Yiyewumian

ifxxanj21 · Wysłany: Śro 0:22, 16 Mar 2011 Temat postu: Yiyewumian

When you love someone ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you give him the right to hurt you .
this case, said that all right,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], we always can not learn lessons , and again the trap in this beautiful struggle .

Yiyewumian , the price of dark circles and redness .
23 -year-old record of my birthday will be summarized in
However , you can not make me cry in SPECIALDAY ..

is , close is not valuable.
the first to give me a happy birthday , and actually love Iraq , I am very grateful, the old friends still remember my birthday. Thank you
just answered the phone , is the baby tigers , as concerns So greetings ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], thank you ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], baby .
take calls and see the message, is poor for my birthday wishes ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], after all , it is thank you .

And you,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you let me sleep
Thank you for your birthday , uh, nice gift .
there last time I leave you on the phone that sentence
let me know ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], your love , that's all !

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3lpvv320 · Wysłany: Pią 12:52, 18 Mar 2011 Temat postu:

Editor's Note: dandelion blossoms bloom, the sun is so warm, all the better are quietly in the initiation, then do you try to relax, be happy. Conception is still a good article,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], needs to be improved ways of expression, there are unreasonable and in other words the phenomenon statement. Harder. Goes slowly tear the paper covered with writing, sentence by sentence, looking at the words written above, little by little in his mind erased. Those unforgettable memories, every word is so strong look, no turning back, it is so torn out. Tear yesterday, tearing the memory of those who left, everything is broken, to the end of time.
those broken in the paper slowly burn into the fire, no pain, no suffering, the whole body has been paralyzed. Everything was dead,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], not at all to stay. Area of the sky yesterday, the sun will no longer appear,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], there will not share the warmth, there will not be that loud laughter, everything not to be. That when the generation of indulgence is over.
like a long, long time ... ...
aloof to drift with no time, no place, dandelion flowers, when no one knew where he was going to drifting? When will stop coming next spring will not take root when, who knows how will his destiny? In his mind had no direction,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], their fate in the end will be where? He smiled his journeying, why should such a drift? Yesterday, a familiar environment that constantly emerge in my mind, those vague memories. When the bid farewell to all this from their own but also to open a new journey.
wandering in their own this time, hope to see more things. A section of river, a mountain blocks, and more beautiful scenery, but it is not deeply aware of their own. The road ahead is how much longer? When they could find their own fate? Why they can not fly free like a bird? Why the shackles of the wind? Even feel a trace of regret, life in the struggle rebirth again and again, fearing harassment and fear of another heart, and finally will not fall into ruins, to end such a long journey. Then your own will be lost forever, never mind their own people, when the dandelion flower never see the sun smile.
commitment to those who have their own, how to realize is not fooling ourselves, and now the feeling is so confused and helpless. When you choose that indulgent farewell since that time, it is destined to lose more. May eventually come into the path of death, want to go back but everything has been beyond our control, that everything was shattered, will never again have the dandelion blossoms bloom, the sun is so warm, he would you keep laughing.
in wandering journey through the many, many ... ... hope, life, broken and reborn, this kind of life will come to an end when the dream of that place will not arrive. Or kept floating, the feeling is really adaptable, able to survive like, really really want that dandelion flowering season, this is a miss or a look?
the hardships along the way, accompanied by the wish to carry to this day. But why go broke? Why should we stop, the ruins were really falls, there will not be that the soil around the atmosphere, there will not be the taste of water, not warm. Everything gone, everything fell into a haze into the heart of the dream completely broken, there was no longer possible. Is this the ultimate destination of their own, struggling so obvious no purpose. Gently close your eyes, breathing solitude around, listening to the heartbeat calm, and slowly go ... ...
slumber feeling like they are so far away. Momentary touch, opened a pair of frightened eyes, all eyes really like a dream. Found himself lying on a pair of hands,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], lying quietly on the way there, in front of eyes looking at his eyes is so firm, wish to turn the flash, was so straight and strong, and thus stayed spent looking at. A burst of wind came, the body left the hands away from her slowly, looking at the eyes of sight ... until ... suddenly fell down, that place of dreams in mind, that place has been looking forward to. Earth's atmosphere, the taste of water,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], warm sunshine, the hearts of instant boiling. Once again my mind flashed a pair of firm eyes, full of hope in life. She made my life once again reborn. Really really want to hurry to the flowers that season, will be able to let her see that there are a pair of eyes full of hope, is so strong and persistent.
when dandelion flowers, will be filled with more hope. The warmth of the sun will be more in that glorious season, all intertwined with this beautiful eternal.
dandelion flowers, when the dream is burning.

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Mr. Dawson was an old grouch2), and everyone in town knew it. Kids knew not to go into his yard to pick a delicious apple, even off the ground, because old Dawson, they said, would come after you with his ball bullet gun.
One Friday, 12-year-old Janet was going to stay all night with her friend Amy. They had to walk by Dawson’s house on the way to Amy’s house, but as they got close Janet saw him sitting on his front porch3)and suggested they cross over to the other side of the street. Like most of the children, she was scared4)of the old man because of the stories she’d heard about him.
Amy said not to worry, Mr. Dawson wouldn’t hurt anyone. Still, Janet was growing more nervous with each step closer to the old man’s house. When they got close enough, Dawson looked up with his usual frown5), but when he saw it was Amy, a broad smile changed his entire face as he said, “Hello Miss Amy. I see you’ve got a little friend with you today.”

y6zm6299 · Wysłany: Pon 9:57, 28 Mar 2011 Temat postu:

time contained two dozen so in the years quietly flowing river . Reach out and want to retain,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], at this time they found themselves already exhausted ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and only gradually allowed to quietly across the old skin, forehead wrinkles fade in , the head of an increasingly graying of the hair on the temples . Inability to retain,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], can not stay. Maybe I have been out years after the amusement tempered by it! Headphones are beautiful melodies Rosenthal , still played the song in my songs. The foot of the luggage on the way blankly stands in the side, so I am unable to take up a bit .

dull stare , I was about? If it is not in the hands of the ticket , I seems to have his wandering footsteps are ahead. Some people say that is not the same loneliness and solitude , loneliness is when a person alone , and loneliness is an inner cry , a need to cry inside and ideological sustenance . Maybe this time I am more suited to the ranks it alone !

Beijing is cold, the wind that Speranskia . Bind tightly clothes , and take up that some heavy luggage, some insufficient. Farewell to the Where next ? Now I do not know. Where is my end ? Maybe I really belong in this life , only that one was short of the grave it.

hurried pace as the years of youth , gradually leave me . Now think of those of the past may seem repentance . Those passing fleeting ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and now think it turned out I had then the world came true . But now , I bring in what means to pay homage to my early days it?

to write a poem touch ? Pu a song ? Or write an easy article to get on the rot is difficult to interpret and elaborate for ? I would like now to hold a memorial ceremony , and only slowly in the rest of the time the recall , it slowly to the nostalgia ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!

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And most of all, I will laugh at myself for man is most comical when he takes himself too seriously. Never will I fall into this trap of the mind. For though I be nature's greatest miracle am I not still a mere grain tossed about by the winds of time? Do I truly know whence I came or whither I am bound? Will my concern for this day not seem foolish ten years hence? Why should I permit the petty happenings of today to disturb me? What can take place before this sun sets which will not seem insignificant in the river of centuries?