2010年12月30日星期四

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Finance busy man, birds for food Xiang. In this world, the sun hurried footsteps, and looked particularly panic! You see he is still just east hill, down the Western Hills instant; left corner of my eye, weaving an invisible net, based on hearsay evidence of all edible food fishing world. Close all windows and doors the night quickly turned out the light, the eyes of the stars to strange looking bleak, as the child did not your mother, abandoned in the street, staggering Dunsheng compassion heart-breaking sadness; crops in the fields freely gave birth, the sun Flowers bloom to bloom; the vast sea, floating like a cloud free, where is you can be my dream? There are trees standing in the jointing of the sorghum, or stand in peaks, such as a strong stump? But I look forward to flying on the sky, eager to go to sea in flight; but I do not invisible wings, there is no wind and splashing into the water with open oar sails. Vision of the eye filled with sadness, not a heavy line of faltering obstinately; midst of sadness that I still thought, tomorrow is bleak, or brilliant, my feet have tread on the horizon. If it is hard to make the stomach acid will swallow it down, put it as if it is inspired tears long spirit; Since the distance, I will go ahead as always ... ... melancholy man lost, confused people a loss, disappointing loss, A life not so cranky, too many worries in life will make people lose their fun and joyous. Seized the opportunity to fight a must, but also fell in the battle to lose in death; no matter how kind, strong person to stand up better than lying down!
How many people kept saying to the removal of the moon, but the years may be the last to surrender. Hope that is true, as demons sometimes, people never forget Mirage mirage, as the wave finally died on the beach. A wall, a window, sometimes the same people to despair; sometimes do not put too much sunlight, he will give you a false impression of dim surprise!
I can not see my face in water, the sun can not see what he looks like his shadow; grass to see me quickly to the body hidden, I hope the cloud has disappeared, the vast expanse of land I actually own a cappella, but you can say I do not exist in this world?
Is the vision for the future to look forward to bloom, because of back and forth to see the dream grow! Hope is a compass to guide the direction of navigation marks; as if the wind is with the flowers, go there it always smell of incense, flowers in full bloom along with it to find a place. So Dream mostly against the wind, and is caught off guard a little bit of twists and turns!

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