in the line of sight emerge as colorful

1wvnn279 · Wysłany: 26 Mar 2011, 12:0 Temat postu: in the line of sight emerge as colorful

do not have to shun, bold is the main body of this season, watching her daughter's eyes and standpoint are the world's beautiful.

a piece of my heart the green leaves in summer, all the veins are flowing full of poetry,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], no flowers bloom, and unique warm laughter flow into the river of life, such as leaf collection in the heart of the lake as , little reflection ripples Fudong Zhao Castle, the formation of tranquil serenity and boundless vitality of the breadth of breeding the world.
the mirror and the TV, eyes bright, his face now and those who can not take away the inner serenity.
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flow that wore a skirt, the green side of the shuttle in the park, from time to time there will be beauty in the so-called leisure, drinking fruit juice with a smile, captured the hearts of a group of male guy. Point of view in the window, his daughter painted the picture in the house, lies to the line of sight,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], is the daughter of ears from time to time called upon to extol(stronger than praise. Street fascinated me that figure, there came a beautiful voice.
is the summer Yes, the sun is so warm, the street is so friends, all eyes are smiling dynamic, multi-color reflects the town's prosperity, and even tree crape myrtle,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], also blossoming released a string of flowers. My new houtilize, my nest, I look forward to the happiness, the sound of cicadas in the Ming glossy, take the remote control daughter dance, the innocent childhood filled in the empty room.

want to demonstrate the flourishing of Summer Hill, such as anger, in the beautiful town, which was the strong one was irresistible.
mountains are green, clouds that sail high in the rolling green mountain village, has become a caravan traffic, mountain gradually disappear in the grass.

If you want to lyrical,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], destined to select the summer.
rainy season has arrived, the storm of life has begun, I have to accept the erosion of wind, heavy rain I have to accept baptism, I had to muddy the test,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I had to Seedlings of the hard, acuteen my conviction gains My delicacies.
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At this point, do not want to practice Zen, but also do not want to enlightenment, and that space Void. Mountains and streams, pines, and Wong, in the camera for eternity; warm warming far village, faint courtyard, in the line of sight emerge as colorful; Rangrang crowd, rush traffic, just a concept in the eyes. But the vicissitudes of life is an individual feeling, the story of life and miscellaneous than imagined.
the most beautiful summer weather seasons, summer, strong passion of life. When cleaning windows, heard the happy cicadas, see the flying birds, a minuscule camphor leafy streets, enjoy the cool, familiar figure, the sound did not cease laughing.

daughter's innocence, invited me to wilderness, the river in flood, Liu Ye Zhengmao, bamboo jointing, rural school of green, the shade of the old people talking about the glory away, on a stone bench and drink Imagine the Ming dynasty in Drink romantic lover, laughing in the verdant green in the interpretation of the most true among adult impartialy tales, good feelings from the heart yo breeding, such as swing dance echo along the valley.

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Forty-three years seems like a long time to remember the name of a mere1)acquaintance. I have forgotten the name of an old lady, who was a customer on the paper route in my home town when I was a twelve-year-old boy. Yet it dwells2)in my memory that she taught me a lesson in forgiveness that I shall never forget.
On a winter afternoon, a friend and I were throwing stones onto the slanted3)roof of the old lady's house from a spot near her backyard. The object of our play was to observe how the stones changed to missiles4)as they rolled to the roof's edge and shot out into the yard like comets5)falling from the sky. I found myself a perfectly smooth rock and threw it out. The stone was too smooth, however, so it slipped from my hand as I let it go and headed straight not for the roof but for a small window on the old lady's back porch6). At the sound of fractured7)glass, we knew we were in trouble. We turned tail8)and ran faster than any of our missiles flew off her roof.