In this obscure corner, counting the stars of the lonely, silent attention to the stars each one, you're not lonely, there is a corner of the child with you; no one is interested in this corner, brooding lonely raindrop , quietly waiting for the fall of each drop of rain, fell in the corner of the children, then you are not alone meet the; in the corner alone, the text of the aromatic peep, quietly walk in between the lines, read text emotions, so you get to his mind.
In this way, the children crouched in the corner would like to count the stars every night, like Lin Zhao rain, like text, lonely, lonely Who has made him forget he was squatting in the corner.
Blissful silence for fear of the stars disturbed sleep; softly light feet, disturbed the rainy season for fear swirling; quietly into the room, for fear of theft between your hospitality poetic language, the corner of the child does not want to leave footprints, only willing to silently crouched corner and crouched in the corner of their own, no one shall find the corner.
Kids corner, with the loneliness of the stars, the sun never see the flash of joy, accompanied by only a foot of their own shadow, head down, through the familiar bluestone path, the years will be time to sneak away in the next step.
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of the passage of wind and rain pour, only one person squatting silently corner for someone to come, the noise is not complicated, not all of the others, only alone.
Kids corner, stop writing every door, every night wandering around the text of the flowers, did not experience the age-old love, but it can be moved in the text of the world's tears; not life and death through athletic, able to in the text perception of the cycle of the kingdom of love; no rhyme stunning mood, but it can flower in the text of the butterfly between listening to good language.
Word that corner into the corner, it seems that the text of the world just around the corner, there always floated purple ink smell, shed very heart is the concentration of melancholy and pleasant swaying to see, that corner of purple blossoms.
Drunk kids corner in the text, always see life the afterlife, reincarnation, that corner has all earthly past and future, as long as the command of a wave, the origin of edge down, as long as lift a pen, made Zen Buddhist language, it can be seen everywhere excellent work of others, piled everywhere love mourning for thousands of years.
Corner of the sleeping child in the text, always see Bana open blossom, that corner is not divided into seasons, the text in the colorful spring open, disheveled hot summer, with autumn maple leaf falling, floating winter snow. More readily able to touch all things speech, everywhere dense ripples.
Indus rain, west window is red candle, listening to a mountain stream, cloud water Qing Zen ancient classical rhyme, the text of the corner and listen to the text of the farewell music, sad and sorrow sigh, let the hearts of the text of the dream of weaving a curtain, in the the corner, turned into a river flows, flows the text of the world.
With an awe, touched the edge of the text, so that the situation be relieved, the heart be comforted, all sad and unhappy state of mind are wire strand of rhyme tune with the dissipation of that away to get into the text of the world, where the flowers peep fragrance, to search for text and pen love, harvest the text with the word love,
Squatting on the corner of the child, like the text, like the aroma drifting between the text is flowers, is the wine, the tea, continue to squat corner of blissful silence, softly light feet, quietly into the room, in order to continue writing squatting on the corner.
Today, the kids squatting in the corner, and cut class to see bayberry, a person to see Ilex Fan Qing Ecological Park Bayberry; that crouched in the corner of the child's heart to write but not on the study bayberry , a person stay in dormitory feelings down bayberry; that the children squatting in the corner, to borrow a term not to go to morning reading spectrum, a person in the library door waiting the arrival of eight, so eight of the administrator work; that the children squatting in the corner, in order to write an article perceived intentions of a person sitting alone in front of the computer, another round of fasting and forget to eat.
That the children squatting in the corner, every time I saw a good article, goods will be carefully read, as appropriate, try to figure out words to write sentences in the discretion of those emotions, not too much to share and write, but repeated over and over again of the stunning words, when you see the writer to write an article for someone else, my heart was touched, lonely, alone again alone wake.
2011年6月9日星期四
Lost is lost, childhood to have
Moonset Wu Ti, the total air flow to be rain and wind. Last night the stars are out the window of that year dream of Sophora japonica L. Hong. Clear sky, flowers bloom of youth. Childhood fragrance, water falling further blessings.
Remember, the river water at full blast, you play with me, until sunset, and hidden in the base lan, the night wore black, was called home to my grandparents, for dinner.
Remember, the temple to listen to opera, just to buy some good food. Go to the mountains, just to join in the fun. Go to the fair, only to buy new clothes to wear. To the park, just to play with classmates.
That year we, flower, bloom simply ugg boots 5831 black short paisley
beautiful. That year we have, such as grass, barren Red dye over. That year we have, such as trees, blue sky propped season. That year we, now, grow, and even, getting senile.
That year we, like spring, infiltration perfect vitality. That year we, as the summer distribution of fiery passion. That year we, as the autumn harvest growth of fun. That year we, as the sun, warm cold winter day. That year we, now, grow and mature, and even, the world and older.
Fade tender childhood, after the sorrow of youth, review the vicissitudes of quarter after quarter. Face faded childhood, through youth makeup, to make it across the old.
Childhood and never understand what tired, what is tired, running day and night, day and night play, day and night, chasing, day and night play, walking day and night, day and night jumps.
Childhood, that fearless, dare to venture forward, that their future life is spectacular. Later, no longer do some dangerous things, representing a growth, or even the vicissitudes of life. Later on, actually want to live like a plain and simple life, represents a mature, even old.
Rain wet heart, dry the memory. Childhood, more and more like a distant dream. Frost in mind, when the snow in the palm of the hand. Childhood, are increasingly unable to touch her breath.
Time far away, time goes by, childhood, the more I miss, it will lose faster. Light thoughts, deep feelings, childhood, like the fingers of sand, the more grip the more passes.
I stood on the other side of youth, looking at the other side of childhood, over and over fragrant, icy hearts, melted, flushed cheeks, lips slightly higher forty-five degrees, as the summer of that year when flowers are blooming, I Cong in laughter.
Water rush, take away childhood, dilute the memory, but can not share of pure annihilation, it feels like. Petals colorful, scattered childhood, memories fade, but that period of time can not fade away, that part of aesthetic.
In those years, we look at everything with curiosity Red, see Red Dust all with all the questions, so why do only a hundred thousand, it is for us to answer the teacher.
In those years, we have greedy, fun, eager for a better human society. In those years, we have simple, stubborn, could not resist the temptation of others. In those years, we have the most mischievous, but also the most true.
Childhood, we remember that there is no secret, no, then do not say that we missed was a dream, to grow up, we remember the arguments fight, they also want you and good companionship with the urge to play with.
Childhood, we remember the brotherhood ceremony of light weight, silent touch, we miss is a game with absolute passion, we remember that the students left, or want to use the tender document body, look up the word, write a letter to him.
No matter how many times, the smell of childhood, like the smell of the lilies open, enduring incense. No matter how many times, the aesthetic is like a childhood picture of binding, start slowly.
Falling water, of childhood to the water. Heaven and earth, water to the east, on the west down, friend, your mind, childhood can retain it?
Remember, the river water at full blast, you play with me, until sunset, and hidden in the base lan, the night wore black, was called home to my grandparents, for dinner.
Remember, the temple to listen to opera, just to buy some good food. Go to the mountains, just to join in the fun. Go to the fair, only to buy new clothes to wear. To the park, just to play with classmates.
That year we, flower, bloom simply ugg boots 5831 black short paisley
beautiful. That year we have, such as grass, barren Red dye over. That year we have, such as trees, blue sky propped season. That year we, now, grow, and even, getting senile.
That year we, like spring, infiltration perfect vitality. That year we, as the summer distribution of fiery passion. That year we, as the autumn harvest growth of fun. That year we, as the sun, warm cold winter day. That year we, now, grow and mature, and even, the world and older.
Fade tender childhood, after the sorrow of youth, review the vicissitudes of quarter after quarter. Face faded childhood, through youth makeup, to make it across the old.
Childhood and never understand what tired, what is tired, running day and night, day and night play, day and night, chasing, day and night play, walking day and night, day and night jumps.
Childhood, that fearless, dare to venture forward, that their future life is spectacular. Later, no longer do some dangerous things, representing a growth, or even the vicissitudes of life. Later on, actually want to live like a plain and simple life, represents a mature, even old.
Rain wet heart, dry the memory. Childhood, more and more like a distant dream. Frost in mind, when the snow in the palm of the hand. Childhood, are increasingly unable to touch her breath.
Time far away, time goes by, childhood, the more I miss, it will lose faster. Light thoughts, deep feelings, childhood, like the fingers of sand, the more grip the more passes.
I stood on the other side of youth, looking at the other side of childhood, over and over fragrant, icy hearts, melted, flushed cheeks, lips slightly higher forty-five degrees, as the summer of that year when flowers are blooming, I Cong in laughter.
Water rush, take away childhood, dilute the memory, but can not share of pure annihilation, it feels like. Petals colorful, scattered childhood, memories fade, but that period of time can not fade away, that part of aesthetic.
In those years, we look at everything with curiosity Red, see Red Dust all with all the questions, so why do only a hundred thousand, it is for us to answer the teacher.
In those years, we have greedy, fun, eager for a better human society. In those years, we have simple, stubborn, could not resist the temptation of others. In those years, we have the most mischievous, but also the most true.
Childhood, we remember that there is no secret, no, then do not say that we missed was a dream, to grow up, we remember the arguments fight, they also want you and good companionship with the urge to play with.
Childhood, we remember the brotherhood ceremony of light weight, silent touch, we miss is a game with absolute passion, we remember that the students left, or want to use the tender document body, look up the word, write a letter to him.
No matter how many times, the smell of childhood, like the smell of the lilies open, enduring incense. No matter how many times, the aesthetic is like a childhood picture of binding, start slowly.
Falling water, of childhood to the water. Heaven and earth, water to the east, on the west down, friend, your mind, childhood can retain it?
Camellia flowers
That night, for many years to contact the childhood friend called and said my old house before the flowering tea tree hill, the white, so beautiful.
Yes ah, did not return home for ugg boots argyle knit 5879 a long time, and almost forgotten memories of home, forgotten childhood grew up with partners and forgot mountain tea tree in front of the old house.
Home in the southwest, mountainous, where the black sand and, Sheng long chestnut tree, and long mountain tea.
Play from the notes, the home is like a vast chestnut forest, beating big piece of mountain tea. Then the chestnut and mountain tea are wild, not planted, do not know where the rains from these seeds, and the stars yo's floating down the home of the land, the happy growth. Grow up, they opened a number of white flowers.
My old house has a mountain of tea before, from what I remember, tea tree for such a big mountain. At any time, all foliage. Shugan little arms as thick, the growth from the ground up, just as high in the knee when the Ya-Ya's will be divided branches and branches of a tree, from the growth around the indiscriminate direction. Branches that grow to a foot tall when they criss-cross up the winding, has been long with, to the two high, will not long. Only those lush branches, leaves dazzling, especially the lush, like a cloud, where the canopy cover, cover the hot sun, to where to bring a cooler.
Summer, crafts people tired, and he took the hands of the hoe, camellia tree in front of the old house under a tree, to hoe the cross, and sitting on hoe put on, leaning against the cool mountain tea, a small nap for a while, is very pleasant.
When we were little, did not pay
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Spring, mountain tea tree in front of the old house will be blooming. It flowers, snow white in general, and tender, dotted green camellia leaves in between that.
Then we played crazy, tired, to the number that came open camellias, one, two ... ... we never put the white camellia count, the number of the counting is tired, to get to some of vine branches, tie a piece of the camellia tree "bed", it leaves white flowers lay between the idle sleep.
Camellia flowers, the white, that Yan is the envy of people. We wake up, there was butterflies and bees flying around the mountain tea turn. They specifically picked the flowers that full, into flower heart, stare at that core, the mining from the nectar. Then we have the mood to play again, Yi Gulu from the "bed" climb up, go home and get a butterfly net to catch it, like a little girl from butterflies to catch.
Camellia flowers, in addition to those that will bear the fruits of oil extraction, it will also end a fruit called the tea bud.
Yes ah, did not return home for ugg boots argyle knit 5879 a long time, and almost forgotten memories of home, forgotten childhood grew up with partners and forgot mountain tea tree in front of the old house.
Home in the southwest, mountainous, where the black sand and, Sheng long chestnut tree, and long mountain tea.
Play from the notes, the home is like a vast chestnut forest, beating big piece of mountain tea. Then the chestnut and mountain tea are wild, not planted, do not know where the rains from these seeds, and the stars yo's floating down the home of the land, the happy growth. Grow up, they opened a number of white flowers.
My old house has a mountain of tea before, from what I remember, tea tree for such a big mountain. At any time, all foliage. Shugan little arms as thick, the growth from the ground up, just as high in the knee when the Ya-Ya's will be divided branches and branches of a tree, from the growth around the indiscriminate direction. Branches that grow to a foot tall when they criss-cross up the winding, has been long with, to the two high, will not long. Only those lush branches, leaves dazzling, especially the lush, like a cloud, where the canopy cover, cover the hot sun, to where to bring a cooler.
Summer, crafts people tired, and he took the hands of the hoe, camellia tree in front of the old house under a tree, to hoe the cross, and sitting on hoe put on, leaning against the cool mountain tea, a small nap for a while, is very pleasant.
When we were little, did not pay
5803 ugg bailey button boots grey What toys, red his feet all day, crazy like playing in the green fields, or the lower river to catch fish, or the long bamboo poles to poke the horse on the mountain peaks that nest.
Spring, mountain tea tree in front of the old house will be blooming. It flowers, snow white in general, and tender, dotted green camellia leaves in between that.
Then we played crazy, tired, to the number that came open camellias, one, two ... ... we never put the white camellia count, the number of the counting is tired, to get to some of vine branches, tie a piece of the camellia tree "bed", it leaves white flowers lay between the idle sleep.
Camellia flowers, the white, that Yan is the envy of people. We wake up, there was butterflies and bees flying around the mountain tea turn. They specifically picked the flowers that full, into flower heart, stare at that core, the mining from the nectar. Then we have the mood to play again, Yi Gulu from the "bed" climb up, go home and get a butterfly net to catch it, like a little girl from butterflies to catch.
Camellia flowers, in addition to those that will bear the fruits of oil extraction, it will also end a fruit called the tea bud.
Coast to Coast, have lost a loved
My dear, my heart has tiffanyco925 jewelry sterling silver necklaces tx010 always refused to accept, never daring to believe that I finally lost you. Although we have more than a decade of absence, my heart still think of you from time to time.
Honey, that belongs to our day, I eagerly counted, and finally arrived: the same month, the same date number, like Saturday, but time and space have been separated for over a decade. Temple of white hair looked in the mirror, there is no more and more young and old faces, I finally know that I've lost you forever.
You go and leave my world seems to collapse the day, my heart is like falling in a bottomless abyss. Looking at your sad face, listening to the words you pull off, I have not words, will not be able to retain, even though I already have a sensitive heart ominous worries. Ten years, the period of ice break-ups love, turned into a trickle, has been wet with the still-buried by time Fengyun love your heart.
Honey, you do not know, I miss you how womens ugg boots adirondack ii short chestnut deep my love for you have multiple.
When thinking of you, I write to you, give you my heart, then enjoy reveal my thoughts. That dusty corner, witness my thoughts of you, do not press the send me a bunch of love letters. I fear that they will bring you harm, fear that they will give you the added worry, more afraid of you heartless to refuse it. I have been quietly in his own way love you, I also want to use this way to play down the inside of you, because I clearly recognize that sometimes we have isolated. Ten years have a very long time, although I do not think of you all the time, but you always in my dreams, your blossoming smile, good eye vein, I am always distressed wake up, pain Toru Heart, back and forth more than. I know that love takes courage, love needs and encouraging forward, but I do not weakness to lack of progress before the general fear is not that there is no room for hope that the outcome did not know how themselves. I would rather put you in my heart, the love buried inside, leaving little hope and self-comforting himself.
When thinking of you, close my eyes and the brain immediately and see your face. That a clear picture, and that the traces of deep engraving, as I carry inherent gene. They say time is to heal wounds of the hand, ten years of age, over six thousand day and night, still not erase you in my heart bit by bit, you still not vague shadow in my heart, anti-pain for years due to , timeless. Thinking of you, thinking of your smiles, thinking of the unique body fragrance on your body, thinking of you hesitant look, you have long been a favorite in my heart, you are my life miserable.
Honey, that belongs to our day, I eagerly counted, and finally arrived: the same month, the same date number, like Saturday, but time and space have been separated for over a decade. Temple of white hair looked in the mirror, there is no more and more young and old faces, I finally know that I've lost you forever.
You go and leave my world seems to collapse the day, my heart is like falling in a bottomless abyss. Looking at your sad face, listening to the words you pull off, I have not words, will not be able to retain, even though I already have a sensitive heart ominous worries. Ten years, the period of ice break-ups love, turned into a trickle, has been wet with the still-buried by time Fengyun love your heart.
Honey, you do not know, I miss you how womens ugg boots adirondack ii short chestnut deep my love for you have multiple.
When thinking of you, I write to you, give you my heart, then enjoy reveal my thoughts. That dusty corner, witness my thoughts of you, do not press the send me a bunch of love letters. I fear that they will bring you harm, fear that they will give you the added worry, more afraid of you heartless to refuse it. I have been quietly in his own way love you, I also want to use this way to play down the inside of you, because I clearly recognize that sometimes we have isolated. Ten years have a very long time, although I do not think of you all the time, but you always in my dreams, your blossoming smile, good eye vein, I am always distressed wake up, pain Toru Heart, back and forth more than. I know that love takes courage, love needs and encouraging forward, but I do not weakness to lack of progress before the general fear is not that there is no room for hope that the outcome did not know how themselves. I would rather put you in my heart, the love buried inside, leaving little hope and self-comforting himself.
When thinking of you, close my eyes and the brain immediately and see your face. That a clear picture, and that the traces of deep engraving, as I carry inherent gene. They say time is to heal wounds of the hand, ten years of age, over six thousand day and night, still not erase you in my heart bit by bit, you still not vague shadow in my heart, anti-pain for years due to , timeless. Thinking of you, thinking of your smiles, thinking of the unique body fragrance on your body, thinking of you hesitant look, you have long been a favorite in my heart, you are my life miserable.
Perfect Solitude
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Encounter or accidental, is part of life, just like you can not fight before the line, there is always a wide variety of accidents in the quiet corner and bump into you. Meet, miss, the story of a field of blooming brilliant, lonely fade. The passing of a hurry to give up the feeling is that nothing is impossible.
And I still tiffanyco925 sterling silver necklace n35 stubbornly believe that the only absolute being in the bottom of my heart, as opposed metaphysical absolute best, can not shake the wait. Many of the stories, many people walked on the loose, walked to far. Scattered, far away, light, and finally leaving only a vague image, smiles blurred, blurring the face, I remember a vague silhouette, few words of the old King. Only time these small shallow prove, there have been so original, she, he, like the story, so in the past. Shallow smile, is the time the pace was too rushed, or have years to old age and too much forgotten, remember it is vague as the old King.
Is still summer, there are also a good magnolia flowers, white one, yellow in the bright sunlight. This season, there is always a lot of people think the time has gone away, scattered in the horizon of eternity, is blowing in the wind and rain commitments. Silly, like the silence in place, holding the kite line has long been broken, broken line, holding the other end is missing, or obsession, I do not know already. Still waiting, waiting, waiting, the flowers over the ground, not wet out time, but little heart, humble obsession.
Very, very small satisfaction, but also further away.
Rain came down in the night, will miss ugg boots classic cardy 5819 that the little umbrella. Would rather get wet yourself as you ran into the rain like a silly girl, ran up the third floor of breath, holding an umbrella in front of me ran hastily. Remember your breath, your sweating, a warm heart, did not know had moist eyes. Today, thousands of miles distant, and now, separated by thousands of miles, and now, could not find you.
Now forget the umbrella will be careless, but fortunately, there seems little drizzle of the day, even with rain, rain, also landed in the middle of the night dripping. Alone in the night like listening to this rain, the whole world seems to have fallen asleep, only a not a dream I vaguely awake. Listening to the rain, thinking about those who can not fear the coming days of heavy rain, peace of mind well, so I am very happy, very missed.
I still forget the umbrella, and occasionally in the drier areas topped with one or two. Like last week, unexpected heavy rains, sudden stops, hurried to escape, quick step I slowly react, you've gone away, had quietly, very fate of the nearly nine years with me through time. Today, thousands of miles distant, distant mountains and seas.
The arrival of June, the summer bloom, you quietly left. Can not take an umbrella day and gone.
Is always accompanied, not dead, buried in my heart.
Encounter or accidental, is part of life, just like you can not fight before the line, there is always a wide variety of accidents in the quiet corner and bump into you. Meet, miss, the story of a field of blooming brilliant, lonely fade. The passing of a hurry to give up the feeling is that nothing is impossible.
And I still tiffanyco925 sterling silver necklace n35 stubbornly believe that the only absolute being in the bottom of my heart, as opposed metaphysical absolute best, can not shake the wait. Many of the stories, many people walked on the loose, walked to far. Scattered, far away, light, and finally leaving only a vague image, smiles blurred, blurring the face, I remember a vague silhouette, few words of the old King. Only time these small shallow prove, there have been so original, she, he, like the story, so in the past. Shallow smile, is the time the pace was too rushed, or have years to old age and too much forgotten, remember it is vague as the old King.
Is still summer, there are also a good magnolia flowers, white one, yellow in the bright sunlight. This season, there is always a lot of people think the time has gone away, scattered in the horizon of eternity, is blowing in the wind and rain commitments. Silly, like the silence in place, holding the kite line has long been broken, broken line, holding the other end is missing, or obsession, I do not know already. Still waiting, waiting, waiting, the flowers over the ground, not wet out time, but little heart, humble obsession.
Very, very small satisfaction, but also further away.
Rain came down in the night, will miss ugg boots classic cardy 5819 that the little umbrella. Would rather get wet yourself as you ran into the rain like a silly girl, ran up the third floor of breath, holding an umbrella in front of me ran hastily. Remember your breath, your sweating, a warm heart, did not know had moist eyes. Today, thousands of miles distant, and now, separated by thousands of miles, and now, could not find you.
Now forget the umbrella will be careless, but fortunately, there seems little drizzle of the day, even with rain, rain, also landed in the middle of the night dripping. Alone in the night like listening to this rain, the whole world seems to have fallen asleep, only a not a dream I vaguely awake. Listening to the rain, thinking about those who can not fear the coming days of heavy rain, peace of mind well, so I am very happy, very missed.
I still forget the umbrella, and occasionally in the drier areas topped with one or two. Like last week, unexpected heavy rains, sudden stops, hurried to escape, quick step I slowly react, you've gone away, had quietly, very fate of the nearly nine years with me through time. Today, thousands of miles distant, distant mountains and seas.
The arrival of June, the summer bloom, you quietly left. Can not take an umbrella day and gone.
Is always accompanied, not dead, buried in my heart.
Still water runs deep, blue water is no longer
Static water depth of flow, streamer light shade to stay. Time, perhaps the term should be quiet, who can read it desolate gesture. Blooming season, Yula season, Iraqi people, pregnant people, old people, old friends, never overlapping layers of change, a flash cover all of the streamer.
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Sichun very old.
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Still believe that some people had to cultivate a heart, farewell, the silent desert, seeing barren. Will remain a small corner to drown after falling in one place it? Perhaps this will never not be a corner of hope, because after all, is falling falling deep in your shadow, the sun can not match the place, day day lament, but a burst of rain, raw cold, raw cold, complex raw cold. Seeing desolate corner of downtown, guarding the desolate heart, no hope of safety, after all, your feet can not touch the ground, quietly waited at the time side, wandering, tossing and turning, can not find direction.
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Leave a place, walk for another place to stay temporarily. Depth of flow is still like the days of static, quiet, gentle, and occasionally in the quiet time in the silent, looking at the sun, give yourself a warm look; watching rain, look at the memory of wet, lost and found story; watching the chaos of people coming and going, hiding in the corner of time, quietly waiting.
Bibo no longer, a year of time, elapsed. Season precipitation in the depths of the heart, it will hide the things we can not say; but the eyes, would say we are trying to hide things. Where do the eyes of the season?
In the late autumn or late winter? Clear of rain in the new, or green canopies night rain in the dream? In the early spring buds on the branches of the shallow, or in the roots under the cover of falling Sakula? Season pupil of the eye, clouds hid the depths of the silent, laid hold of any traces of, like the wind-like commitment, did they give any response.
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Through the misty health cush of mbt shoes rain in the spring after another, falling Sakula into the mound, willow is old. In early spring, there's early morning chill, independent flowers under a tree, looking upward, even if the sky bright stars. Soft like water, not speech, Wen Wanjing silent. Xu wind too, falling Sakula bursts and soaked the bottom of my heart, piece by piece, not less than a short stop strokes, is not bear to intermittent memory. Breeze, a touch of micro-cloud, rain Yi Sha, a setting sun, a crescent, are all a little shallow in the video streamer.
Sichun very old.
Uphold the open, and no time to wait, raw cold has passed, Montreal into mourning. Remember the plain language of a tree, a tree, slightly pink, like Iraqis Review of stare brilliance. Smile, Qingyin, litter is not easy to detect the retention lips. Time rush and did not notice; passing hastily, did not feelings; raw cold rush, looking back at, has long been desolate, stop at, no one in, a dead tree, flowers have long curtain call. Often thought, maybe its the silence that is a tree, after all, silent, see you next come from flowers. Left, a piece of litter, a land Suixin, makeup panic, barren heart, only watched it one day old.
Still believe that some people had to cultivate a heart, farewell, the silent desert, seeing barren. Will remain a small corner to drown after falling in one place it? Perhaps this will never not be a corner of hope, because after all, is falling falling deep in your shadow, the sun can not match the place, day day lament, but a burst of rain, raw cold, raw cold, complex raw cold. Seeing desolate corner of downtown, guarding the desolate heart, no hope of safety, after all, your feet can not touch the ground, quietly waited at the time side, wandering, tossing and turning, can not find direction.
Sophora moncler men vests tibet japonica light off, Wisteria Xuan shame. Qing Wu Qing Netherlands was about to take the water and saw the light summer sun, sunset, micro clouds. Attributed to the memory of the summer sunset at most hours of the fondly. Until then and after, when people still like a fast walk, may be a long-term habit. Addictive never walk, learning not attached, because there is no stay of the corner. Yong Yong San San remember the flow of people, noisy nocturnal Street, no street lights of the old road, the corner short and tall old buildings, there is a tree of a tree, magnolia flowers, vines unknown, familiar and unfamiliar with the face.
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will gradually forget. The tall small town, pro-clutch six years I have dust-like memory. Gradually lost track of time, it seems like a day six years, finally parting trip around the corner, elements shallow hand-waving, uphold the back, hide his face. The ground who see the eyes light forbear tears, and ultimately made scattered away from the horizon of the people, by the years, strangers meet, silently turn around, a "long time no see" being submerged in the dust a long time.
Leave a place, walk for another place to stay temporarily. Depth of flow is still like the days of static, quiet, gentle, and occasionally in the quiet time in the silent, looking at the sun, give yourself a warm look; watching rain, look at the memory of wet, lost and found story; watching the chaos of people coming and going, hiding in the corner of time, quietly waiting.
Bibo no longer, a year of time, elapsed. Season precipitation in the depths of the heart, it will hide the things we can not say; but the eyes, would say we are trying to hide things. Where do the eyes of the season?
In the late autumn or late winter? Clear of rain in the new, or green canopies night rain in the dream? In the early spring buds on the branches of the shallow, or in the roots under the cover of falling Sakula? Season pupil of the eye, clouds hid the depths of the silent, laid hold of any traces of, like the wind-like commitment, did they give any response.
Settled
Friends, life really can do it? Thus, all things can be settled, and the dust settles, only one, after thousands of miles, "So you are here." Silent phase to laugh, still regards the time of silence can still walk, still or imagined two people. However, you can not pull the hand well placed in the heart; greetings, also quiet well, and finally the waiting is just a way of existing, but placed a worried about security.
Time, season, passing, stories, memories, wait, what is all the dust settles it changed again and again?
Ever, how far?
Remember, years hermes birbin bags 40cm white 6099 silver 11 ago, wanted to stay away from inadvertently deep summer, away from July, far away from a full leave, looking forward to the season. Today, still wanted to escape from July to escape the bustling noise, flies happy warmth of the sun.
Always said, you, walking too fast, like a Solo travelers! I want to say, Oh, a man used to it.
Used to it, quietly formed a habit of how easily get rid of it? Can not forget, it is good to remember. So, thought, habits, and then I used it! Oh, willful habit of it.
If infected louis vuitton lace name coquette handbag with the color of each season, on the ink, the summer then I will melt into the misty rain misty willow shore, the sun after the new clear, written between the willow the bright blur of a blur, this is the last this season temperature. In summer, the sun is always so in the bright, warm warm the whole season, even the most deep Han Tan Yong was also a trace of the sun, seasons most gentle sun. Unfortunately, the warm sunshine so that his eyes moist, see more colors, remember that the only difference forgotten. Perhaps the only word the summer is such a short word it!
Many are waiting for an abrupt end in the summer, the outcome will be illegible settled as scheduled. After an absence of the long history knows no boundaries in time, meet each other, "Long time no see!" Yes, a long time.
Only one, the only one.
Went to such a season, so slightly cooler weather, this hasty step somewhere, could there turn the clock back, or not wake up dream last night? Miss the rush of the first order across the steps of the first order, to miss a person walking through the wind's, when holding the book miss coming home to walk alone, day after day, counting the days to walk the same, the same rush. Like that time I remember such a little, it seems that coming home to wayward moon belongs to me, perhaps, a sudden storm winds belong to me, or wet skirts, wet through, or insisted on a small umbrella , a little happiness in the rain line ... slowly ...
The same night, the same quiet, but can not find the familiar view, the only silent silence made me feel that summer is so familiar,'ve been here before settling time in previous years, long time in previous years settled.
Fleeting look at the hands of lay silent, a one, prosthetic silent.
Can always be just fine, I chose a mac girls story the memory. Who can glimpse not see, who do not know, no one would light the discovery quiet. Miss, is the time where a glimpse of it? Ratio and the dead end of the line you want, but unfortunately not in the old scene, only to see the color of deep and shallow memories, labeled with different labels are different seasons, are different miss, are different in the past, but all is always well corner. Falling dust, is it the best coverage, covering all the ups and downs, in the well of life is accompanied season growing old, dying finally turned into a miss.
Less than half the time, a grand farewell field will be staged. I was waiting in the summer season coming Muqiu. Fall or winter so that I can stay a while, so let me silence the season watching in a small corner of the shallow sun, a few with a piece of the fallen leaves. I do not know hold this quiet warm quiet mood or the season is so silent.
No flowers bloom, hiding the edge of sight, the sun is not found, even the sun or a glimpse of the missing, so it very good, very good, like leaves like, well like the dust has settled gentle and quiet time, a small well, if the season capacity.
Time, season, passing, stories, memories, wait, what is all the dust settles it changed again and again?
Ever, how far?
Remember, years hermes birbin bags 40cm white 6099 silver 11 ago, wanted to stay away from inadvertently deep summer, away from July, far away from a full leave, looking forward to the season. Today, still wanted to escape from July to escape the bustling noise, flies happy warmth of the sun.
Always said, you, walking too fast, like a Solo travelers! I want to say, Oh, a man used to it.
Used to it, quietly formed a habit of how easily get rid of it? Can not forget, it is good to remember. So, thought, habits, and then I used it! Oh, willful habit of it.
If infected louis vuitton lace name coquette handbag with the color of each season, on the ink, the summer then I will melt into the misty rain misty willow shore, the sun after the new clear, written between the willow the bright blur of a blur, this is the last this season temperature. In summer, the sun is always so in the bright, warm warm the whole season, even the most deep Han Tan Yong was also a trace of the sun, seasons most gentle sun. Unfortunately, the warm sunshine so that his eyes moist, see more colors, remember that the only difference forgotten. Perhaps the only word the summer is such a short word it!
Many are waiting for an abrupt end in the summer, the outcome will be illegible settled as scheduled. After an absence of the long history knows no boundaries in time, meet each other, "Long time no see!" Yes, a long time.
Only one, the only one.
Went to such a season, so slightly cooler weather, this hasty step somewhere, could there turn the clock back, or not wake up dream last night? Miss the rush of the first order across the steps of the first order, to miss a person walking through the wind's, when holding the book miss coming home to walk alone, day after day, counting the days to walk the same, the same rush. Like that time I remember such a little, it seems that coming home to wayward moon belongs to me, perhaps, a sudden storm winds belong to me, or wet skirts, wet through, or insisted on a small umbrella , a little happiness in the rain line ... slowly ...
The same night, the same quiet, but can not find the familiar view, the only silent silence made me feel that summer is so familiar,'ve been here before settling time in previous years, long time in previous years settled.
Fleeting look at the hands of lay silent, a one, prosthetic silent.
Can always be just fine, I chose a mac girls story the memory. Who can glimpse not see, who do not know, no one would light the discovery quiet. Miss, is the time where a glimpse of it? Ratio and the dead end of the line you want, but unfortunately not in the old scene, only to see the color of deep and shallow memories, labeled with different labels are different seasons, are different miss, are different in the past, but all is always well corner. Falling dust, is it the best coverage, covering all the ups and downs, in the well of life is accompanied season growing old, dying finally turned into a miss.
Less than half the time, a grand farewell field will be staged. I was waiting in the summer season coming Muqiu. Fall or winter so that I can stay a while, so let me silence the season watching in a small corner of the shallow sun, a few with a piece of the fallen leaves. I do not know hold this quiet warm quiet mood or the season is so silent.
No flowers bloom, hiding the edge of sight, the sun is not found, even the sun or a glimpse of the missing, so it very good, very good, like leaves like, well like the dust has settled gentle and quiet time, a small well, if the season capacity.
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