In the article the hobbled on the road of life, despite the pocket ChouChang, in the heart of degrees turn, had no a roller-coaster mood, it seems that all the memory as the forward footsteps faded away. louis vuitton outlet
That year, the year of the red scarf, a classroom of that year, when friends of lover, seems to have started to blur, hazy, I seemed to hear between the first from boyhood songs: "let us just once more, small ship waves sculls push away, and the sea of the beauty of the white dagoba, reflecting which was surrounded by green trees red.
It rained heavily in jingzhou today, this is my home and a half months to the first rain. Stay at the window, YanBo shake at 7, elegant rain foam bring forward a sweet savour, a local "eye very wide, xiao between the Confucian" that fly in mood arises spontaneously. louis vuitton handbags
When I was a child, do not know to who said "unlucky" boys don't harm I have been to, are not acquired last year the habit of opening an umbrella. The childhood memory, often in the wind and rain, I also go to school, school like running in the rain; Waist youdao deep scar is a summer on a home from school when suddenly it's pouring with rain, and we are a group of friends suddenly smell, I of course is scattered rain ran like anything, but he slipped in the green flag rise out of the way, the left hip, may be on learn at school (elementary school very good students) with iodine level too amateur, so he left the imprint of the memory.
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