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< p > world to me gentle pending, blossoming spray, water trickling sluggishly, fangcaoqiqi, piece of the fallen leaves, snow, rain and fishes... I can catch the light, and I can step on the shadow. The light there is no temperature, but it can recall the most profound warmth, shadow and bright. It can find the longest! I am not surprised at what lost, I can always believe that life is coming,converse femme pas cher, can not have been lost,nike tn pas cher, and the most ordinary happiness in the side,tn homme pas cher, there is breathing, there is a pulse, there is vitality! I will not deny that I, like other people, and strive to forge ahead, no, eager to have the! Just I don't chase to envy, tired, I can set their sights on a side, with my breath, my pulse of my life to feel side of happiness!
< p > I have also thought of return, even if small, a fantasy, if the road can be I print a string of footprints to the string of footprints do not disappear, I want to repeatedly walking, with the soles of the feet feel stranded in the sand, I think with the temperature so that their germination, as I was able to seeding the four seasons,hogan interactive outlet, the ups and downs of the surprise! They hate the wind, tumbling into dust, but constantly give personal advice! Hate the heavy rain, they are compacted into mud, but also harsh language!
everyone in the world are all along the edge, is Tianyuandifang,tn pas cher, walked to the place, to see who is limited! People do not bypass the fate nor in the fate of tuyere depressed, but gradually mature, stick to the known, without fear of the unknown. Perhaps you feel that fame will make you extraordinary, but I think that the existence of itself is ordinary!
once someone asked me, "what do you think is the most beautiful, what is it?"" I firmly told her that it was alive, of course I understand that it is not easy to live! The old warrior heard a loud shout, saw Shencanzhijian people a face of firm. I feel the wind dihuai, she smile a smile, the wilderness is aromatic bag is, as it is to catch the nose of the moon, the moon hanging in there, not far not near,golden goose saldi, not histories of bronze,goyard paris, without a surprised to feel the blood red >
grab hold of the hand, stumble? Hold on to whose hand, play? Whose hand is the one who cries? Whose hand is the hand, sigh? He is looking forward to,hogan sito ufficiale, is to find the bow! I rely on, such as water mountain, like circadian plunder that don't go the vitality, years slowly pie one eye, don't talk about frames, a cappella cool, calm! He is agitated, the bow is faltering! I met people and just clicked immediately. Like hidden in the forest in a fiery sunset, jumping branded under the phantom of the opera, a gorgeous without bluff! I will think, I smiled, naughty, no one noticed; I will think, I cried, grief, no one cares! I like a comedy of the protagonist, poor acting but also from the bottom of my heart! Spring summer, autumn and winter, there may still rewind playback, moved himself burst into tears! Who braved the heat for me to buy some ice cubes, who braved the bitter cold for me to pass the coat? Who is crying for me? Who is I dumb? And who is clapping for me? I shouldn't deliberate attention to supercilious look or is a gimmick, because I cry, dumb, applause, let my firm, don't panic, Hugh to exaggerate!
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I Tuwan, people are much more comfortable, slowly walking home. Fast home door, I subconsciously use the eye more than light glanced just vomiting, saw cleaners grandpa was holding a broom slowly clean I just spit out the dirty things. After a while, the ground was clean, did not see someone's vomit. I have seen very touched, and have a strong curiosity about him, from then on I was quietly watching him. |
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