Poem - Diary - Original literature good mood
上一篇 / 下一篇 2010-07-03 15:57:00 / 天气: 晴朗 / 心情: 高兴
Storms passed through, the life I always forget the silent passing by. Long road feel the sadness of life like sorrow, in self-soul, settling into a real self! I do not know when to become a chronic illness like waiting, waiting for a watery feeling to hang around, waiting for a kind of splendid vision, may be a luxury, might be a vision in this way day after day complex for one year, stick here.
ends of the earth, I miss flying, has departed for a long time, fieldwork, day and night, the do not know about the arrival of your heart bank? Marshes, my love is let me let me lean haggard, let me step by step into eternal Masterpiece.
cabin door that the window of tears, always in the dead of night, when the turn slowly ... ... midnight rose bloom Xinrui, predictions are difficult only water, only willing to snuggle with, barbed bud, wake up people languish, residual tear, missing filled night, apart from the body growing dim, the heart and how love attempts to cover? Play a love and pain, the release of the mind, being willing to exchange with the exile.
flee this way, step by step, piece by piece on this shift; night, creating a tranquil; rain brought ethereal. Empty street, lonely people, a free heart! Add ethereal tranquility, achievement of relieved.
day, creating noise; clear, convenient noisy. First clear day,hermes bags on sale, chord without conscious stretched up. But even the best string also occasionally relax, otherwise it will lose toughness. Day, is the light of the world. Can light the world of make-up people they like,chanel handbags for sale, with a look of the specially-off smile, a busy day but powerless. Afterward ah! Make every effort to fight fame and wealth, brains infighting. Every time the dead of night, not the deep sleep, that is, the passing away foolishly.
night,fendi bags, this is the dark world. But precisely because of the dark, it faded allow makeup to the clothes. But seems so true,prada handbags for sale, sigh!
sat listening to the wind the rain the night comes. We run around hard work, the pursuit of happiness, happiness can sometimes around us! Perhaps some people did not pursue the concept of happiness is just a goal! Even in the pursuit of their own do not know what your really sad! We only hurry hurry, but no time to enjoy the scenery of the road, how much we miss the way the landscape, and has chosen this path is one-way! Sighs!
Sometimes, happiness is a feeling! Sometimes, we really do not need too many, simple, Barbara books, we will happy!
through the curtain, the star filled with neon-like color lamps, floating down the fast sleep one even. Midnight, creeping up a day of life were all set free and calm. Sent only a mid-summer breeze blowing the little coolness. Han Sheng and intertwined with the clock ticking, as if tapping the rhythm of the gentle serenade.
a time like this, is not suitable to share with anyone. This is part of a person's time, only one person can alone product that there is a charm.
miss without head no thread, busy with the laughter, they are always mixed in the time gap, the squeeze in the face of light years, affects the thoughts of 1000 10000 Xu. Gentle touch of sadness, the worry written on my face.
I put a fragile one evening, Juan Juan to rely more and more light in your name on. Months of that year that patch of sky, the evening breeze and more cool, lilac and its shadow longer thin window on the eyes, watch the stars into the wind seen rain read. Repeatedly entangled in care,Guo's most sentimental classic 125 - Diary - Origi,louis vuitton outlet, more than I want you to hear my heart beating!
you know? Color surge of the crowd, you pulled my own eyes; can not sleep at night a month, you knit me a beautiful mind; sincere affectionate words, are you filled up my words; chilling lonely heart Hong Kong is that you lift the watch of my days and nights; lazy feeling lack hardship boats, high-spirited you muster my sails!
That night, opened his empty eyes, journeying around staring at the dim, dark, wrapped in a trace-free to name like the solitude of the wound with a motionless body, mind sky travel, passing a little casual astringent mouth views.
thoughts flooding in the night. Night, always miss the tide rolled into one I pull the hang of the idea of the face of Love, pure in my words.
gorgeous night, moonlight, water, ink and paper I produced wonderful for the mood, vertical conscious lyrics. This paper pour out thoughts, all derived from bone marrow miss you deeply. Those who miss, abundance of my thoughts of gratitude in the biting, hold in mouth full of tears in a moving, beautiful with a heart pure and true inner feelings, lights up the text again and again. Poetic tone, the text has been arranged. Love poems to upgrade!
words came four seasons, missed all of the chapter occupied. A pen in the sky with flame manner miss the action. Forked tip spark, embedded I miss every day, lit up a one poetic language. To be with you day and life stained rust, wipe the mood to be thinking of you too glow of light. Document inside Mexico, already contain my sincere sincerity, to be rushed to the paper this poetic home.
capsules text, to stretch on tiptoe, looked with deep feeling, Acacia blazing. My thoughts are overflowing text, every text is missing a blooming flower, so I will text in the paper developed into a large garden, so that all my thoughts in the text of the garden blossom.
day after day, year after year, stick to here. Looking forward to the ... ... ...
ends of the earth, I miss flying, has departed for a long time, fieldwork, day and night, the do not know about the arrival of your heart bank? Marshes, my love is let me let me lean haggard, let me step by step into eternal Masterpiece.
cabin door that the window of tears, always in the dead of night, when the turn slowly ... ... midnight rose bloom Xinrui, predictions are difficult only water, only willing to snuggle with, barbed bud, wake up people languish, residual tear, missing filled night, apart from the body growing dim, the heart and how love attempts to cover? Play a love and pain, the release of the mind, being willing to exchange with the exile.
flee this way, step by step, piece by piece on this shift; night, creating a tranquil; rain brought ethereal. Empty street, lonely people, a free heart! Add ethereal tranquility, achievement of relieved.
day, creating noise; clear, convenient noisy. First clear day,hermes bags on sale, chord without conscious stretched up. But even the best string also occasionally relax, otherwise it will lose toughness. Day, is the light of the world. Can light the world of make-up people they like,chanel handbags for sale, with a look of the specially-off smile, a busy day but powerless. Afterward ah! Make every effort to fight fame and wealth, brains infighting. Every time the dead of night, not the deep sleep, that is, the passing away foolishly.
night,fendi bags, this is the dark world. But precisely because of the dark, it faded allow makeup to the clothes. But seems so true,prada handbags for sale, sigh!
sat listening to the wind the rain the night comes. We run around hard work, the pursuit of happiness, happiness can sometimes around us! Perhaps some people did not pursue the concept of happiness is just a goal! Even in the pursuit of their own do not know what your really sad! We only hurry hurry, but no time to enjoy the scenery of the road, how much we miss the way the landscape, and has chosen this path is one-way! Sighs!
Sometimes, happiness is a feeling! Sometimes, we really do not need too many, simple, Barbara books, we will happy!
through the curtain, the star filled with neon-like color lamps, floating down the fast sleep one even. Midnight, creeping up a day of life were all set free and calm. Sent only a mid-summer breeze blowing the little coolness. Han Sheng and intertwined with the clock ticking, as if tapping the rhythm of the gentle serenade.
a time like this, is not suitable to share with anyone. This is part of a person's time, only one person can alone product that there is a charm.
miss without head no thread, busy with the laughter, they are always mixed in the time gap, the squeeze in the face of light years, affects the thoughts of 1000 10000 Xu. Gentle touch of sadness, the worry written on my face.
I put a fragile one evening, Juan Juan to rely more and more light in your name on. Months of that year that patch of sky, the evening breeze and more cool, lilac and its shadow longer thin window on the eyes, watch the stars into the wind seen rain read. Repeatedly entangled in care,Guo's most sentimental classic 125 - Diary - Origi,louis vuitton outlet, more than I want you to hear my heart beating!
you know? Color surge of the crowd, you pulled my own eyes; can not sleep at night a month, you knit me a beautiful mind; sincere affectionate words, are you filled up my words; chilling lonely heart Hong Kong is that you lift the watch of my days and nights; lazy feeling lack hardship boats, high-spirited you muster my sails!
That night, opened his empty eyes, journeying around staring at the dim, dark, wrapped in a trace-free to name like the solitude of the wound with a motionless body, mind sky travel, passing a little casual astringent mouth views.
thoughts flooding in the night. Night, always miss the tide rolled into one I pull the hang of the idea of the face of Love, pure in my words.
gorgeous night, moonlight, water, ink and paper I produced wonderful for the mood, vertical conscious lyrics. This paper pour out thoughts, all derived from bone marrow miss you deeply. Those who miss, abundance of my thoughts of gratitude in the biting, hold in mouth full of tears in a moving, beautiful with a heart pure and true inner feelings, lights up the text again and again. Poetic tone, the text has been arranged. Love poems to upgrade!
words came four seasons, missed all of the chapter occupied. A pen in the sky with flame manner miss the action. Forked tip spark, embedded I miss every day, lit up a one poetic language. To be with you day and life stained rust, wipe the mood to be thinking of you too glow of light. Document inside Mexico, already contain my sincere sincerity, to be rushed to the paper this poetic home.
capsules text, to stretch on tiptoe, looked with deep feeling, Acacia blazing. My thoughts are overflowing text, every text is missing a blooming flower, so I will text in the paper developed into a large garden, so that all my thoughts in the text of the garden blossom.
day after day, year after year, stick to here. Looking forward to the ... ... ...
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