Stand in the castle in the so-called small inn, went to himself as the old letters, do a beautiful poem, sweet taste a cup of tea! Again in this feeling, in the wind the different life Medicox.
The world of mortals on the safety, a white, through the fields and through the flowers. The copy is like fairy heart general guy is between mind absentminded, disappeared, leaving a keypad.
Life quietly elegant, I walk in the one I have never been to season! A I don't know to where the clear river, in the summer, in the dim light of scale on the general.
I was so calm, go here. Maybe dream really is like rainbow, scratching, very difficult to find, in the breeze, I made a difficult! Past, constantly over it! Takes no account of the dream, this today.
There is a poem is what, like "right here waiting to recall, just at that time already disconsolate." After I read, it is feeling, today I face cream FengCan, withered leaves dance, I also made a poem dared. Heart to itself, the heart has been have time. Or two, but as a don't interestingMedicox.
There are a lot of people in the past is very entanglements, but when we saw through, everything is not so important, the world of mortals of the past, why cut continuously, the at heart trample upon yourself. Or happy or hurt, or huan or sad memories, in fact, there is no so cherish.
Mr Yu seems to have said such a sentence: my dream is when I am old, under a tree, on a bench, and young people, to communicate together. Words can't, but it is also roughly enough, life, this is very simple, but there are too many people give it to want to trouble.
Here on earth, we must have such a problem in the plague us, that is what should we do face temptation! Keep a common heart, really hard sometimes, it is difficult to maintain. But if it be tempted, and endless sorrow, more and more, more and more people are confused.
Read a good essay, in fact is to enjoy, to say, I myself also feel sad for themselves, 15 years old, is living in thirteen pen, I unfortunately.
Someone asked me: do you write articles will change? I can't speak, someone ask me: how much did you write the article, I said I don't know! Someone asked me, how many times I had birthday, I don't know, maybe Medicox
, I am a man of forgotten.
I do not know why, I always love to write, but write nothing, or my heart is not quiet! Those who play the music, the blowing sheng, the blown flute. I am here.
Everyone, the heart is flat, even if in the future, even if yesterday! Today, the dream is still.
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