everything on the most Tiexiong place

1wvnn279 · Wysłany: 25 Mar 2011, 03:0 Temat postu: everything on the most Tiexiong place

Trip back to Hangzhou by plane from Beijing, but two hours five minutes, but I feel like flying a century long, my thoughts continued to be active, so that all happened and not happened in my mind as tranquil as the film release calmly played. Long been accustomed to wandering, so get used to walking on the road, but I still feel tired and want to go home,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], back to love my mother there.
that tentatively we call home can be home, I am in this city is the only place to stay. It is like a home so much as gave me a warm and safe, than it is a habitat of my mind, as a person, becautilize of some love. Habitat with a heart and love with the Rangers, this is my first choice and fate. I can only fall in love with this trip, no regrets.
I am glad he can get just one person's experience of wandering, this is not like loneliness, boredom so simple, there is an unssummitable feeling of sadness, there is an empty and desolate, there is a deepening will wake up sad desolate - it all made me feel how tired Ah, I hid the kitten room, let the wind take me to find a place Jyu ... ...
mother to come back when I was still sleeping in a dim warm and across the sound from my ear, I have not opened my eyes, but was turned away and grabbed her hand and skillfully call Mom was sitting in my bed and I talk about narrow minds of ... ...
blue bells swaying, basking under a crisp,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], we lay in bed, tell each other thinking, feeling so good, even madness are overflowing with Sweet joy, today, tomorrow, I do not know something, but can still safely home together.
may move tomorrow, perhaps a lifetime in the move, but my trip is a romantic, hand to the ends of the earth, everywhere is the mark of love. Who can say that the mark is not our home where the heart it? The heart of the home on a house, most of us wish we had been accustomed to such efforts, and tell yourself every day: such as business stabilized, I no longer like a business trip.
unique hope that we can not travel after holding hands as they are now. 've Always wanted to hand out the feeling, it is not like kissing, passion more than nature, it is a simple and deep love for the grips,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], is the real warmth and safety, have unlimited power inside release. I once told my mother said, when he held my hand every time,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I want to firmly hold onto. Fall in love with his hand as he passed it over to me and has been passed with a temperature of Love and happiness, Fall in love with that powerful,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], that till the end.
Love is a journey, our hands, down around a place where the sun rises. Maybe in a dawn of a wake up,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I will suddenly find that travel is not really, because there is no heart, no love, just wandering past the pace of time. In fact, we have the world all the time, what kind of hand, everything on the most Tiexiong place?

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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.