My life is brilliant
My life is brilliant
My love is pure
I saw an angel
Of that I'm sure
She smiled at me on the subway
She was with another man
But I won't lose no sleep on that
'Cause I've got a plan

You're beautiful. You're beautiful
You're beautiful, it's true
I saw your face in a crowded place
And I don't know what to do
cos ill never be with you

Yeah, she caught my eye
As we walked on by
She could see from my face that I was
Fucking high
And I don't think that I'll see her again
But we shared a moment that will last till the end

You're beautiful. You're beautiful
you're beautiful, it's true
I saw your face in a crowded place
And I don't know what to do
cos ill never be with you

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You're beautiful. You're b

   Further to this topic, it's of some certain that we get to feel kind of stressed.
  

   To begin with,please allow me to quote some words from my friend: Marcel Proust said that all these years he suffered was the best years of his life,it made who he was,all the years he was happy, total waste, didn't learn a thing......
  

   Before argueing for my topic,I'd like to ask every one who's reading my essay--What do you think of your days both with happinesses and tolerances?
  

   Obviously,rarely all the people can't get away from the suffers,what we usually do is facing the music after useless complaints more or less.It's so commonly seen that people do things for things,rather than for really something,such as unimaginable objectives. However,what the hell turns us down? Some people may say that's the unfair and damned society. But,dating back from the horrizon

  三毛,談起這個九一年自殺的女人(我寧願叫她女人而不喜歡叫她作家,估計她也比較喜歡別人這麽叫她),沒有幾個爛漫的女孩兒不知道.
 
  我沒有想討論這是一個怎樣傳奇的離開家鄉家人自立個性的女人,怎樣感情受創回歸她一生的愛人的幸福傻女人,怎樣在撒哈拉過著理想的愛人生活的精緻女人,怎樣在丈夫死后依然執著的陰陽的愛情之間的精神化女人,我只想說,這是個很簡單,純粹的女人.
 
  魯豫,多出名,在自己的書裏,生活裏滲透著許許多多三毛的感覺..可我看到她的書,她的人,她的舉止,我無法將簡單,純粹安放在她的身上.

  不是所有的自己都能成爲別人,儘管你羡慕或者嫉妒.

  三毛有甚麽好,那樣充滿靈性的繪畫天分,那樣把老師哄得團團轉的文字水平,那樣走遍天下可成翻譯水平的各國語言交際能力,到頭來都不是她賺錢的本事.
  而到頭來,她嫁給了三毛級別的荷西..

 
  想起了不少朋友和我提起的小資女人,那些在高樓大厦奔走于文件,老闆,客戶,高檔,轎車之中的高貴女人們.
  直到今天我依然汗顔這些女人,因爲她們有太多東西我不明白,或者說像我這種