2010年9月10日星期五

We have Thus, each End of the World

20-year-old, age is blowing hot and cold. But they are quiet as a cat curled up in a corner, afraid to be detected. Meng Yuan of each step, always cross the so careful, so quiet, quiet people to want to sleep. Life, money, and he has done meticulous interpretation of the plain little life into full. He always said that good, to live, then live forever, is the true meaning of life.
Man-children like to spend, her room has a wide range of flowers on the windowsill of the room is set off the Blossoming flower seeds, so each to her house guests could not help Zhuzu wait. Man-child is to young crazy women, oval face, large eyes and Shui Ling Jiao good figure, she Yuli in flowers before, became the foil around the gorgeous, Huadu sadly.
Perhaps because of the reasons, Yihuo too eccentric character, Meng Yuan desperate addiction text. Man child more than once lamented the text Meng Yuan Meng Yuan text is sensational, is crazy, is lonely. In the flowers before the time of his writing, flowers wilt followed, and finally full of sadness.
Man-child's favorite flower is the orchid, in her window is open glamorous. Meng Yuan met for the first time, the spread of wood heating safety walk with the children in the school garden. Meng Yuan meticulously looked at a butterfly orchid, vine child's curiosity caused her to Bangladesh to explain away the meaning of Phalaenopsis. Man-child came forward a step that orchids for love, beautiful words I love you.
Meng Yuan heard this look, as the four-phase project, while electric shock-like intuition. Love is such a magic-like love at first sight. On warm wood filled with jealous eyes, spread his whole unrequited love child three years, he was an eye Meng Yuan lead to his hate, hate Meng far appears at a wrong time. Valentine's Day night, he would like to spread the children tell the truth, been planning this intruder disrupts everything good.
They arranged to meet, to go to France, honeymoon, going to Paris, far from ideal in the Bangladeshi city of kissing. Meng Yuan supreme love for Paris, spread child may be in love with Paris the night she posted to the room's door, which was written, and Meng Yuan agreed. Yes ah, a good agreement is so quiet, that is two years in front of a hanging.
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Meng Yuan of disability, and could not shake his hand and then started to write to. He objects to write home about smashed all to pieces, throwing the Montreal debris Man holding children tightly behind his hysterical crying, will get better, you will get better. Meng Yuan struggled, his mouth whispering, useless, useless.
Phalaenopsis is so quiet in the window was open. May in that night, wilted. The text is not defeated Meng Yuan, but drunk in the fall. Some cold weather, Meng Yuan in a wheelchair, looking at the withered leaves of Phalaenopsis, sad eyes a sense of loss. Man-child put on his coat lightly.
Man-children crouch down, lying in his lap, feeling his body temperature, his arms always so warm. Man-child of some of dry mouth may be dry autumn reason about, or tired it. She exposed smile, whisper, will get better, doctor says you will get better. But the tears did not sign the climb up the corner, crying.
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