Nowadays most cities, a spiritual void deficient. But everyone again is calling on spiritual conversion and regression. In order to live, we roaming about, expecting the dreams that ends it. However, the sky is distant, the earth is boundless. Man, looking for spiritual home really that difficult?
There's a sings well: spring, summer, autumn, MangMangHuoHuo. In a rush in hitchhiking, along the way, on the good scene, no closely studied, return to a home and still push nianzipo pull grinding. Life is like climbing mountains, life is like a journey to the river, and step a deep feet, a foot nest nest one song
Life is sometimes heavy boring, sometimes simple happiness. Anyway, faith-base gotrocks.
SuHuaiLiang write articles also like him behave, is also steadfastly, a foot nest one song. As the inner sensitive exquisite and rich writers, Mr. SuHuaiLiang are in search of a kind of literary nourish, to pursue higher level and meaning of life. He run in high in the world, and think beyond worldly affairs disputes, yearning halcyon carefree. The essayist and a poet, seems to have an elegant beyond the hermit complex. So in the neon of city, he can quiet down, keep one desk, calm, serious, overlook the distant place, observe the world, kindly write what he, face life, face to face with heart.
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