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Wysłany: 26 Mar 2011, 01:0
Temat postu: is a remarkable woman.
to my knowledge with them when in Hong Kong, Ding Ling is senile, and Chen was sixty years old, is very well. Chen Ming-hand I saw a suitcase legs. Chen Ding Ling is like caring for the elderly to take care of a child, can not eat fatty things, can not eat sugar.
see Ding Ling Qu gave her the first eight characters of the evaluation: is a remarkable woman.
Chen was born in 1917, minusculeer than the Ding Ling was thirteen years old. They form lasting bonds in Yan'an. Understanding is to look at the first play, staged in Taiwan,
beats by dre
, Chen Gorky masterpiece Chen Ding Ling was made assistant. After much resistance they fell in love, the young Chen can not stand the pressure due to an age-matched with the troupe actress married. Newlyweds visit with the Chen Ding-sensitive wife's brow from the corner that they are the real people who love each other. The sensible choice to leave his new wife, Ting Chen Chen from the entire. Five years before their combination of Unrefairlyd Love, thirty-year-old Ding Ling,
tods shoes
, Chen xxv.
Ding Ling is March 4,
moncler
, 1986 died. Ding Ling lay dying, the dream woke up, keep close ties with Chen's hand, weak voice, said:
Ding Ling in trouble from the beginning of 1955,
dre beats
, after over twenty years. Chen followed her to the Great Northern Wilderness initiative to request and accept labor. They can not join the ordeal in a very fleeting, space clear, without Ming, Ding certainly not survive.
Ding Ling
collection I have compiled. The collection is a selection of Chen. Was cautiously edited surprising. Almost every page, all lower case to see Chen's teeny. The handwriting was very neat and beautiful, or to convert a punctuation, or to change a typo, or even utilize the word book has done a unity. A manuscript that is already visible on the Ding Ling Chen passionately devoted.
in front of Chen, eighty-year-old Ding Ling like a little girl, but also spoiled. I see Ding Ling Tangchaolizai to eat and keep shaking the roadside Chen arm,
tods
, said: Ancestral also said that they walk in the woods in Iowa, Chen Ding head on his shoulders, like a pair of children young lovers.
not very happy thing
《統一首歌》劇組職員自動把這件事件曝光出來
The path led to a tiny village perched on the steep sides of a mountain. The place consisted of a straggling unmade road which was lined on either side by small houses. Even under a clear blue sky, the village looked forbidding, as all the houses were built of grey mud bricks. The village seemed deserted, the only sign of life being an ugly-looking black goat on a short length of rope tied to a tree in a field nearby. Sitting down on a dilapidated wooden fence near the field, we opened a couple of tins of sardines and had a picnic lunch. All at once, I noticed that my wife seemed to be filled with alarm. Looking up I saw that we were surrounded by children in rags who were looking at us silently as we ate. We offered them food and spoke to them kindly, but they remained motionless. I concluded that they were simply shy of strangers. When we later walked down the main street of the village, we were followed by a silent procession of children. The village which had seemed deserted, immediately came to life. Faces appeared at windows. Men in shirt sleeves stood outside their houses and glared at us. Old women in black shawls peered at us from doorways. The most frightening thing of all was that not a sound could be heard. There was no doubt that we were unwelcome visitors. We needed no further warning. Turning back down the main street, we quickened our pace and made our way rapidly towards the stream where we hoped the boatman was waiting.
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