Along the black horizon to see ideas roaming the Red grow old in an instant, leaving only dense mottled chill Ma as the lines of Star, wanton Kenshi years haggard body.
time to distribute some decadent decline of the moisture, like Sen Season of malaria, revealed some of the cold but seductive smile, light frown town in Taiwan's Kenshi those obsessed heart for love,UGG boots cheap, happiness was not its own.
do not own? Then what else? There are memories, not his own memory of belonging to others is growing.
memory? Memory will eventually be forgotten, but one thing will not be forgotten, that is, the suffering and hardships of life, like those evergreen vines, always awakening in the morning dew in, climbing on a sunny place, slowly growth, was not rash, and no end.
but there is one it will be in the sun all the all buried, and certainly will not have the slightest nostalgia. I am such a person.
did not like the gardenia, because its beautiful, just like I always avoided the topic of love and the same. Therefore, each of gardenia open, I always run away much of the fragrance of those rich,UGG boots, shallow to deep matters of the heart, the memory of powder blue, when in flower thank readily buried without her is mournful and affectionate Only a trace of melancholy indifference.
stay too long in the city, distribution of a person's body will be mixed with gasoline and dust of body odor, such as corruption leaves Yao Wei mud. Thus, people's thoughts also unknowingly foul up, the flow of money, fame and status of the black bubble.
fewer friends in the busy greeting, less warm, less sincere,Discount UGG boots, it touches on those flashy philistine more things up. I can not exception. Under such circumstances, XIAO Yi put a pot of lush gardenia Pengdao before me.
my eyes in an instant cooling. I said, I am a woman does not like flowers, such things are not right for me.
XIAO Yi said nothing, but quietly put flowers on the balcony, turn left.
gardenia smell of incense was lonely heart I look back when the imbalance.
grandmother said, every woman was born, God will grant them a unique totem, with a past life had time to erase the message, to facilitate their search for the lost lover in this life.
and me, but at birth with that crash piercing cry of surprise broken all the conventions, with a little tear of the pain gradually disappeared in the mixture of sweat and blood of the mother's breath in the air clean by wiping off the glass like, see nothing, grasping vain.
Naturally, I have not marked this woman is destined to be left lying in the row of the rain that began to rot decay is already a fence wall.
fences? Good unfamiliar vocabulary. But just a few years of work, I have completely forgotten the look of it, and even those green bamboo and tall and straight, and I gradually began to forget. Fortunately, yes, right before the patch of green the old house to rape, I still remember the. Whenever Splendour Feng Fei, I always sat in the grass and Qin Lan about long ridge Bile Yan Hong straining olfactory cauliflower, let the bees buzzing in the ears trained, trained, singing, let the sun shine at the top of the head of wanton, Grandma's little cat let him climb in ah climb until the intoxication of sleep in each other.
I think, at that time, I have thought that the world's most beautiful flowers than Hong rape was. The Gardenia, is a kind of nothing to do with my plants, like the pain is only in the adult to know.
Qin Lan Gardenia is my childhood, I can read the stories many years later. When I come into the world, I do not know the aroma of sweet potato with soiled hands boy stroking my forehead, my life would be a calamity.
mother very cold day with me can be surprisingly bright sunlight. Winter's afternoon, in a small village with a number of busy lazy. Liquor fed enough, the men sit in the sun, saying a number of wild yellow scripts, enjoy the sun and enjoy a woman's shyness and Jiao Chen. The cat in the house eaves beams playing on people as the visitor to another planet. This time, only in the courtyard of the bloom is quiet, with a smile trembling braved cold and cool in the open air, people were distressed with some yellow color.
Qin Lan said the memory of that winter, frost is sweet.
I laughed and said, it is because you are a frog hibernation season, hay in your eyes is a sugar cannabis.
Qin Lan laughed my head gently taking on his chest.
serene mother looked at me and Qin Lan, Ying bubbling bright eyes happy and satisfied.
Perhaps, I am not able to bring his mother happy, because I have a congenital deficiency of the disease, the doctor said that I live to 30-year-old. People around always counting the days off, I'd not care. Qin Lan just look at me, I have a little sadness. Because, in his eyes, there are some things crystal imperceptibly rolling.
in those carefree childhood years, the greater-year-old Qin Lan is my shadow.
sunset time, but he did not labor, the mother returned, young hearts filled with longing and fear. Sitting on the door stones cry for a while, I put it into their own possession of the age-old in an old rattan chair, slowly breaking off a number of their fingers and eat peanuts left pocket. More often, I would tame the lie back in the Qin Lan, listen to him tell me the little princess in Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale of how the brave. I always fall asleep before you know it, then woke up under her mother's call. Every time I wake up,UGG boots clearanc, I will not help in the eyelids open the moment they rushed to the eyes tightly shut. Dark as night, as shining lights, really dazzling. The Qin Lan's eye, it is not my face, then the bright, then the hot, then the Never forget.
20 years later, one rainy season, my mother touched my drooping head, saying, If we both do not suffer so close, if I told you mother is not a good friend, all things are not occurred, all stories will be re-arranged, but you endured is not to exist.
she said, yes ah, Rain and Sail, this is life! Destined to love you Qin Lan, you are doomed to be separated. That being the case, a fate it with you.
I did not speak to a bunch of gardenia in full bloom on the graves of a new beginning, turned into the depths of rain curtain. Curled in my arms, is a sleeping little girl. She is my daughter, Yu-lan.
many years ago, my eyes grow Qin Lan, curl Tingting; many years later, Qin Lan thoughts in my sleep, heaven on earth.
and Qin Lan natural process of love. We Liangxiaowucai, our childhood, our sexual gratification, we Shengsixiangxu. From the beginning that a hug, to the sadness of, respectively, are so beautiful and bitter, and even had time to say goodbye to the last farewell, but also with a faint trace strands of tempting and lingering. Although all of the past are frozen in that moment; though, the pain of my life to begin.
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the university entrance exam that year, I applied for the work of Qin Lan schools in that city. Although they were also worldly, but in my mind, the thoughts will be people waiting in pale, withered, and finally gradually fall, just like the flowers that bloom too long, the branches fall one day, what will not rest.
I can not bear the pain Acacia, So I turn and walk away for Qin Lan; So, was admitted to graduate, I am married to Chin Lan.
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