Half-squeezed fat buckle

When I left, it was just a half-sip of strong tea, and suddenly there was nothing, and it seemed that everything was the same as at the beginning, and it became perhaps only the aftertaste of half-sipped strong tea. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info winds around, circles around a finger, the same as at the beginning, so thick, so deep, so deep that it can't be cleared, and when it leaves, it's so fast, so fast and so turbid, everyone seems to understand it or not, just like that, it goes around the circle and disappears, until it gets old, still with gray hair, and squinting vaguely into the distance, what is that? Something incomprehensible, a wall—no—no, maybe, maybe just a wall, at that time, what had passed, swept like a phantom. Today's shell change, it seems, is not waiting for this, like that, yes, she is powerless, but still looking forward to it. The sugar paste sent by the child turned back to the era of nursery rhymes, when the mother coaxed and screamed with the sugar paste. It was the memory of an era, the passionate pursuit of youth, the most perfect love of the ignorant era, have you ever had it? Do you remember that time, it was you, the indistinct anointing candy, like, if, if, what kind of flower was it? Then the answer is the same, 'rose', what is the color, then you need to ask the color is the same 'red', then of course they all look, maybe at the beginning, first yellow and then pink, finally red, and then, black. At any time, she will smile so sweetly, perhaps, you have long forgotten that your mother once smiled, no one recalled, that original intention, because, then, father, will train her to become, a good mother, a woman's life is destined from now on, carved a virtuous lady of Joan of Arc in the depths of her memory has long forgotten, the memory from pink to red, in some, or remember not even a pink, yellow, and the beginning, just like the beginning, just like that, the water color that shuttled through a lifetime, injected a little torrent from the past, Those things in life that have long been non-existent, leaving only the fingers of a generation, and the beginning, the love between the girl and the guy, still extended, it seems that this primitive thing, has contributed to a higher and more beautiful emotional journey, such a beginning, the end, there is a round, note, this, that, seem to understand the years, is wine and cocktails at the same time, thinking about the flavor of the upper class, can't help but ' Sweet', in a bitter Fanghua without memories, it seems that it has long lost its former brilliance, mother, just like that, the years of Fang Ling, with the same original intention, the invisible people have gone, leaving behind this memory of the unclear past, why? In the end, it was her father's domineering or her mother's empathy that left a weak life, and what continued was that she would have a lonely journey in the years of the world, and her premature maturity injected her with a lot of years of growing up more than others, a kind of sad and indignant and powerless young heart sucked the maternal love that belonged to her in her grandmother's arms, and when it was known, her wide pupils began to look, which gave everyone a place of happiness and happiness, a primitive instinct, the instinct of survival, Tell her to be kind to herself and hide her forever, but why, she is always deceived and sheds tears, isn't that worth it? And the beginning is the same, everyone cherishes it. What does the words "father" and "mother" mean? A powerful hope for God's forgiveness, to grant her a majestic shore and a warm boat.

When you leave home, it's the same from the beginning, how about it.

In the division and combination, the loneliness of the shuttle Yu Zhou, the five colors have appeared at some point, and the color of the sky seems to be blocked by something, and the bird's singing does not know what kind of vibration pain it has gone through, so it began to sing, and the singing was not good but it had begun to sing, and the white clouds at this time. Perhaps, also drifting, waiting, this day and earth come, see the sunset red, this is the first sun, in such a beautiful meadow I don't know what kind of feelings are always happy, happy to get carried away, do not look when, this is me, all the animals in the world seem to be singing. Don't see anything? How could she change her expression, how long would it take? At the beginning, I didn't find that the changes in a family made the misery of the second half of her life inevitable, and those lovely little eyes, on the contrary, turned into a pair of poor deer like this, and began the beginning of her life. We can't give anything, but, we can only give blessings, that's all, that's all. For a few years after that, what no one understood, I don't know what kind of story it turned into him.

At this time, the unclear facts, the unclear feeling is not like this, the result of a family's final reunion is the end of another life, and the beginning is different from the beginning, because it just changed its appearance, the strength of the leaps and bounds, the Yingzi under the sky, the aura became the original feelings, but what she will tell herself is that it is no longer me, no, it is still me, a perfect, And incomplete me, in the deep wall of the inner courtyard, can't stop the turbulence, can't tell who is familiar with the place, vaguely can only hear a voice, sometimes singing, sometimes sheng before, isn't she light and sweet? A place for a long time but the voice is dumb, hissing in the air broken, this is all in the past, her history, the history of the deep wall of the interior, from now to the past almost non-existent, only this moment of the woman's voice, she is gone, the air is still the same, is black or white, bright, dark do not know, it is indeed the same, the same family, still unclear, it seems, in history, only know one point, fall down and stand up and sit on the ground, lie down, no one cares about the pain! You can't perceive the pain for a long time, but now no one can tell, so, altogether, how long it will take, just like this, no one knows, but, bearing, indeed, accepted, but, but still not able to thank, two lines of tears, clear pain, but still have to smile, the situation is like this, that expression, not in mid-air, frozen, but in the air smiling, laughing, laughing, until, tears overflow from the corners of her eyes, at this time, at this time, she is jumping, who can not say, she is a child, she left the child's side, everything left behind, What should I do, different places, according to the mood, but the flowers are not pink, but white, maybe even white is gone, because it has fallen color, from purple to withered old tunes, since then the format is different, the sound has also changed, there are really many people here, you may not be able to count, probably to the point that you want to count too much, from the quiet in the valley of the waves people with the same strange eyes with the folded line, according to the colorful color, but you are still sitting innocently, Waiting, how is she still sitting there at this time, a hundred years, two hundred years, tasting the tea in her hand, looking back at the scene by the Fengshui Bridge.

Suddenly, I blurred my vision, it wasn't tears, I heard my mother say that it was a cataract, but, grandma said, it was tears that dried up, blind, when did you read the poverty of a person's inner world? Do you have to get a certain amount of time in your life to dry up your tears? That's all, does the love of a person who does not come from the mother mean that that undying love will continue to something far and far. The world of two people is hidden in something that no one knows, and since then, the more brave and indescribable world has created another perfect life, what are you still talking about? The pupils of the young son suddenly dilated and resisted, and the voice of a century was loud and weak, but, to be honest, she had a life on the ground.

Fluttering, beating, whirling and dancing life, as at the beginning, leaving a small tail at the end, tying a bow and dancing youth, so that one day, she wants to believe that she will have those things that belong to her, such as the thing called happiness.

Yes, so when you open your eyes to see the world, it seems to be predestined, and all the endings plus the opening words.

That part, the youthful land floated after all, and she sat here, gazing for a long time, and the distant place the wall was transparent, and the ground was open.

Still, still, mood, a little bit, there are no regrets when I come, and I am in a hurry when I go, but the phenomenon of thundering and vibration and the aftermath of the far and dangerous places is indescribable, it is so.

The young son stared at the door of the ground in the same way, and until now there was still no movement in the peaceful home that belonged to her, and it seemed that only the old man and the person she loved the most were left, and there was no voice that could make her not move, but, that is, it was all in the legend.

The legend has been a long time ago, and she can't see it clearly, and she stopped in the corner of the wall, and before she said that she would say goodbye, her whole person was gone, leaving a faint swallow smell, do you smell the smell?

Yes, she was chirping, she was screaming, but she couldn't tell the difference, she flew from that dynasty, and as for this and that story...... Still......