lost in a fog in his unforeseen .

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ha ha ... ...
But, before long, I lost , lost in a fog in his unforeseen .
I want, in the end is what?
the past always have a voice in the heart cry :
But now ,tods, Oh ,beats by dre, this ideal has been away, and I do not know what is the ideal time to start down , I only know that the goal did not go to work , not to mention work vigorously ... ...
sometimes feel tired , but actually really busy , busy to did not know what they are doing . Because of what are uninterested ... ...
really funny , is not it?
do not know they are fighting for something , do not know why the mind always feel something is missing do not know why always have the feeling can not tell the temper ... ...
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the past, has a sweet collection of the mind , a strong ,tods shoes, people relaxed and happy. Yes, that is the ideal taste. I have direction , I have docked the harbor ... ...
environmental change , love change . The ideal of childhood gradually lose color in mind . Thought , a little love down will not change the state of mind. However, I was wrong , outright wrong, wrong ... so funny ... haha ​​... ...
has been a very confused , really confused ... ...
Is , which is less desirable results?
I really do not know ... ... ... ...
reach into the river ,tods men, the open hand,beats by dre, with the entire river ; but the clenched hands , not even a tiny water droplets are not caught ... ...
I want,dre beats, in the end is what?
has been a very confused , really confused ... ...
always felt in the back , living longer and the back .
Taiwan Liu, Taiwan, Liu Zhang , Yiyi this in the past has ?
the world really very realistic , before inadvertently, it can be noted that what he wants . Now so hard to find, hard to catch even a little heart to the depths of the sound ... ...

无形的枷锁；伤了谁

猪、记得，一定要幸福。。。。

想过老了之后回望过去的你侬我脓吗？


We were driving along the road from Treguier to Kervanda. We passed at a smart trot between the hedges topping an earth wall on each side of the road; then at the foot of the steep ascent before Ploumar the horse dropped into a walk, and the driver jumped down heavily from the box. He flicked his whip and climbed the incline, stepping clumsily uphill by the side of the carriage, one hand on the footboard, his eyes on the ground. After a while he lifted his head, pointed up the road with the end of the whip, and said--
"The idiot!"
The sun was shining violently upon the undulating surface of the land. The rises were topped by clumps of meagre trees, with their branches showing high on the sky as if they had been perched upon stilts. The small fields, cut up by hedges and stone walls that zig-zagged over the slopes, lay in rectangular patches of vivid greens and yellows, resembling the unskilful daubs of a naive picture. And the landscape was divided in two by the white streak of a road stretching in long loops far away, like a river of dust crawling out of the hills on its way to the sea.
"Here he is," said the driver, again.
In the long grass bordering the road a face glided past the carriage at the level of the wheels as we drove slowly by. The imbecile face was red, and the bullet head with close-cropped hair seemed to lie alone, its chin in the dust. The body was lost in the bushes growing thick along the bottom of the deep ditch.