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| Touch of the blooming time, in that the walls of Siangkou. Alley in deep, narrow space, was the wind gently groaning sound of the shuttle. Like a little bit of music, onto the surface of the water clear response. Secret of the sky, the wind came Stoppering the paper, the balcony in the alley not circled. Who sent it was the wind of thoughts? In the soft wind, the seems to tell the thousands of miles away slim. Put down in detail the sky bright light, wrapped in each other respiratory organs, it is a suffocation. Tall buildings, the mosaics of the great wall in high-colored glass, blazing down the glare reflected light, burns a large area of skin. Such a pain. Every story behind the aroma is a cup of jasmine tea light. Like a distant song, and ran wild. I am free of the earth in the uninhibited, continuously leaning against the breeze, bathed in the blue of the sun, indulging in the style of a speechless. Dense palm lines, the reflection is lingering years. Such as a scene out the window scene scenery passing by the enchanting winding into a cold desolate Li. So in the ups and downs of the earth in search of the slightest hint of warmth to comfort. Deeply into the time you printedmy formfaint, clearly have no choice but to sigh. That evening over a cup of tea in the sunset, Mingyugreeted and bid farewell to one yesterday. Some sense of elements in mind, the cruising. After another of the sun, in bright summer in full bloom. I clean under the sun, writing a number of enjoyable text, description of a piece of paper full of sunshine. Vertically and horizontally between the gully, filled with the vicissitudes of the years to come. Numerous text paper describes their ancient legends. The voice of a bloom, the lines in the spring, the repercussions of the decline of the notes. Text in the mending of the shortcomings of the summer full of loopholes. Since then, with an ugly scar along the sky in the Lang Lang. Vague, the healing of tension contraction heard all sorts of struggles. The sky is full of pure sunshine. I spent the morning cleaning all bed sheets and clothing, decorated with colorful balcony. Shop the sheets to dry in his bed at night in bed, you can smell the flavor of the sun are. The taste is very quiet. As if the sun was surrounded by midnight. Always warm hidden pleasure, as simple as that. The screen reminds me of some warmth, tenderness of the moment with each other. Very distant memory, like old-fashioned sunlight, the issue of old-fashioned atmosphere. 10,000 kinds of customs of the summer night, as if the eyes of Valentine39s that Qiushui Wang, Feelings tenderness. Soft dream, it is far away, near a step by step, into the heavy siege. However, under the brilliant sunshine as the bubble, the bursting of the moment. The text covered the entire screen, still can not build a complete story. It39s fragmented, so the story incomplete. Had a long dream. Valuables in the sun cracks the window of free time, opened his eyes, looked afford towering white ceiling, his face showed the expression. A long dream that may have been a long, long time across the old days, in fact, only a brief moment to complete. Wake up after the loss of diffuse sense of heart. Some dream of some people is the moment across, there is no further recurrence. Therefore, thought it was Many Lives, Many Masters. I pasted in a dream some of the missing words, and dreams of the notes that flow slowly and gently, and singing like the wind, so light, there is no weight. The rainy season does not seem tiffany to have the past, but at the moment, is full of sunshine town drunk. Out the window began endless noise. Cries in the alley. Laughter of playing children. tiffany engagement ring Cries. Motorcycles scream past. Car over the rumbling sound. Gas workers in the closed bottle sound. Collection of old electrical appliances trumpet. In addition, thin sound of the wind over the bay windows. After short-term noise, it is the quiet, in the quiet alley, only wind gently twitter. Above the narrow alley, therebright sunlight, as in the old buildings. Wind, when all the alley clothing balcony windowlimp walk around, especially when drought limits the sun light. Touch as if it backs away, often in a dream, in the decline in time, and gradually formed the oldest old story. Turn the fleeting time, became an eternal time immemorialshallow sing. The sun remains the same, the gullyseems more profound. Passage of the whisper softly become lingering. Away in trivial detail, the noise around us into a quiet dream, layers of old cast a color, it is to cherish the memory of loneliness. We are all in the way that met the reflection time. In each other, the pouring of the downtown Montreal. And then the silence of the lonely few. Department awake, but a pillow off the melancholy. Suddenly back, felt the Agency39s smile, over the years. Is still the smiling faces that clean, shine in the sun. But it was getting farther and farther away from the dream gradually blurred, gradually passing away. All the vicissitudes of life has become. Sun. Smiling face. Flowers. Time. Color. Miss. Under long fences, the quiet corner of the world, the sun still shine. Baicao leaves, quietly blooming in a dream. It was reborn as a child you dream of Bud? Why in the bright light, there is such a clear taste? Ying-Yinglike a face, in a distant dream, the lingering in a few fleeting time. | ||
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