look out the window coiled up and extend the smoke,
Nike Shox R6, a vast pearly summer sky,
Nike Shox Sko Norge, revealing only a little light to pale blue mini. This pure color hanging in the wind,
Nike Shox Torch, as if the old things in actually never experienced everything from. -
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morn began apt wash the room,
Nike Shox Monster, apt quit extra period apt write a poem last night,
Nike Shox NZ, agreeable motif But when I equitable sit in front of the calculator, the father received a phone shriek from him and her mother argue. -
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fast with an worried rush to where her mama and father did not go to work, 2 portraits of children are clamoring for blocking gas clamor to go to divorce, worried about burning, I flame to persuade persuade, asked to ask to go, fortunately nobody solemn, but father has committed to play mahjong addiction, preoccupied her mother angry, so I watch they crash and scald, give me a peppery mother, dad, said her mother smiling so huge also Like when a baby has is 9 points more, can not aid but think in my heart: I abortion, and do not know when I have a enthusiasm to write can do it! I know I was all sharp and enthusiasm just by manuscript things, could not find a place to write the kind of feeling. -
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the original direction of writing often is the latent that touch the heart of sentiment, excitement, or because my mind suddenly sprang to a baffling circumstance, or because pushed my heart to see an article, so always want to be occasional ease of the breast surging sense of meditative recorded. Although the writing is always going to write off his mind, although, that always come up with words to return the hearts of their love of literature. -
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looked out from his pen those words, as is looking at his hand raised as a children, and my happiness is their mother. Different persona of my children, and some very shine, and some very mournful, and some very cheap and depressed. They who have inherited one by my shadow, all my body a little at a replica. -
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a friend saw me at last my dear children, to something which I am surprised the reviews: how your words are mostly in a nostalgic too! -
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moment, a stone dropped into a silence heart lake, their marveling, have you? I am nostalgic it? And my old things in what it can make me miss at present, not forgotten? Nothing more than a field that sad love of it. -
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those who missed the contingency to love spend the off marks in the memories I do not want to repeat, and those merged in breaking all the good I am terrified of letting forgotten. They just perplexed as a brittle and delicate but not the slightest use decorations placed in the I'm attempting to enjoy a elated heart. -
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words, those words I will reside in the way of life to recover feelings of 11. How many years after the original, although I repeatedly and deliberately ignored repeatedly accustomed to discard late at night when the share of older folk miss the lonesome, but it is always like an old friend gently buckle door sound, time and again beat ring my heart, time and again I opened the gate quickly vanished after the diagram, time and again I did not take liberties with the feeling they must accept it when the share of mood fluctuations. I thought it was out of the window again and again the air and rain, and all that it knocked the door of crisis. -
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husband mostly do not look while I wrote the treatise, I adore to write, he said, are what make him feel sad, would motivate his nerves, after wedding he does not read, I am quite thankful to him as I believe and indulgence, gave me a lot of mind space, so I'm free, do not scruple to accessible read their sensibilities. -
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me a mini morsel so the stream in time to go in the old puzzling to read their own entity, to adore him a tiny bit of my trust and love. A long time, in his love, all will have the memorable true as the sky appearance the window Yunjuanyunshu the. But think of light, but do not want to pour. Depression in the delight of living in my flat sandwiched studied to dance on the peak .-
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entire the time in their own heart, do not say out, who knows that losing weight namely to whom the face! Too many stories left us merely memories, likened to today's mood, and however not withstand the variety of quondam vicissitudes, but it namely true you can reach out to grip. Although the memories of the quondam again, and another was repeatedly heaved, and it will actually passed, even if we disburse with life on the commute, it will never come behind. And we today, it is closely emulated nigh the immediately in progress work hand in hand. -
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If there is in our lives have been divided into two kinds of men, there is a make you love at the outset sight, it will feel between the dumping has been deeply carved in love with him, because he can be a very plain eyes, can also be the most mutual, but because he was one of the words, in short, he makes you baffled to suddenly attach to it; different passage he will be increasingly the years, to give you a warm feeling, he rarely says he loves you , you can scarcely fall in love with him, but the maximum difficult in your life, when he accompany you via, you feel the most melancholy, he noiselessly to your side to know the heart of the tea. -
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sometime agree you the black heart, which can become friends. But the latter is precisely the time fempty of the vicissitudes of the more impressed you more, so you eventually be able to pay with his life. -
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I confess that the mood in the txt where I recollected that 1 moment I was tempted a man ashore, yet I too know, give me warm, so I do not feel wet in the wet season, in a thunder storm the night to me tight y'all, I do not feel the panic of men, he aboard the side. Even whether an day we wake the same way for the age folks clamor to get a divorce, yet also there are also numerous signs of life, my heart ambition mount, will we want to release tension, for opposed to holding hands. -
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well have stuck his head, complicated to forget a past that would have become the fable. We can shed tears in the story, the story can be sad, but never recovered in the story, like the window of Yunjuanyunshu, how do we follow, how can we retrieve? -
Simplicity namely the marrow of love
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