Cat gift

 Light the night to kill
supernatant Hong - -
son's birthday gift to the night.
2003-01-28 12:41
Homer sword, as I do for.
night son no horses around, sword in hand. but he is still its own way, do what you want to be doing, to themselves, not require other modification, heart and wish to, is enough already.
twenty-six the twelfth lunar month.
before the arrival of spring. winter remain. day of first micro-clear, snow Baimei Hong matched.
day today night son will come back here and see here a year later, what is different to last year. Human nature is always greater than the change to change,UGG boots cheap, though, sometimes not significantly change between the two.
trees higher some spend more than last year opened a sixteen this year, although exceptions cruel winter, but still leaned stubborn little green. night son laughed. happy to have as a child, this grass, when it should be so headstrong it? ignore seasonal regularity, refused to dry and old, with Xuemei under static wind.
him? he is not also a disobedient child, with his warm heart, heaven and earth to warm that cold ?
not only is not it, he is the son of the night. Italian mad lazy sparse, dark night alone incense.
Oh. He always has a mouth leak smile and warm touch of irony frivolous. is hot cold Bing Yang, or the cold flame?
him but his own, as fiercely in love with the world, so cold love of the Red Dust.
totally natural, black, free of dust of white. he liked color, as his people, pure and absolute.
micro sunny days. azure.
Shengelanyao, gently breathing the fresh air, Rufu coolness so rewarding, as the clear wine drunk .
wine, bamboo tube full of wine. this kind of weather, so the scenery, naturally accompanied by wine that he argued.
walking son went out the night. hometown, such as the old. the old, or a sentimental , or be enlightened, or have years of dream pronto. any change is inevitable, right? as Huakaihuaxie, Rong grass was dead grass, spring to autumn, the sun and the moon cross-shift. have changed only have a future, the future is fortunate or unfortunate, is sad or happy, is the gain or lose, will once again turned into the past, to be remembered or forgotten. does not matter. He was a gentle little drink wine, Mei Wei a to choose, they all come to this, the walk, also had to wave goodbye, frankly that is, he never thought he was negative, he just knew all the time, there are things to be done, time is not stop the passing hair fingertips, silently.
so he was very leisurely calm.
piano is still there. ink weight.
couple of random string fiddle, knowing about heaven and earth, pleasant sound of the stream a few spin. Though quiet, but even more fun. heart is full, just fine.
snow warming water, open dip pen ink. rice paper, out of a shallow solar corona. He is still laughing , is a mere child, the older children. long hair random behind the forehead. upward, wine cooler, elegant. dull flavored.
was well.
he's humming a ditty with great interest.
paper has yellowed.
paper, is the moon. night under the moon. In fact, the moon Ye Hao, Sun Ye Hao, the sky or blue or ink, there was a Seiki. illuminate the heart of Gallery .
day and night, are his favorite.
He smiled, a gentle smile, gentle eyes, with unspeakable grief, remembrance and fondness. is thick.
he remembered This is when the painting. He could not help recalling those days. the pride of living in the memory of the children, innocent children have been extremely arrogant. Years Dragon all. all just yesterday.
cold day. but not good autumn season, the winter is strong.
he stroked the paper. texture remains. still the. just texture. Today's hand, not last year, not two years ago, not many years ago that hand. palm lines faintly changed. But traces have bias.
he sat down. Pretrial snow began whirling. Mei is still silent. he recalls this year, the places themselves, who have seen and done things. He smiled and shallow. quietly.
wine not strong. taste chilly. soaked heart.
a kung each heart, every heart a dream. planted the seeds, similar to pouring the streamer. the life of the tree in the passage of time in what will bear fruit?
Well, I am looking forward to.
sword alone was mad Seventy-nine people took turns on the hard-fought, had isolated the line north and south deduction string, had to stand up to argue Earned angry frown, he sadly strike pen lonely self-deprecating, he moved to speak out without fear of the liver and gallbladder, a friend of intimate, with beauty warm heart.
him to drink a wine.
hand, very hot.
heart, a fire of its might , that he felt the meaning of life.
Ha ha. He laughed the way has been a good read. Laughter is always the best looking, better than crying, better than the calm. So he laughed. He laughed, but not Because laughing is better. but because he wanted to laugh. because he is the son of the night,UGG boots, heart and wish for that when the.
growing down. quiet month rise.
layers Fading weather was wet night .
son calm night watching the sky, looked at the courtyard. light red. Choi Heung bursts, the original is not just him? Oh, of course, not his alone. home has never been a person. Perhaps the world for the home, and, the source of life, home, will not be a man.
heart, who so quiet the body.
the twelfth lunar month XVI How quiet? sound of bamboo whip,UGG boots clearance, laughing Pragmatics. Lunar Year approaching, a festive world.
Well, well. He mischievous smile, as if anything interesting found in the same.
the coming year, what will? the coming year, there are new memories waiting to happen, to close save it.
Well, well. he poured the wine, snow, flamboyant and elegant words. the jug on the side,UGG shoes, he down-hearted piece of integration into the busy world. very warm, is full. from the heart of happiness.
the ground, two words. the clear wine.
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