Rip the throat

  The warm stream, you say you are familiar with hot springs here are people who do not laugh.

  I do not know, Phoenix flowers have bright than the sun.

Many, many books, many, many words, many, many people cannot be in the dust in a hoarse voice came out.fashion-pretty-city blogspot blog

  Rip the throat, can I bring back the dark clouds behind the silenceof the Star and Yuet Wah.

 High School entrance, memory recall of chocolate, short skirt high heels suspenders, canteen line games, self-study hall bicycles, hand let go and then look back, is not youth singingin the rain shadow Viiv.

  Time Ran stubble, like an instant, you become a slim woman Chula, looks picturesque, clean and fresh with a plain surface, and have no Prostitute, Che pure water. After work, after living together are gorgeously dressed girls to go out having fun or too busy making money out of wine server, only you, in silence, holding a book, or engine of a pen, another cold one night, writing painting, Enron, such as Xu, in your quiet face, and I clearly see the moment of time, soft and quiet good.freefashio exblog blog

Suona Sheng sound, firecrackers, that year, the younger you to do so did his beautiful bride. I see, in the scenic Songhua River, snow white wedding dress you wear, sit in the red sedan. As the bearers of the dance, red sedan will swing around with the rhythm. Sitting next to the "imperial thrust," where he saw dramatic swings pale Huarong scared you, so you a delicate little hand, he was generous in his tight grip big strong hands. At that time I knew, two hands, so tight a grip, is holding a lifetime, is holding a long, long.