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You say: there is a love nature, there is a relationship forever Trade shows China. Listen to the call my heart is soft, eyes wet, feeling strong, long, touched my heart the most soft touched! Let's get to know each other, let's know each other, feeling let we fell in love! Thank you for let me walk into your world, and thank you for coming to decorate my world, it is you, enrich the memory of my life, with an ancient legend, from then on, the I have you!

The best food is probably mother do glutinous rice cakes. We sisters (me, brother, sister) three people sitting in front of the stove, eyes tight stare at iron pot pancakes, watched the snow-white pancakes "before", at the white gas, bottom of the pot on the oily. This day, the house was full of festive atmosphere, the aroma of pancakes pervaded the whole adobe houses yoga studio hong kong, to lure us salivating, throat "goo goo."

At the end of the day, the last sunset sky under the mountain, it was getting dark. Mother just do some pancakes, ready for dinner. At that time, a club, bunch of hezekiah peddler sounded the wooden door of my home: "elder sister, I spend the night in the night DR REBORN?" Tis at my mother said.

Look down the voice, tis about the appearance of their 40 s and 50 s, dark, tall, thin, slightly bright insight.the person who back, shoulders bear the wooden crate. "Aye, you come on in and get to go again tomorrow morning." Mothers who let the peddler into the room.
  

Time footsteps garden-like may, near the path of the locust tree is lively prosperously compose full of white flowers, is a faint sweet fragrance in the air you find.

It was a clear and bright day, then saw the of a tree a tree, a bunch of a bunch of flowers. Pure white, green shaded by each other. The blue sky, the locust tree, like the one to be a tree of white as snow flowers as a wash to the sky. Flowers swaying gently with the wind, the clusters of white flowers like the clever jade butterfly dance from the exquisite you find online, and hung like a lush green leaves with a string of small bells, the music played a season with the wind.

"Samuel lam may overflow qionghua, fragrance and drunk." A breeze, the whole people then bathed in a faint sweet fragrance in the wind google ranking, feel refreshed, relaxed and happy. Compared with "color" of sophora japonica, I prefer it "sweet".

In addition, the sweet smell is familiar with the sweet childhood memories. When I was a child, most people were not too rich, YuQian, sophora japonica became small partners common delicacies. Every season of flos sophorae fragrance, about on a few partners, rolled off the sophora japonica, regardless in his mouth. Sweet tooth cheek color first, then, that the incense will eat into the belly. Then, we will smile of contentment. Now that I think about it, all feel happy. The clusters of Joan.   

Drops of ink on paper, paper left a monologue. Xie, kapok, gardenia flower, always stay not to live. Final year, day after day can not get, put out, the overflow, never forget. Story is always so tortuous blurred, helplessly watched the miss, passing through you find online, just know, and all the way and cherish it.

Says, foolish, appearance, don't forget. A summer kiss xiu.

Ink dyed rice paper, can't remember the world of mortals, who is crony, looking TingChang, looking at all the sunset end, dean sighed deeply, wet heart like mist assembled to water. Thin figure a tears like rain, eyebrow on the world of mortals dream up sorrow you find online. Prosperous town much rain, longitudinal eye looks, just blurred.

Night breeze soft breeze, the mood, because once had. The memory traces of tenderness like chasing the sky clouds, lambency, beauty, after less than, can't touch Elomet.
  

On this day, don't want to say anything Nespresso
, picks up some hope, lifting the cup of wine, cuddling in early summer the wall in the dim light of night, a simple greeting for you. Is tedious life, life dependent on the streams rivers, slowly flowing, no colorful, without imposing. Jump streams, also can have flowers, grass, trees, green.

Annual day again. The warm season, beautiful sky short stay apartments. Screen wash gently with the springs of life, yesterday's time, it was a ray of dawn, the sun through the mist, ground guanghua, the fog dispersed, dew to sleep quietly. Yesterday, has been left behind, worthy of collection, moving, give a person delighted all silent silent in backpack, this is the calm heart hands, divine comedy is also a warm soul, as for the grief, worry and puzzling sad, lost Underfloor Heating.

Life is so dull, plain like a cup of plain boiled water, give a person pale don't swallow. As today's rain, wet streets, cause my disordered nerves, gave rise to the shoulder pain. The street that rotate under the red umbrella, grows a how to face, the face expression, what does it matter with me? Open the music, let those who dragged his long tail tadpoles full whole room, point to the life style, style, like from the cello in the flowing out of that kind of vigorous plump, cheerful personality, full of deep and complex emotions; Like from Hu Qinzhong overflow of emotions, or passionate or wen wan, or long; Also like coming from the round dance strong vitality, and rotation. As the spring breeze, aroused the earth, like the summer rain, scrubbing of the earth, like the golden, the harvest joy, like a distant snow, be quiet.

  

Winter is very rare to see him, is probably the day is cold, no warm clothes, how does he spend a long winter, I still don't know. His children lived in this village SEO, may be now give him something to eat, that cannot bear to see him die.

On the junior high school, I seldom see him again, and after nearly a year or two, you think of such a person, the person ask just know he is dead for a long time. Is a tree in the village after the commit suicide by hanging, a 2:00 late-autumn fruit .

Buried in the library in the day, just as what also didn't happen.

Past comparable to cry, cause I'm thinking of humanity, a poor man, a madman, a lifetime, for these no feelings as a child, how tragical now? I have no sorrow to him, at best, only sympathy, his situation not let other people sad, hurt, he, is our feeling. When you get serious, maybe you will also have a trace of bitterness on human nature, is now gradually forgotten and the details of the dead, but the living the indifference of hypocrisy is still continuing Singulair, heart fainted, our record is your, don't care about yourself have reference value for the world. Is selfish people, tend to put people into the edge of the position, the final itself boldly jump again.
  

I'm still looking for, that is an expansive is endless prairie, basking in the warm sunshine in the air around, send out a sweet smell, the weeds around the breeze blowing, the thrum shua shua, running the sheep on the grass, a "baa baa" cries from time to time, the harmonious atmosphere permeated with the taste of happiness, melodious song to think of it, has been drifting along the song, I followed the melody, fierce light in a moment will suddenly I stopped fully furnished, I slowly opened his eyes, burst my tears have been naughty eyes, run out, I didn't want to cry, but I can't. That a familiar face, how many times in my dreams, kindly as she, warm like her, I want to hold her, kiss her, but I can't. Her face is so let me want to be close to, want to attachment, face the whole deep gullies is how cute and charming, I really want to use my kiss to heal it, but I can't.
She looked at me, laughing, her smile not good-looking, the strips gap also seemed to twist into a rope, the face also does not have any meat, only large chunks of brown spots distributed evenly on her face, but it seems to me that is sending out a halo of light , have the taste of sunshine, warm taste, have the taste of love, have the taste of her.
My heart in trembling, or is excited, or even moved. A little girl suddenly jump out from behind me, before she came to her a small run, no moment to stay, took her hand and went outside, until to drag her to a market stall selling sugar cookies, and then pointed to the sugar cookies while with longing eyes looked at her, her to touch the little girl's head Elomet, and smiled. On the way back in the little girl eating sugar cookies while humming no marginal tunes, tao ran in front, look at the girl happy back, her with love and spoil, and saw the little girl happy with sugar cookies and his friends to share, he smiled is satisfactory.
  

The dawn of the former picture scenes scurry around kowloon hotel hong kong.
In that year, I'm 12 years old. The summer vacation season "difference". In order to capture workpoint, niang in turn clock every day to paddy fields "CheYang" float. Niang "work", would wake me up, and told me not to sleep too heavy, get up early for breakfast. Sometimes, I overslept not timely and up to do breakfast, after came back from work niang, never blame me, just want to be in the pains of a hurry to do breakfast for siblings.
Go CheYang niang sometimes take me. I was very reluctant to do farm work in the morning, but as long as I see niang's eyes I have to go to , because in the eyes of niang, clear writing the need to understand and help.
In paddy fields CheYang 2:00 morning, worries me most is "sand mosquitoes" (a kind of sand grain size of the worm), sand swarms of mosquitoes flying around, bites on the head, neck and body, has some pains and itching; Second, many leeches in the seedling bed, I fear most is a leeches stick on the leg blood, sometimes adhesion on seven or eight legs miris spa hk.
CheYang, only looking forward to the morning star rises early. See the phosphor, the mood will be very good, because the day will dawn, dawn, sand mosquitoes are less.
  

The butterfly inside the glass, climb the thrill of back and forth, thin leg, in the not too clean glass, all the way down, again and again hong kong hotel tsim sha tsui.

Already bleak, aimless drifting, not the pride, beginning what end?

Slightly cold wind, such as extra warmth, the setting sun like old, no longer start some yellow leaves, go some hurried footsteps, occasional tightly wrapped in the scene. This autumn, this afternoon, around tables, abnormal lost, I only then gently resonance plate .

It will ever go to memory? In the depths of its mind is perhaps the heart there, ever leave traces of that once flew over, even if not too long, is simply so, perhaps it fly in the road, will be the next to continue to conquer. I have a laugh, but for yourself.

With the persistent, far beyond reach , in addition to me, again silent response! And I, also the fading.