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67661 2008 年 07 月 19 日 01:15 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (0) Category: Personal Diary
is long time to write something out.
busy lately, busy busy with no time to think about what in the end.
sunset a few days ago asking me why I did not write anything, may have been too busy do not know what the bar.
weeks 1 returned home to find Ting. I was actually warm. But there is no interest in saying a word. With no appetite to do good things, like Juela. The reason may be the victims of Nanchong What a day.

way today in the car when I heard a song, which has a word to sing
fact, I was a very homeopathic person. May be small like the Taoist's sake. But now I have to start doing and the Is it contradictory? In fact, I kept asking myself, and I like the argument is not a person, but to casual. But I do it and I think the contrary, I have no intention off the dust, but since the dust floating times daily.
I'm going to do business, to complete my dream.
Remember
moments of baby's breath air
that
Fanghua
noise outside the window
Remember that a quiet mind the pouring rain

Remember that
dancing with the tears of the sun god
Remember

the gift of time that a flash bursts of cold


sweet things that a pure heart for a dream, burning out secular flame. Burning eyes, the only careerists have a blood-red, beating heart, ah, no longer feel the warmth, only one ice blue. I see my future, his hands are filled with blood-red, leaving only the eyes are also bursts of enthusiasm. But I still have to do it, because this is my dream.
ever watch, ###### has been imprinted in my heart lay, Georgia has become a defender guarding the depths of the soul. Even then how to fix, even then how trampled upon. In the depths of the soul, still your tears.
have opened the door to heaven, as long as the handheld password can enter.
I'll take my own password,gucci sunglasses, I want to leave the world, traces of my existence.
even if I get hurt, the pain I have marching forward, even though I will leave the hand full of blood, I have stepped on the bodies of obstacles ahead.
dream, maybe you will not succeed. But the dream, you will complete in this world that belongs to your mark, and you will find the heart of the home.
last sent Hope that we can realize their own truth, to find their own paradise password.
Heaven:
hold the surplus of, as it has; hides and sharp it, not long protection. Feast, Mo can observe; wealth and arrogance, they abandon ourselves. Body work back then, way of heaven also.
of charity:
of charity. Water, which benefits all things without struggle, at all of the evil, and so few on the Road: home, good land; heart, good deep; and, good kernel; words, good faith; governance, good governance; things, be able; move, good time; husband does not contend, so that none in particular.
Amen!