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alexandra · Wysłany: Pon 18:00, 21 Mar 2011 Temat postu: I am still not in my fleeting

time knew it, had already reached the end of the year quietly, looking back across, and in this the past year, the number of romantic season gone so silent in the fingers.
Perhaps the people in the growth of this long road, we can only use a few words, With some initial move, to pay homage to share memories of long gone with the wind.
often think, childhood innocence and carefree youth.
often thought, sway with friends ink, wine Poets of the case.
always remember, that an increase both familiar and unfamiliar faces.
Now, it all seems to have been as time footsteps died away, the only place left me alone, stand alone in the past the clouds, the term spread melancholy, lonely and eventually I burial.
leaning out of windows away from the sea, the moon is poor and recollections this ping ping ze ze years, the heart of the flowers had faded yellow, and sometimes could not help but always ask yourself this life experience, you remember How many lives, but also forgotten how much? Matter of the world total as Damengchuxing like, look back until the time when it is discovered that thousands of years later torn time.
Liuniansishui, melt the years unknowingly have forgotten so many, once the familiar face, seems to have more in the years to go farther in the wind, and left in some of memories traces scattered into a mottled ground, never be brought back yesterday's bright prosperity.
a big crowd, the meet, know each other, parting, forgotten, perhaps so easy, any time no matter how backward it is, how thick the memory and eventually, few can be spared a watery-like The fleeting dip.
the night outside the window , or as always, quiet, quiet scene in this, and, opening a piece of music for their own point of a lonely smoke [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], as if the rest of the world to me as a person, quiet people so pain.
refers to the smoke, slowly moving, looking at the smoke that constantly Jumping, I seem to feel that it's dancing, and even the beat note produced the most instinctive understanding, I wonder if this is my The illusion is blurred eyes, and when I close my eyes feel ready to go when it discovered that my share of music has long been the vicissitudes of life to the buried.
Sometimes, I was always thinking, if the years of hurried footsteps could Slow down, and then slowly, that the more good. Unfortunately, all this is but delusion fills my heart, the passage of time remains the same, and I still was still the towering Red Dust, the twists and turns of the front row.
perhaps, in a lot of time, we are beyond our control in the recollections was, without any warning, there still is no reason, it is like hidden in the depths of our souls as a kind of instinct , always imperceptibly, changing the way we dominated on the direction of body and mind.
I do not know if this is a blessing or a tragedy, although the growth of each section are required to pay a price, however, when we discard those naive and Sentimental, after what we can do the rest? This problem, I can not help but again and again fell into confusion in the.
evening, the cold wind seems to know what is going to say goodbye to something, especially melancholy hissing of the wind blowing [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the experience with gusts brought sorrow and looked up at the distance, trance, and I seem to see figure of his youth, heard the young grand ambitions, but unfortunately , time is like water, this non-dream scenes of a dream scene, but blink of an eye to the moment the curtain call, no matter how much sadness in my heart, and regardless of my hands firm grasp of how, when the bloom again, the remaining, only endless misery of the.
has been forgotten, the year of laughter.
has been forgotten, the year the group were children. has been forgotten, the year Fruitful.
dusty, open Notepad, stroking the cold lines of text in the TV drama, as if the whole world left me a man, his thoughts could not help but once again the corridors of time and space shuttle, to see that gorgeous colors, to hear the sound of fun to share recollections Sentimental outspoken, often bearing in mind here, and my heart will always feel particularly quiet, as if everything in this worldly troubles, since I can no relationship with the.
end, stray fall for, the city is infected wound, which looked at the yellow ground Fei Xu, and my heart only the coaching alone. Blossom with previous years, this way of life passed lethargy of more than twenty, when I look back [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], like in the Mood for Love in this, after several joys and sorrows, with several clutch, had no heart or compassion overjoyed emotions, and the remaining is only a trace of vanity Qingchou Bale.
along the way, the Red rolling, do not despair with much sadness traces in the memory of my ghost room.
wine and song, a few silly words, overwhelmed deeply grieved, they can only send the sky remote moon heart.
time was removed, not fleeting, and I, still, solo romantic night [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], drunk asked what year past and present.

alexandra · Wysłany: Czw 17:07, 24 Mar 2011 Temat postu:

Sitting on the train home, do not want to leave the pen from the hand, do not know what I wrote, and perhaps even the sentences are Rom [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and may not feel his hands, and finally realized, was that on the way home the train that person for me to write poetry, it is emotion, not done before never knew what he was meaning. Unfortunately, it then too young and frivolous, not noted cherish. Say too late, too late to come back even if I think I will go the same feeling that it may be only symptoms of it.
unconsciously [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], is back, perhaps too much nostalgia, perhaps my heart has been so worried about it ... ...

only a few years a few days too! So many changes in the school environment, every step would be the point of screaming, back door is now the front door, out of the good, the bridge behind the school engaged in a rockery
course now, there is a small garden, dating before Road Stadium is now the front door, and before the trees are mature, that is football, and the edge of the garden has not changed, and perhaps leave a memory of it, like people, personnel full recovery, but the memory is left, br>
Yes ah, people have changed, not to mention the environment, the spring season, the jokes, the heart was raining, is excited is moved is impulsive, and depression, memories ... ... not really understand, but also do not understand. So go on.

see the original Clover almost gone, the grass is not so dense, because the reason for the construction of ... ... especially the mood here [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I do not know what it's like, but there was floating in the air

Guiyang, in addition to what you have nothing, no particular style, especially the King, do not even know what places of interest, but have gone through, and perhaps leave a good thing, perhaps because certain things happened, some people Whether it ... ... at least the memory of pain and joy ... ...

worried about pulling cousin, Guangzhao have this place, and approached the children, in addition to floating heart, emotion, recall also moved. There Such feelings hurt it? will not be too exaggerated, it does not know, actually, I think he and I would also like him, more like them, but the opposition could go back and say that environmental changes, people changes, most of the are like that ... ...

30 when not to play as much as possible about it, how to play does not hurt others is not criminal.

when playing on the road to the train, only funny, the train came to a stop. brother in the guard told us to go to the train photography, but also help us photos, let them with us according to them I'm sorry, babbling! good good

good in the end how much this world , how many bad guys in the end.

if the good with the bad guys can write like the face, and that someone else will not be misunderstood, ashamed

comes, I lot of things, has an older brother to help me get that, I thought it was robbed of it, but let him have nothing to what took the phone still does

110 according to my brother I hope you can see that my brother forgot to say thank you, Oh good, good people these days do not dare. too much a disadvantage.

bad ah

also warned people to know who do not bully, do not overestimate you can change them, what kind of person can become a gangster, and swindling the most powerful ... ...

that when good young worship leader. Since that they and prestige, sense of obligation, and honest. anything for his friend . now know that this view is too stupid.

bully with possession of love, care about normal people would use the feelings, even feelings are not, how to say it out of love, really do not understand, even if you each days of talks about love, not as thirsty when she gave her a glass of water, fry it, even if you die of thirst, he would say I love you, use your money to buy Well, with your own feet to go Well, you know I love you, too disgusting.

those barbaric, those high-handed, those being unreasonable, unreasonable human nature, it's horrible. bum bum

Guiyang really too much, we must be careful, too many villains, do not I believe they love you fry it, will you change it, let alone a dog eat shit bum also can not change it, not even their country of education, even eating their meals for a few years out of state or a look. They always love their own.

now the most emotion, the book is the ladder of human progress [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], more books only the best, only the knowledge to control their own destiny, to change themselves in order to make people respect and can understand man, we have very good

However, nothing in life experience can be meaningful, but really do not want to harm others, not to his own delight in the suffering of others, good people will always admire both hands and feet, and why can not use their own labor in exchange for it, so do not fear, the sense is not very good thing, Life is short, why not do a good understanding of life.