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| Do not like the summer has been. The hot wind is always blowing people feel unusually irritable. A little fat in the body, has long been rejected by the fatal temptation of ice cream. Years ago on the Haagen Dazs love story, only in the central city through inadvertently, catch a glimpse of the glass window that pictures of ice cream a huge map of the pot before they suddenly think of. Too sweet and greasy hair, his tongue will suddenly make a knot, and continued a daze. Dian has been a person, one day, a chanel handbag certain plot. I do not know when it will no longer happy to see you love those who love you the chanel text. Finally understand that love is moreis a quiet a long time. For example, at the moment, I closed my eyes listening to this is the first recommended by a friend cool music - empty. Ding dong the water from the streams of audio, Zheng Qu blend with all sorts of, it seems to return home, thought of those days is very soft. Gently and slowly roll to determine this is to enjoy, this is life. Sangzi sent a message, let me give up a day to drink the second cup of coffee will be the bad habits. Summer has come, should drink more Chrysanthemum Tea. To this end, I went to pick Hymall a thin transparent glass. Each brew, we will add an air-dried films of the lemon, a little rock sugar. Small Inflorescences see the flowers dance in the water slowly lemon piece above child floating motionless in the water. Really very much like he and I now. With a smile slowly entrance rich sweet and sour taste, fishes flow in the heart. Do not like the taste, but I had taken the trouble to drink for a few months. I know, I intentionally avoided duplication. Afraid of their own accidentally, to have done so with love, to the lost. Finishing the bedroom a few days ago, at the top five box favorite, Cappuccino smirk, sick last month, when these are specifically for my friends to buy the. I carefully wipe with a towel on the thin dust box, and then placed in the window box of cartridges can readily place. Joy of their own things, always reluctant to give up. Coffee case, the feelings remain. This lightweight days on the past. Sangzi no, I am not alone. Perhaps, the so-called love, has long been some of the ideas. This summer, I am under the sun, smell the aroma of gardenia. No, old friend said that it was opening between the bones of the dead Manshanis Eclisse. Everyone smiled and my ignorance, but in all seriousness and I cried, like the nose is not bad. Bypass the hillside, Yan Ni strange land Let me guess, she met a local who. The hearts of a swing, I laugh instead of FOR. Sangzi name was Yanand, a bit of a surprise, but more sad. Met on that in the eyes of others it seems difficult to believe, even laughable. And in my mind that this is the case Sangzi thrifty person. Thanksgiving has always been, and those who had accompanied his hard times in the neck that love languagenecklace, or the sentence after the age of 60, under the sunset at the lake fishing Talk joke. Years later, I heard so Sangzi constraints of life, the eyes of the emergence of a thin layer of moist, India is full of all my past feelings. Always remember the pain, then the sentence the old woman began to change, is no longer believe in love from her that day. Think of the day,in the sun for me to find the process of white hair. 1, 1, and 1. Suddenly, some sad and dreary. So want to, just hope that I have had people who love safe and happy than I am. Really does not matter, other. Ni Yan said, love, etc. No one who in a lifetime. I said with a smile, is not it, but we can not, therefore no longer cherish their own. Ni Yan laughed, saying that it is hard to catch up with men in front of you. A mountain breeze blowing, flowers again. Sometimes will run into some oncoming crowd down, his face full of laughter. This summer, more than in previous years a number of joy. I put myself to life, to love into the nature, all is finally quiet. Love, as the lines of, blocked the wind straight straight confusing people. Life, as it twists and turns of the mountain, after all, will suddenly see the light. Sweat dripping to enter the last stage, saw the morning turn up one hit in the top open forest. Some high-handedly grabbed the hands of the bottle Lin. A drink in the end. Oh, the farmer spring, a bit sweet. | ||
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