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Wysłany: Śro 2:03, 18 Maj 2011 Temat postu: Tanabata Essay |
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A lot of people go through life feeling like the dust on the window, once gently wiped on, will be dancing in the sun, even before the moment the dust settles, expect an early end already, it is never can not come back. We are constantly growing, constantly Knocking at the door of the unknown feeling in the world, the darkness, we only brave, by virtue of this, we again place bright light which illuminate the two people in the world.
Liangxiaowucai childhood [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a piece of paper slightly larger point, another big point of a rose ... ... before I could savor the small happiness of each moving, time will be coming fast and furious, full of memories the Huang Yuan, red light ... well ... old love a good light, new love [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], all the past like yesterday, everything seems within reach.
I am 18, and another two years was also 20. I often think that I would lament the passage of time is so hurried, so I too old to hurry. I remember one time on the bus, up a group of students, carrying their school bags, school just seems like, looking at their innocent smile, I seem to have seen that time of yourself. Suddenly, a strange feeling in my mind, is happy? No. And sorrow it? No. It took a while, a voice looming, you are old you? Old, like the book written by Guo, fear that the word, but in the end some day, you and I shall not escape, right?
I am a girl who looks no dumping, no extraordinary wisdom, I just have a good faith [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and a little enthusiasm. Maybe God is fair, that is so common of me, very easy to leave a good impression to others, and very easy to have a favorable impression on others. I have my past tense, or past perfect tense, but I will cherish my now, and I cherish him. Valentine's Day raining, not disappointed [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I find an extra touch of romance and mystery of beauty. Under umbrellas, with my little piece of heaven belongs to you, together, ride out the storm, right?
At this moment, regardless of the article you have in front of the other half of their own, love is beautiful, only treasure, treasure, May married lovers, after all, this is the best we end ... ...
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