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vendredi 19 déc., 2008

   The kind of oppression is sitting in the leg nerves and blood vessels at the cost of the pile at the bottom heel, which is a relaxed muscle since I did not want to understand. Hu Chuang is the embryonic form of a chair, Hu Chuang gradually developed into the current chair of mankind's greatest inventions of. It not only improved the human circulatory system, but also in human beings to stand between the bed and sleep with for a long time to maintain the third position, which is sitting.

   The quality of the sitting is a standard, such as the so-called stand-song, such as sit 10 minutes, such as lying on the bow is the human image of the three position metaphor. In fact, stations such as pine, such as lying all bow easier, but it sit 10 minutes as difficult to achieve, apart from the servicemen in the lapel is a danger Block occasions, I have rarely seen the 10-minute ride as a shadow. Do not say you, I see a really, broadcasters such as riding a 10 minutes to go, although some re-screen video, sound but no longer sway in the wind.

   Article 9 of this year is that the strong tropical storm, "Kammuri" on the last night in the coastal areas of Guangdong. Guangdong did not know where, the study ran into the busy to see the map on the wall, the view does not matter, can not help but breathe down Liang Qi. Liaoyang is not a mermaid in it, so much wind, the wind was accidentally fell, and then by the Shandong Peninsula sharp angle you choose, head down against the Taiwan Province of the horn on that terrible. Mermaid quickly to the call, a good signal, passes to the voice of Mermaid: "I too, I want to die!" "Would like to Gepi! Love letter the other day beauty contest Gao Ge, Lao Sa Pa Zhao door read, not A letter to me, you will not write a letter, it can not be a re-Hun Xiaqu.

   But I still quite your mind, the typhoon is coming, you must adhere to live, to you later On the left to climb, climb again Hohhot let go, even if the fall, I will be able to catch you. "Snapped the phone hang out, can not help but secretly happy: Thanks to Lao Zi in Jingzhou, if in Australia, fell about the Antarctic ice sheet, Drop dead have frozen to death!

publié par marlll on the moon publié dans : General
lundi 08 déc., 2008
Back to the icehouse as the same home, in front of the room "double" Momo more than tears, double single, lonely shadow, lonely bed! Shenjiao one, only the immense cold. A rise only to see his shadow in the night wandering alone in Jue. Momo said that to their own well-being is very simple, but no matter how their efforts can not touch the edge of love. 
I sigh, as Momo sad for so many around the sad woman. From time to time to hear a home and two beds of married life, or separately, such as street-wife's family. The only woman heating only way to open or blanket with heating, warm the body, but not warm the heart. 
Cold coffee, and asked Momo, it is ironic that it? I did not laugh, only You Youde said: Momo, cry on Kuba, a Yinren eyes will be hurt even more confused, always blind to other beautiful things. Women should live for themselves! No matter how bitter and more tired, we must speak out loudly. Momo finally smiled and said, I am envious of this Ganaiganhen, even if the heavens smile down, will adhere to the character. 
When parting, said that if Momo can choose my next life, she must not do women. Is helpless or hopeless? Sad really good! 
The woman is the key to happiness really is the right man? Is not to say that life can be really cruel! Would like to say yes, can not help but ridicule from their own childish. Women, more self-confidence before the United States, treat their most real. 
Women can not do rattan, and certainly not morning glory. If the sun disappeared, on a grass do it, not wild fire, the spring breeze again. If you grew up in the garden, do you a rosettes, Shannon has not shake chaos, no wind to fly from the flowers. 
Life is not a dream, because it is too true 
Life is not wine, because it is too light 
Life is not lost, because it is too popular 
Once again, listen to Karen Mok from the "double single," Momo would like to say: baby, lend me on the shoulder by one on it! Tomorrow will remain in the red sun rising in the east. No big deal, and know how to love their own good!
publié par marlll on the moon publié dans : General
mercredi 26 nov., 2008
The autumn, Chiba dinner, still took a book to sit down again Tanabe. Planning a summer of rice started emitting a smell. Sit down, the back end text, and then slowly looked at the twilight of the evening is not on the horizon, one of the fishes in the clouds in the evening light and only very moment. Days and not through, Wamingchongsheng the chorus has already started, one after another, overwhelming and played together. A lot of dragonflies, flying low to occasionally hand can be caught. Huang Huang them to go, it seems that the general did not find a place to stay. As a result of intense emotion to be suspect, at night, they sleep in the end did not sleep, but their bed and where? Later, as if aware of the fact that this vast open country where any one place, they are sleep. A grass, a piece of stone, or even a very fine tip of the Spurs. 
Perhaps, it is also a wind of it for a while, the grain plump blowing up down, replaced with a new harder field Yan into the crisp color of yellow. To harvest, but we often forget to change the season, forget the deep fall gradually getting stronger. Tanaka arrived, found everywhere is a farmer harvesting the figure can no longer sit side of the Tian Kan. At this time all of a sudden loss of the grasshopper can be dependent on the straw shelter, the panic in the string of tin pa on the next jump in and one foot into the fields, on a small Jing Fei. As a result the book with no choice but to slowly come to the foot of a mountain. A foot of the hill farmers of the Valley of the new reactor stack, and sat on it, the smell Xiuzhao aspartate, irrigation Xiuzhao Doo-ri floated the smell of fresh grain, can not tell the happy. The crunchy sound of threshing, in the evening, the evening mist, in the wide-field far, far away. 
The fields in the fall, Shannon Valley is around the world. The grain is to fight the new Shannon ah, when we flip books, that scent gently on the page to the folder where. 
publié par marlll on the moon publié dans : General

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