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• vor 06.01.2009 10:46
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• strange

  10 minutes before I have a slender body, and now, I have become a soon extinguished cigarette butts. Her hand warm and humid, she would do with the middle finger and index finger quite arbitrary holding me in a quiet and calm attitude. I really can not understand; she looked at me this way in the wind burning, looked at me and sent the body of a dark blue fog slowly in the wind around in the night sky. 
  Her eyes have been hurt a sad, sad people feel sad ... ... 
  Although I am only a cigarette butt, I will still be able to understand her loneliness. 
  Unfortunately, I am only a cigarette butt, I still can not use "human" approach to comfort her. 
  I'm always trying to use "person" the idea to enrich myself, although I knew eventually I will be burning become ashes. I am in a desperate and extreme fear in this moment waiting for this day to come. In fact, the combustion is so let me excited. Let the excitement of so short I would like to start all over again - start all over again, this is the idea of people, they always want to retain all thought it was wonderful time. Can only think, can not achieve. 
  
  I point a cigarette, no smoking, only quietly watched it burn in the wind - I used a special way miss him. Where is he? Heaven or hell. I do not know, I do not know a body whether the existence of the soul, if there, why not come to see me? If it does not exist, why have each night, let me? 
  Women should not be smoking - which he said to me now, why the tone sounds as strange? I heard him, I do not smoke, I just lit a cigarette, watch it burn - it burning when I seemed to see him. Smoke has been going to burn, and only a little dim red in my fingertips struggling - burning from my fingers spread rapidly, inadvertently shaking a bit, the long fall silent soot in the air inside. Gone with the Wind, under the sky sporadic, and some cold. I heard his sighing, in the quiet of the night, particularly clear. Wicker Baskets Wicker Storage Basket Wicker Shopping Basket Wicker Laundry Basket Wicker Picnic Basket wicker lamps
  
  I found all parts of the burning has become ashes, I was her abandoned on the ground, I issued a final effort to shine - is almost impossible to detect faint. I heard her sigh - filled with helplessness and sadness. I heard she is very rhythmic footsteps go away. Night, deep like the eyes of death, non-stop laughing at me, a cigarette butt in the world the last time.
• vor 27.12.2008 05:18
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• scene

  No snow this winter, but in the dead of night, cold wind from the top of dreams past. The warmth inclusions dream of adequate protection against the long night of loneliness. 
  During the day, the sun is still bright. However, such a sunny, laid-back prostrate all tangible and intangible world. Standing room, through the bustling customers look to the view outside the window. Topol tall, eye. The sparse leaves, struggling in the wind, which has been the scene of this season. 
  Coming and going of vehicles and galloped off. Arrival of a large bus stop, then restart. So every day. A write-once, in the view of many words in this scene. Such a scene, who would care? 
  
  Some crimson-face. Day of Peace in moderation and she's agreeable, and some quiet. While no customers, all of a sudden bang long heavy sigh and said: "I am really depressed, in particular, would like to vent about it later regret, or tolerance of the good." 
  I said: "We are emotional people Zhi, said that on the said, would not regret it." 
  Juan said: "This particular customer is not reasonable, I said to him what he did not understand me Hujiaomanchan." 
  I said: "You said after the sentence on the former will have an another said. His goal is to want to go back to face counterfeit money, you have not done anything wrong, he would yell, you can stop." 
  Juan smiled. Juan said: "yes ah, his aim is to want to return to counterfeit money goes ... ... sister, you're right." 
  Juan think a lot of relieved. There are many things in life, we can not prevent it from happening, then we will have to find a way out for the heart, not the total block to get you the horn. 
   
  Window the sun is still bright. Life there are always the opportunity to face their own. 
  It's like a cold kiss, a wish that did not respond to the embrace. In fact, why should I make life difficult for themselves with it? The ridicule he said: "The worst was the opposite of people looked at the floor. Zaban?" 
  The stalemate hold all of a sudden collapse of the dam, and routed. I stopped in the footsteps of a long distance, not all of the conditions of stay in his stubborn, smiling. 20six.fr flixya bienvoir arviblog blogfreehere yourblog
• vor 27.12.2008 05:40
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• dust

  I love the old, is not it? Thin dense lines, just remember that some of the students in the smooth face. My eyes have been blind to you, in that some stood open, you have been out of the back of my sight. 
  I used the words describe a rainy day there is a snow, they have given me many suggesting that crashed in the rain, snow or Wind, you will be lightly in the footsteps of my dreams come from. 
  I ah, afraid to fall asleep, afraid to miss from falling raindrops. 
  I ah, afraid to fall asleep, from fear of Snowflake Wind miss. 
  I know that the wait is painful. I will let you wait for the day, and you let me wait a lifetime. On that day, you came to my dream, but you can not say anything with a smile. At the moment, I bow to you as you passed a smile. 
  Wang Chuan my eyes the night of the final piece of the moon, but you still can not see the disappearance of direction. 
  
  2, 
  You do not know, I treasure the thing, I realized it in the depths of the soul. Whenever I freedom of the soul when I open it, and the moon in the sky, it will be read out loud. 
  I used the language of poetry, to create a stage, I remember Fantasy and dance. You shook my hand, follow the melody of youth, the graceful dancing, he had alerted her that it's eyes. We are happy for you? We are happy for you? 
  However, your hand was sweating, your eyes in tears. I do not want to ask why you really do not want to ask. 
  
  3, 
  "A ship" is a lane. "Yellow House" is the crossroads of a marker. A rainy day, life is always a mark. A snow, life is never a scene. 
  Only an old tree's also stay put. 
  All these are some of the props. You and I in a speech Qingjing Ju, we always play the hero. After Gebendongxi. I miss, and you? You also miss what? 
  Miss, to open the dust-laden memory, a recollection of Zhao Na touching scene. I shed tears, you do not know if I can not see the tears of Tongren, you have placed a smile. andywu mtv intalking nakuz phillyfuture seo 
• vor 27.12.2008 05:11
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• dust

  I love the old, is not it? Thin dense lines, just remember that some of the students in the smooth face. My eyes have been blind to you, in that some stood open, you have been out of the back of my sight. 
  I used the words describe a rainy day there is a snow, they have given me many suggesting that crashed in the rain, snow or Wind, you will be lightly in the footsteps of my dreams come from. 
  I ah, afraid to fall asleep, afraid to miss from falling raindrops. 
  I ah, afraid to fall asleep, from fear of Snowflake Wind miss. 
  I know that the wait is painful. I will let you wait for the day, and you let me wait a lifetime. On that day, you came to my dream, but you can not say anything with a smile. At the moment, I bow to you as you passed a smile. 
  Wang Chuan my eyes the night of the final piece of the moon, but you still can not see the disappearance of direction. 
  
  2, 
  You do not know, I treasure the thing, I realized it in the depths of the soul. Whenever I freedom of the soul when I open it, and the moon in the sky, it will be read out loud. 
  I used the language of poetry, to create a stage, I remember Fantasy and dance. You shook my hand, follow the melody of youth, the graceful dancing, he had alerted her that it's eyes. We are happy for you? We are happy for you? 
  However, your hand was sweating, your eyes in tears. I do not want to ask why you really do not want to ask. 
   
  "A ship" is a lane. "Yellow House" is the crossroads of a marker. A rainy day, life is always a mark. A snow, life is never a scene. 
  Only an old tree's also stay put. 
  All these are some of the props. You and I in a speech Qingjing Ju, we always play the hero. After Gebendongxi. I miss, and you? You also miss what? 
  Miss, to open the dust-laden memory, a recollection of Zhao Na touching scene. I shed tears, you do not know if I can not see the tears of Tongren, you have placed a smile. 
• vor 03.12.2008 09:56
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• settlement

  They met when she is only 15 years old, he had just graduated from university.
  
  Section I of the new semester math class, he came. A good young teachers! The tall thin slightly thin, but Junshuang cool and bright, quick dust; Mei Yujian shows a kind of self-confidence and firm. To speak simply agile, quick thinking, humorous style of conversation, it's a free and easy writing on the blackboard, on what attracted everyone's attention.
  
  He graduated from university, to work on the left, with one or two high-class math class and their teacher. He's the youngest of them more like big brother, the classroom and together they travel the world of mathematics, natural sciences removal of the essence; course, he will be racing together with the boys court, pass, rebound, dunk, all sweating , Earned every letter; talk with the girls Yi Shu, Liu said, the girls touch their minds. Strange, so they always for girls and was not sure what the math in his teaching, it seems to me that they opened the door, inside the world of the original so wonderful, they love the beginning of the mathematics, like on his math classes.
  
  In some cases, the class a few odd clever boys deliberately finding fault pick thorns, they found many Xiqi Han to see the mathematical problem, he asked, he would like to live hard, he did not expect the settlement clean. There are also hard to live when he saw Cumei be lost in thought, in the words of the brush on paper, it quickly tackled down, and then raised his bushy eyebrows, mouth micro-Shangqiao, self-confidence of those who just sit back and relax Shoulder boys, boys can only admire the way the five-vote. Together with the boys, they are more like buddies, the boys are known as the "boss."beklo arviblog bienvoir blogbourse j-breeze.jp
• vor 03.12.2008 09:51
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• vast land

  Up to the top, jumped into the eyelid is the endless steppe, like a green carpet of green, from the past to the distant spread. Among them, also dotted with colorful flowers, with blue sky and white clouds in the Tianchi and Kazuhiro Shimizu, the people competing there is a feeling carried away. In the face of such natural magic, I really felt great is the small human life is so short that linger for a long time to forget the heart of life and death, honor and disgrace, poor and rich, just want a pair of wings on a long, a grass laps red Flowers from the cliff to jump off, then fell toward the mountains in the distance flying, it dissolves in the blue sky in this.
  
  Natural baptism, I can not help but think of one situation: geography and climate, a number of achievements in human aspirations. The agency can enter the ring, no matter what the face of who, when people in fear, shudder, or even lost. To be at home, could he, it is necessary to have the blazing, the unyielding spirit, but in the end, inevitably still physically and mentally tired, haggard described the outcome; peripheral environment of the poor, it is hard to do, in order to survive, had to groveling, distorting their own Body, the lower their heads, good for more living space.
  
  If you do not want to proceed carefully, and do not want to groveling, you do a Caomin it! For this purpose should not feel inferior, because when the proud. Hand in hand, Jianbingzhuojian, with countless grass Meeting is a continuous manner of grassland. That's how a realm of life and ah, mind magnanimous, selfless, fearless, was determined to both of masculinity, an avalanche of added majestic, vast land, have enriched grass, not the sky, the color and Tim force, Wind and rain baptism, the branch will not break down Soares, only more green. Green grass over and spent more than Yan, the sun even more beautiful, more Guangmo heaven and earth. Wunizhuoshui, Fupi knifed, and new students will be covered, not to mention wild fire, the spring breeze again!

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• vor 03.12.2008 09:05
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• mountain

  The height of summer, from Yanji to the Changbai Mountains.
  
  The ear drum sound is still repeated itself again and dancing in front of the still fresh in our memory, the body has in the road in the mountains.
  
  Into the mountain road from the artificial forests is to open up the middle, on either side of the pine and cypress, white birch trees, such as fertile land, suitable climate benefits, most of the giant trees have become long. Caught between the trees is the proliferation of shrubs, together almost airtight. However, the forest through the vent under the sun continuously, may feel that there is a lot of penetrating body immersion, which was a huge energy. In the face of this mysterious, really makes people stop and want to go in on foot to see what happens, the tour guide can tell me that wild animals come and go inside, medicinal herbs over and over, the Manchurian tiger, the old wild ginseng out of all this, but most people will go in Lost, it's not get out.
  
  Wei Yi and along the mountain road, the more it is a steep cliff, the air becomes thin, ear waves have been compression. The towering trees away gradually, sometimes gentle slope of a small, open-chip into the azaleas. In addition, over the stone from the medium-and long out of a white birch, the trunk is tubby, Ilex are winding around as much as possible to start branches in order to gain more room for growth necessary for the maintenance of good The sun, air and water.

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• vor 15.10.2008 04:10
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• Game of life

  Take the road of life, you treasure on the chess board, not the total number to your left on board the number of chess stars, and do not ask you how many gains in the past. You should do is to carefully treat you on board the remaining pieces, a series of carefully, they will be on the best location, as you will be the most perfect player. Game of life, do not want to interfere with other people's approach to chess. Or crying, no matter whether happy, life is a simply life in the process it. The life of your most important partner, perhaps to accompany you through this game of chess match. They and your strength, your harvest so that you can not think of many things. Game so that you would like to harvest, to harvest the strong, post-harvest life to the wonderful, it allows you to become mature, life becomes infinite charm. Do not get too many luxury of emotion, not too many luxury of luxury. Expected more, and more will be disappointed. Buddha, the release can be obtained plagued relief, in fact, our problem is our heart, not the noise of life. In the face of life with a sense of balance to the board in the face of difficulties, in order to exclude the hearts of the ideas and personal considerations, there is a transcendent life of a wise man. A serious grasp of each piece, you seriously with the end of the game of life partner, you will be the stage for life on a good winner.........
• vor 15.10.2008 04:46
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• losing

  The board in your life, there will be many pieces. But they could not accompany you through life. In your life journey, they may be just your journey of life in a small episode. 
  Under a piece out, you may be to hear. But when they completed their mission, it's only quietly away, you have to withdraw from the stage of life, whether you are sad or happy is to give up or nostalgia. A luxury not every little piece of your attachment, do not let go of every luxury you are so calm. The past will come with you then take the one-way. The move, certainly the last time you went home. 
  Life choice. 
  Life chess game, winning or losing does not matter. Won in life may win him fame, but they may be in the other game on a lost dignity, conscience and family. Lost in life, life may be silent, no flowers and applause, but they may be in another game to win more, such as love, commitment and personality. 
  Some people say that life is a game that was born from the start, leaving the world of the end of the time. In fact, all people in all. A drop of water can reflect the world as a whole, the flower can be interpreted as a whole spring, winter on the balcony of a sufficient warm green leaves throughout the winter, a game enough to perform in life..........
• vor 15.10.2008 04:11
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• contradictory body

  Men, mature and calm. All of a sudden think of Nietzsche said: "Only by understanding the uterus before changing the lives of men suffering of the division." Although I do not understand this, but I do not deny that sometimes women than men have a better understanding of men. Originally, the life-is the need to complement each other, without going into the men, a woman is an island, apart from the woman, a man is Gumu. However, contradictory body of the people there are individual differences, the Love of spectators will never understand the feelings Ruojiruoli distance. I know that women love with the inevitable and disseminated a lot of dreams, but men do they not? But with the inclusion of some secret intelligence. 
  Wise men when a woman refuses to very tactfully, never to hurt the man, so that men tend to discourage their own. Even if the white lie was exposed and will not feel embarrassed, although the tip of brow will panic over the slightest. A smart man, such a refusal, once is enough, because he has finished understood that the sub ran aground in mind that while some sense of loss, but he will not inviting worry. 
  I am a smart man, therefore, rejected a sufficient.............
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