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| My memories from childhood epiphany that remain Туроператор Гонконг in the memory like past video screen bright and playful childhood difficult to play my heart lost white moonlight exactly if wings Yu Xiang clean the sunset light leakage childhood yearning to recall my heart is vain childhood flawless I creak of the style of writing is melancholy apathy I write instead of poetry, but miss. The rain under the rhythm of the night, think it over and over again, I can't really say that? Is there courage or no willpower? The time rain like the passing, night, finally still can't understand, I like her, also love her, for her can give up everything, I have asked her, but she...... She also know remember these, maybe she forgot she may remember, I disappointed sigh, braved the rain to stand in the rain, feel the rain hammering, the face of rain, cool, wet, cold, I know at this time I was very weak, so it is happy? Or disappointed? The contradiction between the hearts of the drums, I at a loss, with hundreds of thousands of misty rain Attractions in Hong Kong, passing under the missing. May my heart hear and she can see. No winter cold, no heat of the summer, there is no spring green, some just leaves to follow in the footsteps of the autumn wind bleak, fluttering Sasa toward distance flying, don't understand you are how to think, confused look at flowers bloom, green to green to, send is not only a leaf green, yellow leaves falling at my feet, as if to find the home ownership, roll a circle quietly lay down, slowly squat, blow the dirt in the leaf, I dare not will pick it up, because I am afraid to unknowingly lost it. Back in the yard, or ice dregs loose with dilute not falling, hit in the face, hit in the hand, playing on the mobile phone, but I can't see the completely indifferent overlooking the month, cold, not even the body shook, a little thick fog, gradually wet eyelashes, the eyes are filled with tears, but also it is not clear whether the fog or tears, the body of the pavilion was also sub ice melted slowly, it is not clear whether the water or sweat, the mobile phone transmission sad song "Twilight", broke the silence of all, turn off the mobile phone to let her return to restore calm, never static, because of her, because she is never static, may still not out, but I know she has been staring at, staring at me, staring at the permanent static world, and in the world of me . I was lost, clothing was soaked and I do not know, there is no slightest retreat in the eyes, unexpectedly revealed not Gandhi look, why? Unwilling ah unwilling, I am not strong, but not the weak. The boundless life journey, dare to dye the sky in my blood, dare to my tenderness of glaciers, dare to my tough move heaven and earth; long experience in the world, dare to my feeling all over the sky, dare to my Zhiyong used in ancient and modern times, dare to my literary grace of cliff guards. Windy, covered with is not clear of sweat and fog water, slowly slowly into the house, gas ah, I know. I have a cold. |
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