| rwloxbate | Date: Friday, 2015-01-16, 5:26 AM | Message # 1 |
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| Adjourned that I, I am the roots , you as the generals, but the King before this life drunk , run lights off between hope Jun return. Hidden in the past years, the soul still survive in silence indicates to us the way forward. Like the wind on a warm, supine on the cold floor, looking at the stars, and that always makes me heart palpitations. Starry sky, as if the eyes of past heroes, approaching me over, drill through my soul. Perhaps, they never leave, this magnificent mountains and rivers have carved their names, ah, how can we let go?
In fact, I 've been nuts to outline the basic text with a joy of life to get dirge , how can we use trounced portray real life poignant , how to use the law to blossom paintings depicting life, how can flowing with their inner feelings to polish those dry text , but now I know the most beautiful language is carefully carving to exchange emotions and vivid.
yql2014
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