but change not the way of the receipt to leave.
Heaven is a garden, no sickness and heartbreak, life is the ultimate yearning. So beautiful! Why cry Because I know, you can't have them when there is no heaven, no niaoyuhuaxiang, it was a boundless darkness, and there is no sense of the chaos.
Life is fleeting, fate uncertain, the youth has how so reposing in dirt!
Difficult, I miss flat with record used to know his clips, for his departure for ritual, if he knew, would be deeply grateful to my in the mind, in the world there are a person of the opposite sex remember his sudden death of life, to the heart of this is how to happiness. Also for sure will be unable to rise but sad unceasingly.
When I write essays over these, still cannot release repressed sad, young life was gone, took so many skills, so many skills, where we'll get fang footprint!
