experience how to love a woman in mind

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and several colleagues in the unit that day for lunch, I do not know how to say the topic of love, I and another colleague lamented: . Think about the time love to see a change before the habit of feeling like the article, and gradually become avid reader of the text class of rational knowledge,dre beats, and then an occasional visit to Taiwan, the soap opera drama about love smiled on the turntable, I would like laughing and crying before feelings will gradually faded. Quick the day before for pleasure inadvertently ran a plain emotion of fiction, it pained endless tears, and even eager to find a sequel to tears. It turned out that women really are emotional animals, regardless of age, experience how to love a woman in mind, has always been that swaying of the Bana, if not the removal of never aspire.
last night to contact a high school, telephone communications on the name, the students each other surprises voice that never met before suddenly feel has been sixteen years! In school may not have a chance to say a few words, sixteen years after the phone actually in full flight, the flow of time let us know how nostalgia has been, cherish, look to the future,tods, perhaps years, such as water, nor is it a bad thing.
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years can be said to Cantabile, despite years of flies did not find their Cantabile endured, but these days, fell in love with Shanghai Dragon TV's Cantabile is really a bit years, virtually every aspect of those old songs I remember, from the life course. Older, and easy to nostalgia, this is a manifestation of nostalgia it. In any case, there is always touching to listen to the feelings, especially the Luo song Should be already heard this song, is most impressed that high school to go home the same table. Dam in the county live in the same table, when the heavy school, walk in a vast,tods men, green fragrance of the plain, that the birds came out cheerful mood as can be imagined. Luo came on the radio happens plain soulful singing , again in the evening mist light around, stopped without shelter in the plain far away, how the mind had refused to shake and shock! ?
New Year's holiday home to Wuxi friends, friends daughter has been running and jumping with ease,beats by dre, the viewer is not aware disappeared silhouette, remember the last time see the little guy can only hold toot Shihai powder in his hand, people have to lamented the swift passage of time. Haggard also quite a few friends, and good friendship is still so strong Yan, as the years change, and instead increase sophistication and resonance.
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days, like water, just looked up and caught,beats by dre, and negligence over a year. Day of cleaning, the 2008 calendar thrown into the trash, they would understand the joys and sorrows of 2008 also left me. Now write the date as The story of a quite experienced and colleagues said, does not she? That being so,tods shoes, what else should we take things too hard,

Past !

her reason is

　　你的美却无奈招架

We were driving along the road from Treguier to Kervanda. We passed at a smart trot between the hedges topping an earth wall on each side of the road; then at the foot of the steep ascent before Ploumar the horse dropped into a walk, and the driver jumped down heavily from the box. He flicked his whip and climbed the incline, stepping clumsily uphill by the side of the carriage, one hand on the footboard, his eyes on the ground. After a while he lifted his head, pointed up the road with the end of the whip, and said--
"The idiot!"
The sun was shining violently upon the undulating surface of the land. The rises were topped by clumps of meagre trees, with their branches showing high on the sky as if they had been perched upon stilts. The small fields, cut up by hedges and stone walls that zig-zagged over the slopes, lay in rectangular patches of vivid greens and yellows, resembling the unskilful daubs of a naive picture. And the landscape was divided in two by the white streak of a road stretching in long loops far away, like a river of dust crawling out of the hills on its way to the sea.
"Here he is," said the driver, again.
In the long grass bordering the road a face glided past the carriage at the level of the wheels as we drove slowly by. The imbecile face was red, and the bullet head with close-cropped hair seemed to lie alone, its chin in the dust. The body was lost in the bushes growing thick along the bottom of the deep ditch.