Memory, a small river, is really here, I walked along the river bank for a long time before identified.
to go to the memory of a small river, he will have gone through the memory of the beach. To the memory of the beach walk,
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Renhe Street, now they are 54 buildings housing the foot of the dream.
was my childhood and laughter are the gurgling water away, and now the leaves floating motionless.
was sitting in the bank and watch the clouds and the big stones, and now I do not know where to remove the, what do a stepping stone.
unfurling the river bank was thick Salix, only short and the stakes.
sutural fleeting once the fish in the toes, never going here.
I recognize these are not the reason this little river, I happened to recognize it, because I came across the harbor in the heart of the year, and happened to see in you. More warming in the late spring, we have as before,
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in this small river in front of my eyes added twilight melancholy. I grabbed by this melancholy, so I remember there is a river that flows through the unfamiliar, or even surprised. So, I put his ear to it, such as crepe general ups and downs of the abdomen, listen to the echo of their dreams under the former. Now,
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in front of you, I try to hum the song of youth, but unfortunately have not remember the melody. I tried walking out of boyhood, but unfortunately I have fat. I tried again to remember your smile, your laughter. Youth, non-stop laughter is like the wind, but you have side crying. All the words have slumped weakness, just as what was falling off in the body, what is being plundered.
golden flash of time,
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right, and now can not exactly remember the river had had a name.
small river? Perhaps ... ...
When I call it by that name, the river began to clear up, see the accumulation of river pebbles. I hold a little small you are walking in the gravel above the humming little songs, tunes some little sad.
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