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| ARTICLE du 30/12/2008 11:07:12 foundation |
| Northern winter, monotonous and boring, most of the sky is gray chaos, the earth into a deep sleep early, leaving only some dried flowers and tree Sese shivering in the wind.
I will just have to package their own two eyes, along the old road machinery before. This road all too familiar, too, near the response that you have not yet come, have unwittingly outside agencies.
Almost at the end of the corridor a few people not to like the Duo Duojiao cough or twice to show his presence. There are from time to time, the chirp noise and laughter from a door-out, and that most of my female colleagues, some of the chat around the Electric Heater. Body is like this, hear the rumbling sound of the machine, can not see the incident on behalf of the production items. Most of its achievements in leading the rhetoric of his speech, in that pile pile of ink-stained Material Village, hanging on the wall plaque on the threshold of the banner.
I wrapped in cotton-padded clothes, and stubbornly waited at the front of the computer, handed out a stiff but not a word. Just a moment ago, leading a task assigned to me: New Year's Day activities of the organization.
I am at a loss to his head, but a heart Font: How is no passion? This ghost of the weather, how will the hearts of colleagues thermal cover, so that they become boiling?
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Ten years ago, that reminds me of spring, the beginning of the Chujiao Men Xilihutu I was elected to the private industry knowledge show host. The night before the race, I Xi Wanzao after riding a bicycle driven by on-line volleyball, the bridge was a large piece of meat scraped, swollen scary. I have colleagues Nieyibahan, I Erhuamoshui, erase traces of blood, the foundation will be a major contributing factor to the thick cream on the nose, stood calmly playing field. |
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| ARTICLE du 27/12/2008 05:45:00 balconies |
| Terms by that frost has in the past few days, and my home - the beautiful plains Yudong, "Lengmianshashou" but if the Department of the late son as shy.
Early morning walk, with a total of unconsciously inserted his hand to his pocket, the exhaled breath in this fine and cold in the morning into an instant smoke over her face when some warmth, the warmth of this very sensitive only to feel his face .
Small river, I personally have grown tall and strong poplar along the river banks of a small array of characters, in the face of the wind alone since the invasion proudly stand with both Gufangzishang character, and there is no lack of a better team spirit, the tree Shaotou Ah between the branches of a tree is also dotted with some dry leaves, the wind had stripped them of the bustling coat, and they still leisurely Mianbugaise. I have a burning cigarette, standing under a tree in a long time, looking at these poplar, as I Yukan Yu issued.
On the river bank shook Sese subtilis, Dunsheng the hearts of compassion, not comfort to stop: in the past will eventually cold, spring will come back next year, I will enjoy the warm wind in your Congcongcucu the lush. Let me eyes of the medlar is a string of bright red berries, leaves and trees under the cover of Jiaoyanyudi, very thrilled. I could not resist a gathering on the mouth slowly taste: a little sweet, a little bitter, Chinese medicine, there are snack to stave off hunger.
It was so thin along the shore of the river path forward, that is before us are familiar with the river connected with the pond, the pond's water and thin ice floating on the surface of the dark-green algae miscellaneous knot together, it is Qing Ling. Suddenly, in the pond while piling up the corn stalk, two pheasant screaming Fei Qi, despite the unexpected fleeting, I see only a rooster feathers in the new-born sun colorful very bright. They fly about 50 meters away looks like it's falling, looking back at me, they panic Lueqi wings to fly that some of the pine and cypress trees and grassland have the graves. These little people who, with the total on the innate human fear in their eyes, the so-called human beings, just like a scourge that is slowly devouring their living space; so-called civilization, is how to put them out Eviscerate hair, cooking into a delicacy.
Return of the walk, the sun has risen Lao Gao, Maimiao frosting on the already melted, in the warmth of the sun steaming smoke, the sun despite looking Wei Xia's steam cloud beauty in front of us to do, ended smoke hung over the village and Yinyun , Trees, balconies, the looming Watt homes, I can not help but think of last year at this time of the poem:
Night long day short day of October,
Convergence and hiding one's capacity yuan fine.
Hi look at Chaoyang morning warm cream,
When exposed to smoke at China.
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| ARTICLE du 27/12/2008 05:41:37 beautiful |
| The reason has not tired of the networks in the world. This is not the deep bottom of the world, it seems to become turbid. All of a sudden found ourselves in this world obsessed with the long period of time. Mermaid and then the United States, it is not ah.
Or it landed, the sun drying my physical and mental, really enjoyable.
Qq from all the groups, to open the computer, before all of a sudden a lot of clean, good friend had disappeared. Adhere to their own hearts to see like to see the text, a light seemed to be a long, slashing at the heart of a dud.
All of a sudden there came into an uninvited guest, witty humor, said: "You know farming husband and the relationship between the New Year it? Ha, ha, ha, Cattle farming is why it is the shepherd boy - in the upcoming Year of the Ox, farming husband you wish you a Happy New Year! Everything Ruyi! Horse! "
Then the quiet is good for a long time. Heart can not taste it, but I have always respected teacher plus pen pal ah!
I laughed, I have had with a beautiful, I just do not stop the point of view, it has not seen the best side.
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| ARTICLE du 03/12/2008 08:44:36 brilliant lights |
Too much time to forget the sad, I can not forget that from a long, I had tired of the life to come out of this season's really warm and sunny, I am also really afraid of these more and more of the sun . Walk in the sun, I really do not feel warm and my body is very cold, cold Dachan I am a bit, but walking in the dark side of the road, but the physical constraints of their intention not to call me the face of the sun , One meter broken sunshine, fall on the corner, I treasure it and then it is most difficult to touch other people, Tianchangrijiu it again in my palm slowly faded mottled, I am afraid I can not really Yimiyangguang Treasures of the long, long time in this life, deprived of our shared each other's freedom, I tied it in my hands, my heart is tied up in the dark.
If the six-day, is a day for six years, so I do not want to live in another, the life for too long, I do not even have a rusty. The jerky as if on fell from the body rust, green rust, that person is a miracle, saying that too much of, there will be no time to rest, too much written there will be no time to think, I need to, No. thinking, think about it, so alive, what can I do?
The brilliant lights of the city, a person's loneliness and solitude, this kind of used to walking, is no longer any need to let themselves from the insistence of the reasons for such a person just want to make a quiet walk, went dark, and then through Dawn had breathing that I do not have many more years to catch up with morning sun and fresh air, I no longer lung and stomach pain, no longer stop at the end of that year, a drizzle of sad.
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| ARTICLE du 03/12/2008 08:44:04 stray |
I began to put me in the heart of the anger of so many overwhelming, pent-up air, so I really about to suffocate, the soaring tooth and nail, the same as the growth of weeds, that tears at the end of the story is really Not the end, it was the perfect ending southern gentle soul in the birth of the legend, Zhu Lei thousands of firms, whose gaunt who represents the downtown, I am standing on the ruins of so many stubborn, when everything is the same as if unfulfilled, fog Look at where to spend only a dim hope and hypocrisy, then God's hands every parting of the most beautiful, but when all the people who have to find to find its way back, and my poems and stories in the end, Who to drop.
Spring is the season of life, but I really hate this kind of sunlight, the Bianti pain, reminds me a lot of long-forgotten memories, I deliberately devout prayer with turtle and the fate of the calculation is that everyone can understand I have always believed that "my life is not for me to-day", that is unrealistic, doomed to lose is never a lack of Zhaobu Hui.
Take a look at it! This piece of barren land, blood and tears of youth in the howling of the unwilling, we gave up too many things at midnight in the deserted streets, accompanied by last year that a forgotten breeze did not stray from the path , In the city in the most remote corners of the clamor of those evil and madness, time and good people to swallow, I do not know what can be done? Or save it! Unfortunately, I can not save the Who's, but others need to come to their rescue.
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