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1 février 2012

Yes the past is like smoke time is like water

The year end/new year every family feasting and revelry, the jubilation of everyone. Information he blessed, happy new year greeting a steady stream of flying through the air. Under desperating to respond to so much information, it can only be hit with both hands. Texting on the left hand, right hand hammer keyboard, full fly far away, ridicule leave their homes. Eye sight Spring Festival evening, blessing a string. Re-living history and looking forward to next spring. Friends wrote back saying:; time is in a rush, another year. Don't want to do not know, want to startle. Oh! This year end/new year mood really like in the main flow of the spring tide.

 

Yes, the past is like smoke, time is like water. Four seasons as runners, year after year. A look back in a hurry, joy is cool. People say: life is 20 years, great aspiration of Judah in his arms. 30 does not sign, the 40 empty feeling. Wait until the 55, no tiger on the mountain. 61 scarab, hold 70 pipa, 80 flowers. 90 to go farther, centenarians. Also, it is lived.

 

"Easy life God wants old". Would like to think, but still less than a nose, a few wires on the silver-haired was attached to the hair. Spring is here, but at the mood was surging like a spring tide, wave surges, wave waves in the heart. Thoughts of floating wind shakes, the ups and downs in the affair in the early spring of wandering in the Misty Rain, at the end of the push the Cup for an exclamation point. Over a year after year, life lives in the great changes of a more round.World Of Warcraft Gold Constant flow, life ring is constantly increasing. Years to our lives leave no open lines, our life to leave days are filled with an exclamation point. Exclamation like who that water, and wind-dust falling in life.
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