This month, as cool as water.
　　I walk on the silent Avenue, and everything in nature is silent, and the crickets fall into sleep.
I leaned over, picked up a leaf in the mottled shadow, I saw Liu Bang walking leisurely riding a wh
ite horse, through time, he came to my face Front。
　　He was silent but smiling. Mouth slightly radian, reflects that thousands of years ago, a table of
undercurrent, threatened by growing crises feast, with Xiang Yu to get rid of great ambition, he hi
dden without hair, just silent, will be held in one hand with a million bold warriors. Fine day, Wuj
iang river head, he overlooks the appearancedashing It is all up with concubine. A sweep of the hand
s of the sword, he in silence, he declared to the world is the strength to let strangling the throat
of the enemy Liu Bang!Yes, success does not depend on the enemy King despise wild words, but decide
d to hangaozu silent
in a symbol of war in ancient China strategizing.
　　The strength of silence makes thousands of years of monument.
　　I stood up straight, slowly forward, back light, as if I came to the cottage in Western Europe, th
e field people. I raised my head and saw Woolf. The aroma of coffee contains mouguang...... She is w
riting Orlando.
　　Fame is undoubtedly cruel to him, the life is in the brink of death, not only the writer eventuall
y could not escape the crowd before May, in a cocoon around oneself, loudly asked the sun, asked the
crowd asked God, why will the disease attached to her body, holding hands
　　Tight tight, finally he leaned his head, just slightly bitter smile, will use pen to pay thousands
of vector in this circulation in. The text is silent, but Woolf hit only in his writing has quietly
made the great monument.
　　Confucius said: "I want no words." Strength has no words, diligence is silent, and glory is all si
lent. This is the monument of silence.
　　In response to foreign students laughed at, Xu Beihong ink Xuan Zhang, the picture of magnificent
masterpiece masterpiece, is a silent monument. Let the foreign students shame, also gave their self
strength for the nation's rise; the Olympic Games, Liu Xiang looked like not to utter a single word.
　　Ju. After the whistle sounded, he was faster than the gust. It was a silent monument. It created b
rilliant for Chinese and a miracle for Asia.
　　Late at night I walk on the way home, the years in the ears quietly flowing, hand a loose leaf, a
silent return to dust.
　　Everything is silent...