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Writing poetry, dance, photography, recording, stop a moment to us, the snow thousands of miles, you stand in the snow, the smile like flowers brilliant flying birds, drunk, drunk in my eyes, mind a blank. Time is my life the most beautiful time, at this time do not think bitter sweet is. Although, we did not hold a hand, though, we have not had an oath, though, no genuine and sincere commitment, though, no hope in youthful emotionsStorage for toys. Also in the snow season you go, with the velvet snow flying all over the sky, the roar of the northeastern wind send you to the Yellow River. Since then, the North did not snow in my mind, there is no snow in the hope, I fear the cold, afraid of the winter snowotter box iphone case. Only their trapped in the house, feel you send books, have a look you write poems, I can feel your pulse, and you with a body temperature of a miss, don't twenty years. My brother and sister are impressive, our pure friendship so long, also known as first again. So, we pick up the rusty pen, the pressure in the bottom of my heart and worried about how much I miss you, write in my space, bloom the most beautiful words, write a look of suffering, not forget tangled thick miss. Now it is snowing in winter, you can write your float text, snow falls on the Yellow River shore emotion, into the ink writing in china. You can feel your years, and everybody it doesn't matter, you love the people know how to you, don't understand what you say is of no use to, sing their song let others out of tuneMen clothing brands online. At this moment, I am in the snow of the north, listening to the beautiful songs, thinking of the distant place friend, what a pleasant thing ah, and the melancholy eyes, looked has been recorded in the heart. In this cold and snow season, let the text passed a warm and caring each other, spectrum a truth of the movement, high mountain and flowing water sound, played in heaven on earth. |
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