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| Is sitting in a big house does not seem to sense movement, that is, do the flight? This can and my dream is not the same as the first flight. dolce gabbana In the dream, I was always a man fly, high, far, and thousands of miles, there are houses around the gradual fall in my foot. I am a person off the ground, sneaking into the clouds, the fluttering... ... I have always imagined the birds then fly on a person, Zhang wings glitter in the clouds. But now it is also called the flight do? We obviously sat in another room, it is not flying, but riding a flying house is ... ... I do not know what has happened, the air is not very wonderful feeling. However, the long and arduous journey, and soon afterwards went to. We came to the South, Guangzhou, and a reform and opening up the four seasons bloom city. I suddenly dolce et gabbana discovered that this world apart from home, the original there are many other places, other people and other cities ... ... Is this world is like winter, autumn and spring and summer do the same as changing back and forth? I am in what place? My home? I know things? My little cradle and puppies do? I do flowers and grass ... ... and even - in winter snow? I have seen what? ... ... Neither here, mountains and rivers and lakes, nor luxuriant forests, there is no bush and villages ... ... City ah, all the city! | ||
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