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 Posted: Thu 16:40, 21 Apr 2011 Post subject: Tenderness of the moment |
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spring bejeweled, rippling the leaves, scratched I stopped on the scene. I give up to slightly closed his eyes, so beautiful in that hidden in the eyes in the cluster. I never noticed it was pink, a cluster of cement roadside flowers. I can not remember it a few times and it is my first pass, the memory does not have to leave it yesterday's appearance. Perhaps it's the footsteps of the United States can not stop passers-by, it just can not stop their busy pedestrians. It just started his own face, did not expect the attention of others. I decided to open my eyes, to meet the wonderful scene. I was surprised eye has told me that it can be so beautiful ... ... mixed with the sound of rustling leaves, friction, chaos raging spring spring up near the grass ... ... is also able to weather the wind could not arbitrary, messy to swing. It has long been the wind danced the dance choreography, light and agile, not the least bit of an uproar and seem a group of feather butterflies dance. The wind in the feminine, the moment, into the gentle rural, attractive in-depth, could not bear to extricate themselves. Now, I do not mind Kuiyi brought back.
early break wind, yellow leaves rustled in behind. I looked at the ground yellow, not like the golden autumn, more than a breath of life, less sad to leave. Is this not a place of tenderness? They have long enjoyed the gift of spring. Not know how to cherish, is to give younger players a little more spring to stay even if they are left with a decidedly happy. At the moment [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I felt the respect.
may be rolled up the dust the wind is still sentimentally attached to freedom, not completely down. I looked at not far away came a faint girls dressed in white. A flowing black hair that slightly spread out, cover the micro-open the collar, pretty figure to step in such a light came. In my eyes in deep, not that Fanghua images of the beauty that has long been peerless in the history of the long submerged in the stream, and perhaps only in the dreams of those who weave the story. Why should I expect it? In this earth, there are several refined person, does not become a star dust in the ancient meaning of Innocent. I saw just a touch of beauty, a quiet walk, she has her little scholarly atmosphere. I do not know how long I avoided intravenous startled eyes running over her eyes, leaving a momentary sorry. Smart from her eye [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I know there is not a mocking eye, nor is it light debris, but that the light response, response I appreciate the attention. I feel very ashamed of Italy, to avoid the shame of my eyes. Beautiful flowers in that bundle, I have not retreat. Which leaves to yellow, I have not put down. I am ashamed to appreciate why the soul of that beautiful? I re-raised his Ningzhu eyes, even if only to see it's pretty lopsided shadow. At the moment, I am not disappointed [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], nor ever thought to catch up with her back. We all know that it was only by chance encounter, a beautiful encounter. A touch of beauty, tenderness the moment, only to be hidden in the abyss of memory. Only occasionally remember, do not talk. Perhaps we can re-encounter.
ray afterglow of the final edge of the sky can not help the erosion of the night, and slowly dissipated. Cong again, which I have already watched the rest on the night of the soft pink village, there is good news in that way leaves. Without leaving a trace of attachment, raised his head, facing the back of the disappearance of direction, I quietly leave.
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