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2012-05-23 14:56:02

 If the dream life, NieHai love. A margin of words how much snow write on the feeling be thick, how much love hate separation world.
Fate, the flickering, maybe just a unintentionally return to mou, maybe just a look in the eyes of them, perhaps is a heart and the heart of impact, maybe just a fleeting yuhua deep pain. The world of mortals changes in temperature, time flies, some small margin, and fuzzy, the desalination, no shadow. Some reason, is meant to be, no matter how long time in the past, in the heart still take root. Originated fate poverty, discussion margin interest, that every meeting, who know each other, is a beautiful sky, leaving many desolate and memory. When a margin vanish, new fate would come again, who know what time is the true which time is false. YanYu the world of mortals, life is degrees, earthly sigh, in really, who's who of the traveler, who is the ShangCheng who and who is who the person!
The deer. It down to the ground of is all the memory of my broken.
Fold a one thousand paper cranes, along with the fate of bells light barbs, and read your heart empty, jingle again and again, is the most beautiful margin for ever. Meet too the United States, how can leave without tears. Dust son, eight years ago, you JueChenErQu, a turned and distance, give me a lot of hurt dream. How many days the unexamined, how much a midnight sleepless, how many read, how many memories and stay with me an autumn and an autumn loneliness, through an autumn and an autumn forever. Once the lingering, once was in love, once the oath, turned into vapour. Love, so can not stand test, I don't know that after this day, you will laugh, not me. Company, will you be sleepless. Hate you silent leave, hate you hate you hate you. Read after you leave, and no one like me that hurt you. Really want to leave, also want to keep good still haven't fully recovered body ah, but you, just left in a hurry.
Accident comes from bad luck, an unexpected accident, you at the emergency room is in critical condition. Two vehicles fleeing, in order to make you fully fit, I spend all his savings, also ready to accept god any cruel sentence. Say not to let your parents bear attack, but that your parents appeared, let me have not auspicious feeling, after a few days, you really and your parents go away quietly. At that moment, a land of sunshine, writing is full of sorrow. I liked the person eventually became a watchman between the dust strangers, my in the mind only a read think, if the next generation we meet again, I shall not separate from you a second, lest I close the eyes, you as a phantom disappeared upstairs.
To a person every minute, forget to use life, dust son, those who have your time, those sweet memory, the total in a moment of the not emerge. Why do you want to choose not to Sue and don't, and to choose to ruthless treason! Is it to be afraid I pay you pay the medical treatment cost? You clear eyes, but the person's face, kind smile, let I how also can't believe, you will in order to hundreds of thousands of money, betrays a true love your heart. I will take care of you not enough good? Dust son, your pain, in my heart, you see me the smiling face of the sun, can not see me love your tears. QiZhi finally, your cruel, but my heart heavy slams broken.
Cause, for you to stay, fate poverty, death for your heart.
You give me a ShangCheng, I pay you life trap. Dust son, for you a blessing the tears of the leaders. YanYu the world of mortals go through.
Originated fate poverty between the dust, dirt son, you like a meteor, disappear in my world, without a word-without any link. You look like, in the time of the loss by a wind, and fall. Waiting for eight years, for you, the youth has gone, I couldn't find you, the heart has been infatuated with in landscape in without you. He saw the cherry blossom, petals gently faded and fallen, QingYang were floating clouds, across our familiar city, drunk in your eyes in dye, we once was in love, happiness, has turned into a YanYu fight.
Time like sand, slowly fan cover's memory, lost in the flashy and noise edge, a miss total in casual, slipped into deep inside, repeatedly to think of. Hazy scenery decorated with my eyes blurred eyes, leisurely clouds, recounting once sweet romance, some soft past events, tears very end. Dust son, whatever you near or there, no matter whether you leave helpless, I still deeply looking forward to, to meet next life.
How many a long night, nestled in the window you quietly, without a month, is cool, many times all want to decided to give up you, ending the harrowing rim. Maybe can't get back to the past, you may never have, only wish there's a place to you, great care of yourself. The night sky suddenly a meteor across, is blindingly beautiful, but the instant disappeared. If you the meteors disappeared, but the shadows deep in my heart, in fine threads continuously took him out of the bottom of my heart to pain.
YanYu in the world of mortals, such as time, you who have been to my world, give my heart empty add the most beautiful scenery, can't not to miss you, that little care, the total in a quietly dizzy catch that one wipe a romantic tender feelings, in the back of cruising under the moonlight. The heart of the sun under a bleak often secretly rain. I want to know whether you well, want to let the wind to tell you, I miss you so much. The wind and kissed the light fade petals, beautiful youth with multicolored roll into a beautiful QiSeGuang. Your face, such as wind across, across my heart, leaving light injuries. Originated fate poverty, the heart still gently say to you: dust son, no matter where you are, the heart forever in my heart, this present life you are still I want etc.
Thoughts of you, have already made a colorful wings, I read your heart with the star fly: there you find, find you there!
Wish to morning, afraid we wake up, time circulation, read you still. The smoke like a dream time, laughed, tears, looking at the night sky, light sigh, stunned, silent. Eyes are the colour of be alone, dust son, tonight I and think you, embrace the dream only the luxury of romantic, takes the income with soft, emotion poured out drunk, fight for the heart.
I waiting in the world of love, in love my side, and why I was lonely, lonely heart stray alone. For you, and I love the star of the heart window closed the eight years. You in and not in, whether it is not my this life the person, I still silly, etc. Finally I wait to that moment, that my soul and dream is the form, that I look forward to eight years no light up to avatar, in my heart suddenly cold night on the light. My heart suddenly if in the sea sail a boat and saw the lights up lighthouse. I haven't open dialog box, you sent the information, no head on the light. Read your information, tears wet the whole night. Tears receive, read your text of every heart thorn:
"Sunshine, this is I buried in the heart of the eight years of words, I leave, and not because don't love, but the deep love, can only leave. Because my mother in the doctor there already set a terrible news, and my body is disabled, don't likely to return to the same, I don't want to slow you down, just want to a person quiet leave, no touch with you, have you medical treatment cost, is the hope you I see small, very easy. Now I forget I living well, you pay for the cost of my, I have scored you bank's account, don't ask me where I, don't see me, I will in the distance wishes to you forever in my memory. I will cry, will in the memory will cherish the love smile, the legend of."
Read the news of you quietly and listen to your heart thin enlightenment. The heart of sense of loss, sense of pain. Clearly the thoughts, fade in the gentleness of the little, my heart knead broken. Dust son, hello silly, love can't be like you so great, you also can't my love so small, because love can change any thing, no matter what you become, what you will be is my this present life love the most.
Tonight, the sky is still, the stars still, cut a piece of the sky that sad, in quiet time. Cold the wind, and I ask myself, originated fate poverty, for love drunk, the world of mortals past, conjugal love a few heavy, and who is my this present life such people?
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