Meaning namely still lusty summer,UGGs Finnegan, suddenly has to fall. Nanshan trees lightly to fly leaves, dancing with the west wind, act a ultimate bye to the summer. Dew along the stems and leaves, in the tranquil early morn Qingyin a Love Song. Gently kneel,Supra TK Society Mid Cheap, elect up a foliage, holding in the palm of the hand, veil-like morn mist, blurred eyes, eyes yet fallen flowers. The speed of time, fixed ashore the svelte leaves. Although the patch still leaves the remaining Bik can not bear to leave; though there namely still a patch of leaves on the tree attachment. However, through the lukewarm spring and summer of publicity, to fall, fragrant bough no longer prop true, the west air will finally shed tears, turned into dust and muck. Seasonal wheel, who can comprehend its silent language, maintain its chaptering footsteps? This fall, maybe originally nostalgia and nostalgia of the season. Memories from the summer accumulation, Way behind in the tranquil isolation of the open gate of happiness alternatively the anguish of doing went, toward each corner of the elapse. This fall, perhaps has forever been bloody reality of the season. Although covered with golden yellow disguise, entire games will finally all over as the lukewarm spring, shoving the summer to do the last commemorative. This fall, a bird diagram sparse, dingy colors of nature, sorrowful of mind, destined to no verse ... ... the globe to fall, chilly rain Qiaochuang,UGG Seline, the wind and cool, who can know the afflict I lonesome? Into the throngs, I am trying to quest because the versed figure. Suddenly back, saw, already versed to you. That summer, we have connecting fingers,Tularosa Lace Up UGGs Boots, wade in every corner of the city. That summer, we Xiang Wei dependent, in forming 1 of the coast, seeing the ebb tide rose. That summer, in the birch, we embraced kissing, fiction, a pretty fairy tale summer. It namely said that adore a person,UGG Roseberry, it will attach to a metropolis. Why, immediately this city has locked a person? You are no longer versed face, with a kind who can not avoid to avoid the pain, once the promise,UGG Crochet Short, and quake off a pearly periodical. I obtain onward with you, exhausted of living entire Fan Wu. The Bowl, that's no longer you my story. If you can,belstaff bags 556, I am willing to discontinue their strong fortification of this cold city, carrying a Sentimental work into outlaw; whether you can, I am compliant to adopt the avenues Liulayixiang thrust to punish. This season, all entities in nature slowly disintegrate, the geese go south planned in the climate war, sing the sadness fertile night, crowing the autumn of elegy; yellow stems and leaves of trees, and rugged body and attempted to make the ultimate wind anti-ritual. Just this fall, I tried to ascertain the driving force of life, yet that is no here, then, would like to hide in the words of the fictional town of Utopia to flee the pain, merely it lost its way. An orange on the mountain ridge rising from, the front of one blank mask. In the cold night sky, the calm entities and act it in the eye. I clearly felt the moonlight pouring, and moon form a dark emotional bonding, crushing into one area in the past. I seem to hear the pretty Butterfly sung for a thousand years the sounds, watch the passionate butterflies ... ... I can clearly feel the cold months, slightly cold night, I heard a tearing sound erosion, two bleeding lip In the quake unsteadily, mouthful of bitter, cruising in the Chunchi Jian, and eventually became a beautiful sorrow. Inadvertently, the sounds drifting across the treetops, the hunk graves in adore dancing lightly on the dish, and slowly turned into dandelion-like smog floated sequence, as if the chronicle television drama was marble annoying sentimental melancholy. Wind, and gradually blurred the Butterfly, torn annuals of the wound. Docked at the junction of years, past, no longer bear see back. Coldest silent, all entities are crouching on its feet peacefully dormant. Tonight, a puddle of moonlight looked actually absence to sleep, in dreams, listening to days of barking months, listen to shortage rooster crow out, and then the sea in the past.
Friday, November 18, 2011
feel the cold months
Meaning namely still lusty summer,UGGs Finnegan, suddenly has to fall. Nanshan trees lightly to fly leaves, dancing with the west wind, act a ultimate bye to the summer. Dew along the stems and leaves, in the tranquil early morn Qingyin a Love Song. Gently kneel,Supra TK Society Mid Cheap, elect up a foliage, holding in the palm of the hand, veil-like morn mist, blurred eyes, eyes yet fallen flowers. The speed of time, fixed ashore the svelte leaves. Although the patch still leaves the remaining Bik can not bear to leave; though there namely still a patch of leaves on the tree attachment. However, through the lukewarm spring and summer of publicity, to fall, fragrant bough no longer prop true, the west air will finally shed tears, turned into dust and muck. Seasonal wheel, who can comprehend its silent language, maintain its chaptering footsteps? This fall, maybe originally nostalgia and nostalgia of the season. Memories from the summer accumulation, Way behind in the tranquil isolation of the open gate of happiness alternatively the anguish of doing went, toward each corner of the elapse. This fall, perhaps has forever been bloody reality of the season. Although covered with golden yellow disguise, entire games will finally all over as the lukewarm spring, shoving the summer to do the last commemorative. This fall, a bird diagram sparse, dingy colors of nature, sorrowful of mind, destined to no verse ... ... the globe to fall, chilly rain Qiaochuang,UGG Seline, the wind and cool, who can know the afflict I lonesome? Into the throngs, I am trying to quest because the versed figure. Suddenly back, saw, already versed to you. That summer, we have connecting fingers,Tularosa Lace Up UGGs Boots, wade in every corner of the city. That summer, we Xiang Wei dependent, in forming 1 of the coast, seeing the ebb tide rose. That summer, in the birch, we embraced kissing, fiction, a pretty fairy tale summer. It namely said that adore a person,UGG Roseberry, it will attach to a metropolis. Why, immediately this city has locked a person? You are no longer versed face, with a kind who can not avoid to avoid the pain, once the promise,UGG Crochet Short, and quake off a pearly periodical. I obtain onward with you, exhausted of living entire Fan Wu. The Bowl, that's no longer you my story. If you can,belstaff bags 556, I am willing to discontinue their strong fortification of this cold city, carrying a Sentimental work into outlaw; whether you can, I am compliant to adopt the avenues Liulayixiang thrust to punish. This season, all entities in nature slowly disintegrate, the geese go south planned in the climate war, sing the sadness fertile night, crowing the autumn of elegy; yellow stems and leaves of trees, and rugged body and attempted to make the ultimate wind anti-ritual. Just this fall, I tried to ascertain the driving force of life, yet that is no here, then, would like to hide in the words of the fictional town of Utopia to flee the pain, merely it lost its way. An orange on the mountain ridge rising from, the front of one blank mask. In the cold night sky, the calm entities and act it in the eye. I clearly felt the moonlight pouring, and moon form a dark emotional bonding, crushing into one area in the past. I seem to hear the pretty Butterfly sung for a thousand years the sounds, watch the passionate butterflies ... ... I can clearly feel the cold months, slightly cold night, I heard a tearing sound erosion, two bleeding lip In the quake unsteadily, mouthful of bitter, cruising in the Chunchi Jian, and eventually became a beautiful sorrow. Inadvertently, the sounds drifting across the treetops, the hunk graves in adore dancing lightly on the dish, and slowly turned into dandelion-like smog floated sequence, as if the chronicle television drama was marble annoying sentimental melancholy. Wind, and gradually blurred the Butterfly, torn annuals of the wound. Docked at the junction of years, past, no longer bear see back. Coldest silent, all entities are crouching on its feet peacefully dormant. Tonight, a puddle of moonlight looked actually absence to sleep, in dreams, listening to days of barking months, listen to shortage rooster crow out, and then the sea in the past.
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