2010年12月6日星期一

Memory of a person

A mild old man, in his hard-won peace of mind to enjoy the quiet and peaceful old age, when the ring was exceptionally bright and flashing in his head, his equanimity, laughing. Accustomed to decades of humble life, he had not suited to flowers and applause. He pushed too much honor, all praise and glory of all worldly possessions, I was alive, that was enough. People called him the most outstanding modern novelist, he said I had not a writer, and I do not deserve. People respect him as a literary master, art master, he gently waved his hand, I'm just a simple country folk, I am very ordinary. Nobel Literature Prize laureate said that almost took his head. In fact, he was not winning really does not matter, his writing after years of erosion, of time cleaning, more honest and deep, crystal clear. He constructed his own world, passes only one word: love, beauty.
A fanciful young man cooling off Xiu Xiu, very quiet, very few speak loudly, or even blush to see the strange girl, difficulty in breathing. He has a blazing emotion, but also stubborn and shy hot Puff heart. In the chaos, he in a different army had been a soldier, not the dead have seen less than the living. For a moment the day of death in his ear like a bullet flying, to see people pull, is reluctant to pull him away. Because he will do something big business, one soil to became famous because of him, endless charm. But now he needs to hardships and life experiences. He escaped the bullets of the saved shot, he fell in love with a small town girlCheap ClothesJuniors DressesLED LightRenault can clipbmw gt1Aluminium Powder led lightSEO ServicesReplica Watches

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