30 novembre 2011

Unknown world are more interesting isn't it

As a means of survival in this world.   Left and right to look ahead.   May find that a better world.   My steps not only to leave it there.   Put down the drop.   Do not know   One day   I will once again return to Haikou   At that time will remember its all in Haikou.   How in the future.   I don't want to know.   Unknown world are more interesting isn't it.   Now only need to do is to do things.
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30 novembre 2011

After roaming and thought all the way finally ushered in the first rays

We of body made skin to parents, but we eventually of home is does not like snow as from where died returned to where, parents giving we life, we died is buried Yu Earth, and is not in regression parents body, also of regression natural, different of process is has different of road, eventually also is is way return Cheap WOW Gold, visible life is how of full psychedelic color, nature is how of profound.   After roaming and thought all the way, finally ushered in the first rays of the morning dawn, in the vast expanse of Earth... [Lire la suite]
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30 novembre 2011

Northland under snow quietly all night it's still too early

Even Northern ice, great snow, South of steaming, as if in June the Chek Lap Kok Yang, fire and ice a two-day, two very different seasons, let people into two extreme environment, always with a tinge of false color. Long streamer, memory has become strained, like a dream-like true magic illusion.   Northland under snow quietly all night, it's still too early, a bit gloomy, the whole world into space: home, a glimpse of the snow was not forgotten, swaying in the gray morning light as white then health and attitude, white... [Lire la suite]
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22 novembre 2011

Both walking down the street and in the home

In his memory, there is no toy and partner because he is a mute, Yes, he does not speak. From the time he was five years old his parents just after he bought.   At that time, everyone smiles to him, he just cries, he was the treasure in this strange family, but he was always talking, one year, two years, he grew and adoptive parents about his attitude is getting worse. Later, he had a brother, which has raised cattle cabin, has become his home.   Both walking down the street and in the home, people tend to... [Lire la suite]
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22 novembre 2011

I just stand there quietly letting the light rain

Always tempted to think, just silence, could not help but sadness, could not help but too much is too much, couldn't tell, nor to interpret only with bitter tears, it renders out over and over again.   In the sky, rain gently float, gently brushed me lonely figure, and I just could not escape its gentle embrace, I just stand there quietly, letting the light rain that silk kiss of warm tears on my face, a string is a string back into the heart.   At one time, indulge in the slightest facial expression you; there was moved... [Lire la suite]
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22 novembre 2011

His small body in the crowd always seems so strange

It was dark, tube window not ourselves RS Gold, was wet with rain upwind into thin blankets.   The whole day, nonstop rain. In early autumn rain brings a bit of cool relief, he curled in a corner on cabin top webs daze.   He is to long for the rain to stop!   On the door is locked, only one bed in the room, a small stool, an old blanket and some of his shabby clothes.   Call him up, they are just whining pharynx pharynx, he shook the door frame, eventually attracted people's attention, so some people... [Lire la suite]
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15 novembre 2011

Lonely from the spread of the foot

In the flower withered in the season Wind is lost Under deciduous Windows a Dayan of the sound of weeping Sigh Chanting in the piano sound Intermittent--intermittent Touch blue More yellow than twilight hearts   Night Lonely from the spread of the foot Who is light A burning dawn   Such as Lu gray header She cold mountain Old people Heart care
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15 novembre 2011

In childhood I'm also obsessed with the same white fog

First white fog early this morning by my is not awakened dream Cheapest WOW Gold, sometimes I don't understand is this real or illusory, however, when I confused eyes, he found himself the first wake up, family and neighbors asleep, before-floats or is the white fog.   In childhood, I'm also obsessed with the same white fog. In those days themselves, apparently was not enough understanding of mist, and fancy is immortal hidden in it, "immortal is to invite me to the world? "I often ask myself seems to be a stupid... [Lire la suite]
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15 novembre 2011

Whispering loving glance residue windows window misty drizzle

Quiet comfort, with bronze candlesticks on the yoyo Chan Heung, as if spanning thousands of years, you wear Green shirts, quietly and religious interpretation of drunken American nichang dance with the RS Gold. ON MAWEI SLOPE down from the cold, but your delicate and lifted. My moment of silence, your heart shining a bright red flower, yuhuan, yuhuan .... Want to reach out and seize, come discover is yoyo inhibition by inhibiting Zen incense, Cabasa, broken strings sth   Whispering loving glance residue Windows,... [Lire la suite]
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08 novembre 2011

Look at your flower spirit of beauty

Love is deep   Lost in my building in jail   Only a can see your window   Not export did not want to go out   In the window of peer   Enough to liberate my body and mind   Free peace of mind wandering   Secret love in my heart of courage   Was in the heart of a legendary venomous insect I only in the shadows in the Sun   Look at your flower spirit of beauty   In the micro-cold autumn wind   Smell your scent intoxicating   Not luxury to wishful... [Lire la suite]
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