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Draw the delicate eyebrows lightly
01:32, 2009-Feb-16
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Draw the delicate eyebrows lightly Several year quicksand, wind blow wild goose belong to, who who 's tears freeze in getting blue love sea form the ice, cold to the bone, a cold one fragrant. Recall the long juvenile heart, nowadays look at the place waning of the lights, would have gone for leaving people of the ends of the earth far, a leaf wound is deep autumn, this autumn, do a last chirping of birds of lovesickness deeply. Rain for that year fall, like knit, weave do one network of fish, catch the cold cloud, clung the swallow's figure, in the setting sun is taken, there are blusher horses that are carrying the person who went for an outing in early spring on the back, the silk weeping willow of silk flies to the wadding, all over the sky like snow, whose love like spring, but I Haizi that revive say,etc.: "Face the sea, it is as warm as spring. " Hoofbeat of blue and green stone, wake up Chinese sweet gum bridge get off lights on fishing boats heartbroken people of flat boat every time, several ones that choose the light flow fireflies, to glimmering like the stars of the pupil under the night sky, eyes like you, the tears flash, thousands and thousands of words, but the one that choke and sob is in the heart. I how grade wait until full butterfly of garden that dance green, among the path of you, insert whom pieces of peach turn on strong, your white skirt remains unchanged and flew upward among the misty wind equally that year, draw that scar not changed from days of old together in the hill, let the tears flow into a river, will not give up freezing the warmth in the life either, and the lonely destiny that that flower is in bloom. Pain of injury of teenager, include sad tear stains, face sunshine escape, have no track on not drafting sharp will it be morning yesterday, forget some wandering, close eyes, have sea taken to fall flood fictitious dawn such as God in the dusk, but your dawn, but became me the most lonely before dawn in all one's life, deserted moonlight water, in river valley of skin, ice-bound soul can trickle chest when crying like aeolian bell at mid-night that copy difficult to forget with difficult to divide into. Who looks at the picture pavilion painting, is hidden she who wept by a misty rain in Sichuan in the trials and hardship, you black pigment eyebrow light face that lock, become one rivers to reflect moon, a youth of taking away I. Whose lotus root flowering shrubs not thanked pain of injury year after year, life beginning to indulge, be addicted to, it is fragrant to take a sniff at a nose, the filled sleeve is cool, silent, see the sun rising in the moon and sinking, take the post as the patter of past event, all do the mud. Whose most beautiful tender feeling pain of injury which I can't forget, imprint a kind of destiny grown and died, can't I give, the ones that can only pass for all support of the people passing with the song of burying of my characters see off one by one in the past. Give to the river bank of Miluo, I am for the Confucian scholar to send out " nine ask " it together. Deep this light winter of autumn of season, it is lonely and cold not to speak anything, in fact I am not cold, to have one silk heart of temperature that only too cold, how much each to stop dawn on curved way while being quiver while being surprise midyear does it let me to be such. Take love that bicycle leave year, but all withered in the boundless and indistinct road nowadays, the loneliness isolates the incomplete heart as knife, half is given to you, cremates in the boundless and indistinct sea of faces, half is left to me, icy in desolate soul. Send Iraq off and go on a long journey, when is Iraq coming? Hand over a road-side pavilion to Iraq, cry and break the short pavilion. In this way, close the pupil and wait for in this season from moving under water hurriedly at one's side again, perhaps, I to repairing bamboos, take a sniff at the frost chrysanthemum, comfort the gentle long hair in that half a mu of plums garden next life, draw shallow delicate eyebrows that for you, get drunk you such as to feel transported moon, hark wind chant again ...... Life of coffee
11:33, 2008-Dec-7
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