Be at a loss what to do when I love painting lines, regardless, contrasting colors, brushwork in temperature changing instantly leave blank filling on the heart, as if those blank filling lines also has my heart will be riotous with colour painted, so Is it right? Fuller? How much heart, the hand into a fist shape, so the object on the ups and downs in the chest up and down, let all meet, get along with, as well as between man and man's treasure and miss had different feelings every time. Windmill I still pictures when young lost and accidentally lost cat; I still feel lost loved ones lost friends mood is not beautiful; I still to heart, and for the new skirts in summer not to wear last year, I began to trust my heart would indeed have memory and temperature.
The first minutes of the sense of loss, you return to blame the weather outside the window like influenza like has not good while showing a dark color, the sudden drop in temperature when the body temperature will become cold. When you feel cold, but not because of later rising to allow the heart to increase the temperature of heating. It seems to be a part of your body, but like not and body together, it is the body's wayward children, lost, from a vertex to suddenly fall, unable to describe. Can you imagine, when sitting the car accelerated uphill rush to downhill feeling? It is better than the more thrilling, but also sad.
You'll always believe in you, the body is hidden in second oneself, it is the wayward heart.
Second minutes to be in a calm mood, you know the child may have fallen asleep, perhaps in the planned with a bigger joke. You start trying without it this minute, calmly and without clouds surprised like sky gazing at their transparent body. Perhaps to measure a current temperature, the child will not agree to it? Why would people thought, why would be sad, will be excited, will think very strange things, in sorrow or excitement pole tears? You suddenly think of it, and it is also awake, perhaps, it is the source of all perhaps.
Third minutes of restlessness, like is the primary light, unable to hold oneself back break through thick fog, on the ground of one rotation and then hurried recovery. You know, it began a headstrong, but cannot refuse, when you look at it, seems to see their children, even naughty but smiling without a word, you will forget your original with the existence of a body, you want to take it as friends, relatives and lovers, you can thank it, let you have the passions, in a morning remember yourself.
Is it right? Like this? Even if you've never met with it, but you also tacitly together for so many years, do you feel surprised.
Fourth minutes of joy, it slightly beat, you feel it out from a drum of a drum sound, you feel already be accustomed to to this, you can't control it joy, because a word a look a smile or even a beam can be according to its warmth, a minute ago haze all don't see.
You want to formally with it say hello, tell it you love it, you also want to let it not be too sad, this isn't good for you, but you have unexpected silence, in fact it is a second self, you will equal to me.

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We quietly old if one day

We quietly old if one day......
If one day we have the story to be continued......
If one day we become memories......
I will read the old time, sometimes, the old time is very beautiful, very beautiful.
We walked away, just come back, but found that, no, I am a person is far away, the other way, the streams of people busily coming and going of figure, the distance is very far, very far away... That the scenery is very charming, charming.
Once, because the enemy but the dilution of the years, become the vicissitudes of life, but also left many charming things of the past, the past is very beautiful, very implicit, very shy; when we go back, but can only touch on lightly the past events or mild and quiet, peaceful.
In the old days, to write a story, a person, the edge of the balcony, wooden chair, full of relics of the rain, the beautiful story, a cup of fragrant breath braved the Coffee... That is the life of leisure, comfortable.
When time flies, such as a dream, we swim to road, bridge, street, Phoenix, and her smile, gentle, yet chic. Now, the picture has become blurred outlines, around the time, do not want to let her get away......
If one day history become occupied memory......
If one day history has left us......
If one day we become forgotten by history history......

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Yongchun Xun to Zhuang


The yellow sun with golden light from the east. Sky blue, such as washing, several white clouds wandering in the take one's ease, as if playing with you in the naughty, play. Xun to Zhuang, basking in the sun, is the vast expanse of the sky in my arms. The sky seemed as tough blazers, and Xun to Zhuang is the bosom of the precious gold. That day, I was like a magnet to attract you to come before you, see you, see you, touch your pulse, to hear your heartbeat.
Xun to Zhuang, and mountains of the earth building, built in the Qing Ding Younian (1777 AD), sitting south, each day a green vegetable garden, look a long time and not far from the building, every year industrious and kind-hearted people in Yongchun three hundred and sixty-five days of blessing, but also in the future and prospect. It has the fresh morning, looking at the busy morning, sipping at the fragrance, flowing stream in the afternoon, enjoy a "sunset infinite good" dusk. At night, the village from time to time to listen to the familiar field frog insects chirping. In the moonlight shining, Xun to Zhuang quietly lying in their own territory.
In the landscape in Taoyuan, the four seasons of Yongchun county city, Xun to village with a long history has been see. Every year spring and autumn season two, have the students pure batch after batch to come here, and meet you, and your intimate. In the noisy speech, put aside the past quiet, bring a bustling atmosphere. Yang Xian people so kindly spend time with you, the people of Yongchun so friendly to protect you. You are in the passage of time, suffered the groundless talk, after years of vicissitudes, also tasted the sweet like honey, good protection.
Xun to Zhuang has house 96, covers an area of 3100 square meters, very spectacular, from afar, you like a mother general kind, like a giant in the grandeur and solemn. Frost and rain baptism, with the sky, the sun, the moon and the night, you slowly, slowly turned into a preserved ancient architecture of the resort. You are a famous ancient buildings, but also at the local corner rare past testimony. Xun to Zhuang ah, I praise you in simple language, I write you with a wonderful word statement. Your proven scenery, become an ancient landscape. You are a special highlight of Yongchun. Xun to Zhuang ah, you have the simple peasant, adhere to also have the workers and soldiers, and me, more general temperament.
Xun to Zhuang, outer two storey building, the most thickness of 2.5 meters. This is also the reason why you are still standing. The second layer is clay ramming into, 0.8 meters thick. South, East, west each have a stone arches, each embedded with "Xun to Zhuang", "Yi Cui", "spring" stone stele. This is you a miracle, a pioneering work.
The villagers, in the eyes, you appear like a breath of fresh air, gladdening the heart and refreshing the mind, purify the heart, become a picture scroll of the unique. You're so atmosphere, you so humble. In a long time, map building still had the typical southern residential building, from north to south in order for the red brick wall, stone paved courtyard, the West Wing room, main hall, the backyard. All this, Xun to Zhuang kept the original style. You are still the eyes of the spring, object Acura's pen. It is because of "rarity", you have the sweet fragrance, you can also say is Yongchun County of bright type, heavy and valuable, simple.
The village hall to Dan Yan Xie Shanding hall, with delicate woodcarving Liang fang. Zhuang is also well and stables, side pool and other living facilities. I see well, just heard the tinkling sound, water spewing out, pure and clear, transparent sweet. I am so close to the stables, in my mind, a horse from the inside out of the Pentium, walk with vigorous strides, take the lead, a powerful and unconstrained style, people bustling and horses neighing, The horses and men are strong., spectacle to the in front of one one flash over. Xun to Zhuang, how can you not call people indulge in pleasures without stop? How can you not so restless? How can you not let a person be very worried about? Later in the sight of you, you in your natural attitude to shine in my heart. You can shine with my pupil.

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To Buy or Not to Buy

The advantages of buying used items are numerous and can be quite profitable as well. You can save many greens by bringing in a slightly used item that would otherwise cost you a fortune to experience it. You can always ask for a bargain when buying-in a used item. This is surely not possible when buying a new and expensive product labelled with a hefty price tag to tease you. When buying electronic gadgets like mobile phones, laptops, tablets, etc., you can look for such items that have a warranty period (checking, maintenance, or service) left just to be on the safer side. If your negotiation skills are above average, you can also earn a few extra bucks from old and used gear (as those precious 'one of a kind' things keep getting million-dollar revenue from museums). Just keep a keen eye on cheap items and once you have bought them, sell them on slightly higher rates to earn a few extra greens!

There obviously are some downsides however, of buying used items as well. You are always at a risk of deception (fraud) through fake, faulty or replicated products. Many people are unsure if they should, or should not; trust a complete stranger on buying something that might turn out to be defective, or of poor quality. People refrain from buying used stuff from online stores or individuals. Many products may have been overused, and have hence become faulty; those can also be placed on C2C portals via sellers because there is no check and balance on the products being posted.

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A look at her, and memorable

The passage of time, time is old, thirty years of age, the nearly, bright, my heart. The heart injury, and again and again. Sing a song, red dust rolling, read to years of smoke, love to the depths, sticky eyes tears. Lit a cigarette, sucked in the bitter taste, throat choking, strands of wire worry, and floating with the smoke. Tears still cut tobacco, worry more, not destroy.prada handbags sale

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The past, like smoke, such as fog, like the wind, like rain. You and I first met the misty rain in the south. This scene, like you and me young. Sunshine, green grass, the breeze cool, red bud to bloom, birds are singing the song of youth. Encounter you in the streams, I linger on the spring scenery, the poem recitation: Spring sleep not, hear birds singing everywhere. When the rain, feeling sad beauty. Staring back at you, I saw a white skirt, long hair and black eyes, nose rosy lips and pretty white teeth, deep, strong, smile. You looked at me, smiling. A look at her, and memorable.

Your beauty, magic of my eye. At that moment, I do not know the spring girl blush heartbeat, also drop down tears of pearls, fulfilling a happy marriage. You an umbrella, elegant came to me. When we are surrounded with umbrella, this life, destined to, you are the only bride in my eyes.低息

From then on, long days of high water, white clouds blue sky, where the landscape, where we leave our footprints, where there are flowers, where the waft of our poetry, where there is rain, where to leave our heart. Yunnan rape, stretch as far as eye can see, that is your hometown, gold rotten rotten, glued my eyes. Phoenix Town, temperament and simple, that is my hometown, hidden story, hold your longing. The prairie of Inner Mongolia, we rode the horse, gallop in the vast blue sky. Wuzhen, the fine rain, wet your hair, kissed your face, run your lips. Landscape to you, is you, love you, you love; you to me, than the mountains more charming, more clever than water; your eyes, are the stars in the sky, so flicker, but like morning moon, with a sad few silk light.

One day, you said to me, do you want to go, go to a faraway place, I never find a place, eyes flowing with deep sorrow and don't give up, you put the white umbrella gently in my hand, said this is a souvenir, and then run away quickly, in the rain, running more farther away, disappear in the thin rain... Is that your tears? To leave me not shed tears? With which it would be awkward to disclose the pain away my tears? I can make nothing of it. Love has been a long time, but never be together.Finally, is to leave

The moon quietly disappeared, the West orange orange sun light up the sky, the moonlight was no longer, instead it is the will to light and heat transfer to the people in the heart of the sun. The early spring sunshine is bright, warm heart, body chill gradually subsided, the bird song of hope from my sad thoughts back to reality. Cigarette is extinguished, the tear also stop, pain, miss, are buried in the heart lake, never surfaced. Hurt my heart and don't come back, give me your elegant figure, watery eyes, and that the rain in the brilliance of the memories of the umbrella......

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