Years old, the Red worse, want to show in infinitely good eye. Time lost, the dream difficult, Whispering into dust Know?One thousand who do, recalling a few North Korea, looking back is resentment of. Fleeting wrong, the wind laugh, Cheng pulls back a few people scrambling.In the past, this is a disturbing topic, it is a tangible gesture heavy memories of our minds now, like transparent general stationed in the relentless wind fleeting, quietly turned to us today, yesterday, and will now stay turned it into a yellowed shimm...
[One]Is already midnight, but for a considerable part of the people living in the River City, at the moment it is just a beginning of their nightlife, then there will be the climax, there will be reluctant cleared in the end.They used to go to night games, such as bars seemingly glamorous place, the deeper the night, the more they seem Hearty, the more indulgent, more madness.Is to find stimulating? Is to find one-night stand? Want to vent their own? Or just because they are too empty lonely? Music was deafening, even the ot...
On the journey of life, there are many views. Every post, every journey, all have their own flavor. Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy taste we have eleven. Life, I can not give you a hassle-free nor I will give you bitter. We are tired too, the pain had hurt before, but those are the flavor of life, belongs to you, belongs to me, belongs to our most authentic flavor.- Inscription(A)Nine ago, I did not have much on his father’s memory. At that time my father left home vaguely remember the first day told me: "good thing at home...
Overheard saying, "We can not go back to those years," it is like a hammer in a heart beat, a deep shock quickly run through all the blood, it is just like a cold shiver every inch of skin pores, revealing the chill in with confusion, lonely, helpless. Yes ah, those years, we never go back, really go back!------ Inscription[Wrote those years of small children who partner]Maybe he is a very nostalgic person, when I see kids playing, it will stop and watch for a while, watching them play very happy, also with their s...
If you can, we all lost life now, back to that remote village to re-live it again.You had finished your childhood in your village, I was in my village had finished my childhood.You can not read a book, you can not learn on. By that age, matchmakers will introduce us. We do not fall in love, to the time I drove a donkey to carry you over, laden with your love, laden with your youth, laden with your life ......Kerosene lamps lit, you Na Xiedi, I buckle corn kernels, while the village to talk about things, crops thing. Blow out...
I have always been afraid of dogs, for fear of boring, even hated, wanted to talk about the journey of my life, but three times with dogs destined!The first edge from his wife. His wife is a dog, dog’s loyalty and diligence, normally not unassuming, on playing cards, Internet, shopping and more are not interested, but then the wife, mother and cooking, laundry, wiping tables, mopping the floor and a series of chores children soft spot, and bored. Sometimes I also want to do something to help, but she too slow to do my chore...
Childhood, every morning and evening is adult cattle must explain my thing. In that year, adults to earn work points a year on his head, not overspending headed in the New Year midnight to go a little food.Early in the morning or evening, from adults who took cattle rope, pulling away for "tap tap" Chen Sheng sound of the cow, the smell of its body exudes those cloth flies mosquito bites have cattle Grievance see it bite to eat with his tongue like greed, fear that the pair bighorn and like to fight mosquitoes swin...
Night, brought her mother suddenly received a phone call that she forgot to bring him the money, should I go to the supermarket near the entrance to a beggar two dollars.Mother away from our home has several stops, often do delicious gets here, are walking back and forth every time. Tonight, her mother brought new cotton slippers to do, just did not expect to go back soon, give me this strange phone call.Put aside the microphone, my heart good while confused: Is this the beggar is her mother know people? To know that her mot...