I thought. We will eventually be happy

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like we are too young, I believe that is the existence of friendship between the things are simple enough, how can there be any with goods. We then entered the University, will foot half into society, but we too simple, very simple that we can.
our fate Results in nine of the Organization Department of the Communist Youth League school. Into the school only because of a choice, would we circle together, and laughing so unhappy. We knew nothing of that well. Do better than just happy always short, when grief overwhelmed laughter, then we have to think of what kind of mood was the joy.


when more and more conflicts, what we become. I think as long as we continue to eat and drink with crazy crazy play, put aside the work can be very happy, is not it? I thought. We will eventually be happy, as long as the no. Work.


our nine individuals, who I thought very beautiful,beats by dre, very simple, and now proved that this is just a soap bubble. Sun flashes will the United States, after all, is a fantasy, can not even leave a trace line, broken, no longer

As love, we are just not enough love
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like love between men and women break up the opposition can come from home, were forced, under pressure from two people that have no happiness at all, full of sorrow and helplessness, can not find solution,dre beats, only to break up. Actor actress not willing to cry on, that we are we, ah,nike mercurial, why is it something else involved in our feelings, as long as we can simply point to adhere to ah. Actor will be filled with sadness and said, frowning, no, we can not so naive, love is not just two people, but two families, and we are not like that, I'm sorry, I do not to.


I know I'm not a good friend, is not it. I lose my temper, make little patience, will be very stubborn, will become the circle of a I will only have themselves from the unscrupulous, I always thought I could not grow, people tend to baby has been naive.

come back to that sentence. Love, ah, much better than this,mercurial vapor, but could not see through lovers, into the deep of which are difficult for yourself, trust the current all illusion, a temporary indulgence of their own stupidity. What kind of friendship then? Friendship is for life, depending on fate,mercurial, as the fate of love talk. I'm not saying there is no fact for life, but really hard to get, how can you say the first The persist, I believe. Friendship depends on what kind of person you meet, whether it gave you a memorable and unforgettable. Can be very casual, can be shared, nothing to lose, do not care about in front of him exposing his most vulnerable side, or in front of him that wanted to find was a rare comfort care, and had to find that is the best; who do not believe, experienced in the past, only to find that real; had with heartless people who only know how to laugh, through the crowd, before we know can only cry in front of him; had this thought goodbye is never really goodbye, time, a round of mixed down, before he The laughter and tears, are responsible for those unforgettable memories, called each other that friendship between the forever. forever friend! ! ! www.anmi614.com/rizhi/aiqingrizhi.php?id=10847

after all, finish

last sentence is lost. I am a man without a sense of security, fear of one's solitude and loneliness, fear of people saw a man that I worry about the outcome, fear of people around to leave and abandon


嫁个什么样的丈夫好？

I'm so scared

假如一个女生对你说她爱好你


The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.