For happiness, you can firmly say no, but for the pain, sometimes you only yield, because the pain of fear is far more powerful than happiness, so happiness love is introduced. A favorite boy at an early age, however, alive but to castrate love, destined to lonely life, loss of men and women, family happiness. Escape can...... however, destined to a man this life all have no a girl say "I love you" to him. Now that fate will have this kind of pain, I would rather it's me.
One night, a waning moon, a basin of gather myself hay, leaned against the window, let the wind of the field, the end is a kind of melancholy in my heart, like the pine tree is always last in the faith, but one day you find a yellow tree, is like that. One run, a personal romance, a person, a person, a sheep, in the house, and plant flowers and plants around the sheepfold and medicinal herbs, a person hide, wear a straw hat and mask, take medicine, through a village, a village to see people in need. Perhaps in the villagers eyes a scenery, I am a man that is a strange man. Ever also heartache, that is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, even if I left, but my eyes stayed in that place, that moment. Ever also secretly watched her in peach blossom romantic place, once couldn't think of everything standing in front of her, but I don't know why tore heart crack lung knelt down and knees themselves to give up, just thought that she is a love but do not have to love. The feeling of love and the feeling of loneliness is as much, I have experienced a transformation in the deep of the son of the moments of feeling.
Tonight I weave a green unlined upper garment as armor, tomorrow is the day of battle north at the top of the heap and goats brother, I also did a head of gray hair, goat is a respectable opponent, as a swordsman can only go all out, he dashed, split days really liked, and the results I'm just glad he wasn't really mad.
Goats brother dies, he said to me before he died, "I'm sorry, brother, I can't be with you in the end, I am afraid I tightly die, death is empty, after all, death is the need of death, can replace human meet death animals are, after all, is running out, after I die you to hand off my skin, and ate meat, I also not waste we are brothers"
Grindstone told me that knife is the tears of pain. My heart is like the knife cut the dough, the knife cut into the hot water, pain in the sheep's head.
In this life and love, for me, love is parallel to the scenery. Tears, lonely, everything as snow quietly without in the sun.
对于幸福，你可以斩钉截铁的说不要，但对于痛苦，有时你只剩屈服的份，因为痛苦带来的畏惧远比幸福要强大，所以幸福引进了爱情。然而某个从小就受宠爱的男孩，活着却要阉割爱情，注定一生孤独，尽失男女之欢，天伦之乐。可冥冥之中逃不过，注定有一个男人这一生都没有一个女孩对他说一句“我爱你”。既然命中注定会有这种痛苦，我宁愿是我。
一个人的夜，一轮残月，一盆自己亲手采撷的枯草，靠在窗口，任田野的风吹拂，心里端放着一种惆怅，就像松树永远是长青的存在信念里，可有一天你发现了一棵枯黄的，就是那样的。一个人奔跑，一个人浪漫，一个人对决，一个人回忆，一个人放羊，在小屋和羊圈周围种上花草和药材，一个人遮遮掩掩，戴上草帽和口罩，带上药箱，一个村庄趟过一个村庄，给有需要的人看病。也许在乡亲们眼里我是一道风景，一个好心人，也是一个奇怪的人。曾经也怦然心动过，那是我见过最美的女子，即使我离开了，我却把眼睛留在了那个地方，那个瞬间。曾经也在桃花浪漫处偷偷看过她，曾经也想不顾一切的站在她的面前，可我却不知为什么撕心裂肺的跪下来，跪下来求自己放弃，只当她是一个深爱却不可得爱人。原来爱的感觉和孤独的感觉是一样多的，我曾在那子刹那深深地体验了转换的感觉。
今夜我编织了一袭青草衫作为战甲，明日是和山羊兄弟决战北堆之巅的日子，为此我还做了一头灰白长发，山羊是一个值得尊敬的对手，作为一个剑客只能全力以赴，他的猛冲，劈天斩果然名不虚传，结果我只是庆幸他不是真的疯了。
山羊兄弟老死了，临死前他对我说，“对不起，兄弟，我不能陪你到最后了，我怕我紧紧不死，死亡是会空虚的，毕竟死亡是需要死亡的，毕竟能代替人满足死亡的动物也不多了，我死了以后你要亲手剥了我的皮，吃了我的肉，也不枉我们是兄弟一场”
磨刀石告诉我，刀也痛的落了泪。我的心亦如那刀削的面团，一刀一刀的削进水深火热里，痛的顶在羊头上。
今生与爱无缘，对于我，爱是平行的风景。泪过，孤独过，一切都在阳光下如雪悄然而无。
