shaking off one light and flying scarf

c5qh6156 · Wysłany: 26 Mar 2011, 12:0 Temat postu: shaking off one light and flying scarf

Editor's note: exquisite poetic text to the mind of a cautiously conceived clean and fresh bloom. A man riding in the rain, feeling like a muddy road bad, like a mess. I do not words,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], they can not find the right words to express my frustration and dissatisfaction on the wind and rain. Rain is not language, may be deeply perplexd by the embarrassment and regret style. As in the noisy crowd, suddenly heard someone call you, and you do not know who he is embarrassed. That plump little cheeks a Poxian, so you can not find a little feeling. Gray gray sky hanging over the world, shrouded in gray, gray world of the heart, heart hidden gray gray day. Everything is a circle, like the Monkey King to draw the circle with the golden cudgel, life is full of people who desire to get out of this circle.
had in mind when, shaking off the snow on a slope of bamboo, shaking off one light and flying scarf, shaking off a string of clear laughter, so that they cover the leaves lightly footprints . Breeze into the pregnant, bamboo is also silly,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], too timid dare not hugging it.
had in mind when, through a pine forest on the mountain, rustled the loose disturb the sound of your heart, one color silk Ying Luo made with coins hanging on your chest warm, so It enjoy the sound of fluttering in the pines,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], although the drift is very heavy, but it also spread beyond the unique scenery of the season.
had in mind when, the most familiar with that window open,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the wind blew it a bunch of free wind chimes hung window, wake up a sleeping dream. That dream will certainly have a bunch of dancing bells, wind chimes also lifted that figure with long hair, dress with the sky walk that a few sparse clouds and stars.
had in mind when, on one hand the sky, through the winding mountain trails, the cloud would certainly have been holding a moon and stars light, played favorites to sing that song streams. You can not walk, and he will go away, put mountains awesomeness in dreams, leaving us with a tempting love poems. Cried Yin, Yin was crying to the moon in the door, the memories are sealed up.
all over, I have drunk it, and regardless of drunk things. I do not know the rain front or shed tears, too busy to so much as wipe out all the water and into the same mouth is bitter. Drunken me, maybe hit section of the singing, song a poignant and touching Regret; may push the song and dance, dance a charming spin Hu millennium; may be high pillow while asleep in, make a drink like coffee, sugar-free dream,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a dream that is five years.

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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.