On the way back in the evening, I buy books.

So the dimly lit Town, who read the book already fresh there, not to mention to buy books.

Going through the "readers" when a voice behind, touch, sell the book old path went straight to the past, no matter the bookstall.

"In a car accident!"

A scream came from all sides, crossroads of the spectators, and crowded.

Some people call the ambulance, the police car, 120110, roaring.

I'm far squatting in the bookstall, ears echoed the onlookers voice:

"Bleeding, unable to move!"

"Is a small husband and wife!"

"The woman is not a big problem, he hurt his head!"

"Do not know will not internal bleeding?"

"How to hit?"

"The car and motorcycle you let me, I will let you, clever, crashed into the!"

"The crossroads also don't know how to set, not the accident was strange!"

......

The seventh sense -- to work this morning, pass by here, I sensed that the accident. There should be more news alerts mass: the accident fiercer than tigers! Now really staged a tragedy. Life is like a coffee table, filled with tea (GAP) and cup (tragedy), when misfortune is in sight, but I even closer to have a look really do not have the courage.

Although no longer afraid of death, for such a disaster almost with a callous attitude, but fled instinctively choose, just unhurried, so can still sell books from out the people shouted, and he for a supply of sth. a, and then with the two book, riding a battery car, home no rain.

There are five million people in this world the lottery, there are people in an instant be unexpected disaster killed, laugh laugh, cry cry, is life, life, you don't know where to start, do not know where the end, vacant rooms, we learn more and more accepted, well bad, coherent irrelevant, only under the brow but on my mind, emotion as time precipitation, thick, passionate and naive also annihilation in the so-called mature imperceptibly.

The accident, for a moment, I did not cry, even the heart has not been speed! This or that always melancholy and moody, because a cloud and drifting down, because a leaf injury autumn, because a butterfly wings off and pearls falling into a jade plate for me?

In the face of a living person, how do I?

Because he is on the verge of death let a person in the cemetery, and no one cares the cold? Or a heart frozen had lost the temperature? The original is so tempered.

So do not grudge lonely nobody asked, a pot of wine among the flowers, the shadow into three, is frustrated is satisfied, in the world, breathing every minute is precious. Since the living will live well, laugh is good, no matter what experience, never give up.

Life, really want to cherish.