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< p > in those days will have a problem do not understand: why is the Chinese new year to couplets, but also Bang Pala rang non-stop? Listen to the old ones speak know: is a monster,saucony outlet, he eats a long-toothed man with a livid face, the destruction of homes of children. Often heard are frightening, can not help but feel scared,nike tn pas cher, but tend to play more than fear, not fear our still again and again the in "year" day in the street. Grow up, finally know, about the year, only a small legend, but, "year" did not, the best time is also taken away by time.
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gently caress more sweet dreams.He is the most dazzling star in a
leaves have been carefully serve in with a bunch of flowers. However, their ambition always self-evident -- the sun also love their, and that your love is not better than love flowers few, so they are waiting for the moment, to cater to the need of performance, waiting to find a role change, look forward to the next field., I have unknowingly the original you've lost.
< p > maybe because we lost our innocence; perhaps it is because we are bullish on the social attitudes; perhaps,Related topics:
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gently caress more sweet dreams.He is the most dazzling star in a
leaves have been carefully serve in with a bunch of flowers. However, their ambition always self-evident -- the sun also love their, and that your love is not better than love flowers few, so they are waiting for the moment, to cater to the need of performance, waiting to find a role change, look forward to the next field., because seven color flowers have withered, perhaps, is the because parents are getting more and more white hair... We are not looking forward to the spring festival. And on the contrary, every year, the Spring Festival will fall. Only, we are now too much to feel the years of boredom......
< p > midnight, always hope to meet my childhood in the dream of self: body wearing new clothes, pocket stuffed with delicious, and his companions go on the trail of the countryside,stylo plume mont blanc soldes, talking and laughing. Only those who have been taken away by time, can not find.
Time: 2014-04-15; reading: second source: short literary network author Muzi
childhood days like seven small Jeanne hand flowers, beautiful and lost innocence. May when our hands only withered flowers, suddenly startled, but found that the flashing the scent of the day, such as the long tail of Halley's comet. By the time the broom dragged into the magic space, drifting further and further away. And like the bus travel after the scenery, leaving only a little bit of fuzzy memory.
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