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136957 2008 年 04 月 11 日 22:23 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (2) Category: Personal Diary
; life, the Bowl. You still remember the moment I turned around and laughter sweet. Dream, again and again back to familiar landscape. Subtropical warm spring, the hills turn pink bloom, white flowers
paved a flowers in the field of vision, and the sun lazy ... good friends, and childhood friend, loved one,
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drift section. All the clutch joys and sorrows, both good and bad, are in my heart.
freedom and solitude that is not marginal. I,
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life, the Bowl. I still can in their own world, a cup of chrysanthemum tea and elegant fragrance, the flowers look delicate floating lifeless in the water; in a window of a red sunset
sit quietly under the first,
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together we can still walk the beach, hidden in a different mood; can still share a Falling snow, keep the secret of different emotions and freedom ...... invaded two incompatible , how good!
only, not in time, the scenery goes by. Too much,
Dalian self!, beyond the control of choice, is not it?
Or, just blame our greedy, thinking that strangers can know each other ......
if and only if shown signs. We only remember the best side of each other.
luxury not know each other, not to deliberately understand each other,
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life, the Bowl. Please remember that I look back at the moment, laughter sweet. Do not go to guess how many minds it cover, how many look forward to. Put it as the most real memory. That moment of the scenery.
some emotion out of it, deep heart, until the passage of time, to miss ...
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