love so short

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one who no longer want , anything can be put down .

whose loneliness, cover my Chinese clothes. Who Sang Hua ,tods, covered my shoulder .

pray heaven and earth pass up a pair of lovers ,beats by dre, fear not happen ever happened .

highest state of love is fleeting stand the plain .

you turn around ,tods men, I go downstairs .

I just want to ask you, if I look back , you are still alive ?

When you do the time ,dre beats, no one will remember ; when you are wrong , even the breathing is wrong.

love so short,beats by dr dre, forgetting is so long ... ...

wait,tods shoes, is the first of the old life .

that are very, very good , but I chose not to like.

( Editor : sammy)


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假如放假三天我会告诫本人不能玩了要学习

生活因青春而精彩


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.