Seriously, I ran the rolling mountains and green water came gurgling, when exposure to mountains and waters, and they find that they heard the sound of cough have been to break the beautiful scenery, I still remember who said the words, there are three things the world can not hide: the poverty, love and cough, too late to say goodbye to the immediate beauty, care would have to be friends drove to the hospital.
come in here, is already quite noon, hot air does not escape the place, the nurses shuttle among the sick people, the needle in the blood vessels inside and out I can not help but erect, watching the drip tube in the liquid dripping inside my body when the flow is said to my face even morally to the emergence of a kind, funny friend knocked on my head. Friends said something so I ran quickly you go ... ... the rest of my throat like a mountain fire put a man on the couch curled up in the hospital.
After about ten minutes, she Xiaohe's back, holding hands inside a large watermelon. And like magic out of the two spoons, one to see them, I laughed, a smiling face is crooked spoon, a spoon is like a small dustpan, spoon the above has brought little frogs, cute extremely, I do not by laughing, half a watermelon, only two small spoon spirituality, his left hand was bit of control, I control his right hand a spoon, about to start, for a Kung Fu, half a watermelon red flesh on the bottom children, and round belly bulge stays pat, proud of watching a close friend and smiled.
said everything there is a spiritual story, so I lay in a hospital bed side, playing with two beautiful little spoon and watch it roll swaying light color drag, trance eyes blurred. I seem to see the distant past, really tall mountain scenery odd risk, Yuet Wah sun bathing, after years of reincarnation. In one day, because the arrangement of a somewhere, or some unknown force, which quietly came into my hands, do not put it down, this beauty is absolutely reliable.
think today was supposed to be spent among the mountains, but came to this house there was a cold cement prisoners, things could have been depressing, but was two lovely a small spoon, break up all the shadow of the moment, before the existence of beauty are real, beautiful people Xin Jing, a real daunting, so not joking with a loud expression of this joy and happiness, looked for a long time, as if They have not guess the mystery, so I stupidly stood with, any aspect thoughts roam between heaven and earth.
original and ideological imprisonment is able to make the melancholy beauty of mountains and rivers between, and break the walls, it stands a small premises, but heart is love, vast, free, let I usually rolled up his pants like a child, upstream.
come in here, is already quite noon, hot air does not escape the place, the nurses shuttle among the sick people, the needle in the blood vessels inside and out I can not help but erect, watching the drip tube in the liquid dripping inside my body when the flow is said to my face even morally to the emergence of a kind, funny friend knocked on my head. Friends said something so I ran quickly you go ... ... the rest of my throat like a mountain fire put a man on the couch curled up in the hospital.
After about ten minutes, she Xiaohe's back, holding hands inside a large watermelon. And like magic out of the two spoons, one to see them, I laughed, a smiling face is crooked spoon, a spoon is like a small dustpan, spoon the above has brought little frogs, cute extremely, I do not by laughing, half a watermelon, only two small spoon spirituality, his left hand was bit of control, I control his right hand a spoon, about to start, for a Kung Fu, half a watermelon red flesh on the bottom children, and round belly bulge stays pat, proud of watching a close friend and smiled.
said everything there is a spiritual story, so I lay in a hospital bed side, playing with two beautiful little spoon and watch it roll swaying light color drag, trance eyes blurred. I seem to see the distant past, really tall mountain scenery odd risk, Yuet Wah sun bathing, after years of reincarnation. In one day, because the arrangement of a somewhere, or some unknown force, which quietly came into my hands, do not put it down, this beauty is absolutely reliable.
think today was supposed to be spent among the mountains, but came to this house there was a cold cement prisoners, things could have been depressing, but was two lovely a small spoon, break up all the shadow of the moment, before the existence of beauty are real, beautiful people Xin Jing, a real daunting, so not joking with a loud expression of this joy and happiness, looked for a long time, as if They have not guess the mystery, so I stupidly stood with, any aspect thoughts roam between heaven and earth.
original and ideological imprisonment is able to make the melancholy beauty of mountains and rivers between, and break the walls, it stands a small premises, but heart is love, vast, free, let I usually rolled up his pants like a child, upstream.
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