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door to see the light leakage in the house numerous books elongated shadow, so the disappointment of the staff my heart. Tell their evening in such a suit, I decided to write a warmth brush and ink the letter yesterday, giving the boy riding the wind Dream.

waking in the morning, micro-Xi, a new vision primary distraction gap. Hissing sound from air conditioners, air conditioners, such as silk to take in hand, Chiba rolled down the curtain cord, blue glass in the old town of the world, a rather obscure the years. Dark green light blue dome Qingyuan a screen, maybe Jisi polyester strands indistinct cloud may be only smoke, steal 恋着 while drunk in the Mo Ching Ning. Meters of altitude in the negative one seen in flight over the slow as snail-like insect, buzzing sound of the engine broken in the ethereal to the best of the old town of Geneva Lane, was soft and fine scenery.
eye in the foreground of the church tower of gold orange, dawn fire hall, but after the religious atmosphere dense smoke, a kind of peace accompanied by daily interest can not say more and more rich. Birds swept the tower rotation, group to group far away from the silent, looking on the natural horizon.
silently leaning out of windows, chin knock on the wall. This action seems to innate and almost stranger hiding behind the same action in the face of different thoughts. My seventeen-year-old between me how far light years across, or just a window across the distance? In this life is almost constant across the summer out in the morning ten years I have found that time just for me. Seventeen-year-old King on the Mouli, with the King and the eyes become filled with years of confusing and unique with precipitation over the past years. Mouli those reflected in the story of precipitation, until gradually buried deep look hard to find.
a tranquil afternoon, I sat upon the door, watching the suffering of an affair with the book. The afternoon sun with me extend to the end of the dark, supernatural power of the sun not have long to shine [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and then slowly fade into the wild community.
sit, silent and dark relative to the dialogue. Qing Ye mean to the trace of the moon, the wind abruptly rolled curtains uncertain, muggy heat of the chest lying on the blood roll. Lu Jie busy red light green wine are down-hearted only to fall from the bad, those who try their hand camel troubles of noise hee washed tranquil world.
long, long time, night to month condensate into a tranquil silence of the quiet eye, it was cold in my heart's not willing to practice lightly disappointed with the expected set, dilapidated building next door floor gallery and the photo does not shine the warm dim light the incandescent moment of silence for me the years of youth.
that time I was sixteen, lying in the quarters of the corridor railings, watching the faint cold night curtain hung across the back of the vanity of King decorated house lights turn off at eleven o'clock, the outline of steps Xiang Zi Bridge lights followed the banks of consumer bait at night, from far to near without the Hanjiang light roar of waves, sand in the engines roar in the night and Ying Ying, the Mouli world can not rely on only three did not warm light, long dam cold neon sight of the UNESCO building a large incandescent lamps, the residual three outdoor lights, so haste and means heavy light my world. This scene made me so much of the night, trance, often inexplicably worried about where the return road, or for the previous quarter Piaoxu of Xiaoyu's brilliant departure miss ... ... there are those guilty of the things pharyngeal injury in the heart [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and said and do not bear that seemed so hypocritical [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], why did it had known now. There are many things not just wishful thinking.
seems like a daze thinking does not make sense, because no one out in the sink in the last flowers of hope. So I slept a long time silence has become the pace of rescue. Looking back now, that I had really thought to maintain the delicate gesture.
car driving school to tens of kilometers away, the end is a thin dark pupil of the eye of a diploma and a farewell. When the road to a full season full of sunshine, pure in full. Road Wild's three-year old old houses, built a new three-year three-color three-story buildings two blindly hide large share of the rice tender Zi Ran, light blue of the sky, looks forward to peace in the clouds on the window-dressing China. King saw that three years have changed the rounds and rounds. Personnel At this point, the road already see through the good mood at the beginning for what in the end. Inability to imagine any reality that is always vulnerable. Found
step ladder and on the hill, look for another room had a gorgeous memory of the classrooms had so many dreams is about to fall on the mountain's classroom had a classroom full of the cheap paper now only a shell . Youth with a picture of the familiar faces of the name of Yang may be the last move of the call, the last part of the light away from McCain. Occasionally a few close friends, there are a thousand words but do not know how to say, only lightly to say goodbye. One and a classmate, and thus be turned over. Very strange feeling this strange parting - a loss cramped. I'm submerged in this feeling, in the home only a few found in the Merlin Lake, past the phase separation has been with me but I could not go back to 07,08,09. The years. The Merlin is still glittering sparkling lake, my youth has been falling ever Jinshan tail.

only to find that if I did not value you, that this will be the past, I leave with you forever. In this life we ​​have missed the seventeen years the river, miss you my boy, and my young middle old age, where you will bend?
this letter would like to weigh my stay green different years and look forward to meet again with your memory.
Goodbye, yesterday. Goodbye, fleeting


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