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Begonia below the main building of the West House opened.
a tree a tree of flowers, reminding us of scenes the horizon of clouds: a touch of pink, white and tender, thin Motif,beats by dre, or stay forever, or aloof from the world, aloof looming, fell into a fairy waist veil. From afar, you'll drown in your dreamland waking, and that a powdery white, that touch of light, it is a dream floating in the sky ribbon Lan Ying, it is no longer the bright galaxy The eye-catching, but so moist and soft, seemed to touch the flower head will be like the morning dew Hyun, slowly overflowing open, clear stream that fishes along the core head and core slowly slid Mahogany neck to Since mercury is like a dream-like ribbons floating down gently into the serenity of the night.
around the concrete floor around the crabapple tree, and the light spread a layer of Motif, the thickness varies, you would suspect it was the wind wrinkled the silk. Laying swirling that from time to time, lift up your facial features light,Nike Mercurial, they must indulge, they must not stare, just stop, just listen, just wait. Wait. Waiting for that one full of fallen across your hair, ear point tapping on your lips, the fall of the secret, fell pierced ears. Hush - do not talk. It belongs to you and her agreed, secret and profound in that pierced ears, the little shiny dished words words words. Begonia
West House, a chic and warm nickname.
Do I come to ask, I always have with family. I am not a snail, carrying a hard and heavy shell, slowly seeking their own freedom, have to hide their location from time to time, as if it was an empty house. I love home is free. Engine may not afford the blue sky thick trunk, dense foliage shade may not be unable to land, but enough to hold up a piece of my dream of the sky. Dream always be as fun, I was able to foresee their own future, began to learn fly. Maybe I'm just flying your feet, but I'm sleepy in the soil over the root I certainly did not smell the fragrance, I will be there to tell it, the smell of sun. Maybe I'll walk to the far top or high roof, when the sun so warm, do one of those dreams, dreams are the color of sunlight. Although I know it will not recognize my slightly Kuse the powdery white is its color, but I still want to tell the time of its birth and now a little bright Nama Johnson's pink and pretty as I love, and love deeply the latter. Or again, I would quietly floating on the water, when the wind so gentle, so quiet when the water, a fish after a mortal, and occasionally looked up and saw me, asked me to travel together, I will give it a description of my home table lamp shade much of the green will be issued another on the soft light. Oh, what a beautiful dream ah, in me, turning, turning, dancing to the dream of floating down quietly in one place, because I want to help me brewing since the spring of these warm little happiness, so when I come back later, will tell these dreams who, floral flavor. Begonia
West House, a bunch of soft Kexin's Jie Yuhua.
Rest assured,beats by dr dre, the spring will not be lonely.
I roll up their little bit of wind accompanied by the beat of the sun began to dance for you, I fly over your head,beats by dre, see your green veins surging desire, you drag the wind's clothes waved to me, ;. Swaying, swirling, swaying, swirling, swaying, swirling,beats by dr dre, ah we turn, turn, ah, ah turn, stirring the air Meng Xiang Wu, evoking the spring night that the rain started his ... ... Then, you say, autumn and spring were all praise of life. Now, I fell asleep, and on your feet, ranking ray of autumn breeze, I will tell you the temperature of the earth,beats by dre, just like when you put the spring sun shines on me like the gentle , justonelastchance
the skin naturally white
涌入的是比黄连还要苦的咀嚼
always good
For all worldly things shall indeed pass. When I am heavy with heartache I shall console myself that this too shall pass; when I am puffed with success I shall warn myself that this too shall pass. When I am strangled in poverty I shall tell myself that this too shall pass; when I am burdened with wealth I shall tell myself that this too shall pass. Yea, verily, where is he who built the pyramid? Is he not buried within its stone? And will the pyramid, one day, not also be buried under sand? If all things shall pass why should I be of concern for today? |
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