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Posted by marlll
on October 9, 2008, 03:43 AM.
In autumn, the moon is the insight of all things Yan Kong, to get a glimpse of a thorough soul.
Yichuang Mochizuki, I carefully savings eye, was looking to do the End of the World Guihong, the harder you saw the Green Qian Ying Cong Cong.
As a result, there is a flat moonlight in my heart, and come up occasionally ran pictures, such as a piece of white horse to the Chi. I heard over the soul of the village, in the dream of poetry, singing Diyin shallow. Tage from those of birds, drunk Xiang I love sleeping for many years.
Iraq, where are you? I would like to go with you, look for wind-down of the Tao Heung Li Li and for many of the hot tears.
The sky is a blue state, is a shadow on the years after the invasion and the dream of color.
There are places in the world should be sentimentally attached to block; next month, some people have to love.
Chi native land, the first time I cried aloud. To see, I paid a life of virginity, but did not have to avoid the trap of love and love of guns.
Oh Iraqis, whether or not a person is missing the best in the Spring River? A person should love her so happy?
If so, I would not mind the pent-up emotion; my feelings will no longer suffering...... |
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