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Empty … …

Tuesday, June 30th, 2009

The end of middle school however, I feel unusually empty.
Finished out of the political from the examination room, I accidentally did not feel the slightest feeling pleased, but that I feel the end test of the target loses all of a sudden, now, I struggle for the why?
Early every morning will wake up the body39s biological clock may be high-speed operation for a year, now suddenly it more difficult for them to adjust also may be increasingly due to very hot weather it.
Up every morning, open the computer, listening to the dance world39s best, and have its own nerve palsy, and then sitting in front of the computer on a trance. I do not know what I think, perhaps do not think it a very young age are able to think? Those covered with dust of the past? No, I say that we have forgotten in like a beautiful future? No, I do not deserve a beauty of the word in the long summer vacation like? No, I did not want to have a good how to. What I think in the end, I am also a casting haze of confusion.
Used the word dead to me just now.
Their own what to do, entirely by friends to the control of the. Today39s invited me to dinner tomorrow, that invited me to go shopping, the day after tomorrow there is a song Biao told me to go … … to put the city a few days, but the trip is full every day, I would like to stay at home quietly One day, also coincides with my dad at home, in order from his harassment , it only came to severe shortage of Internet cafes.
A look into the Internet, almost all of the nine-year-level position filled. I am familiar with the lay hello, they continue to play games. Open the computer, I do not know what to do, open the QQ, a quite number of students online. Open blog to write articles, but the unlearned, how to write good articles.pen, continue to stare blankly.
Holiday, the liberation, and are in accordance with the normal way of thinking should be happy, but why she began to empty, and always felt that what was missing, in fact, I was very aware of. If there arethat nice … …
Opened last night, Walden Pond would like to read, but see the translation of sequence reads To read, you daytona replica rolex watch must see… … here, I have given up reading, the voice of TVoutside a hotchpotch rolex of I also can be. Really want to read quietly, Walden, Thoreau39s feelings to the feelings of mood.
I really admire him, such as the future, I think the basis of a certain material, they will certainly want to live in seclusion. But I would like to have to live life, the hustle and bustle of cities, false picture, I have already tired of. Occasionally went to Shushan, I feel the sky between the tree and I have to keep the mountain alone.

Four old

Friday, June 26th, 2009

A
Before the end of the spring, but easy to feel old Spring.
Do not come to the spring and a half years, glaring off feeling of sadness
Independent bands before flying like snow over the Yanghwajin, waving and full sleeves flick.
In the most time to meet alone in the sea of humanity.
What is the time to wave your left? I will let you knowstreet, you have to punish me, please do not torture myself.
Send you anything that short-term, it is better to treasure our memories.
B
Waiting for summer when summer has passed, and that such appearance in the season opening, such as lotus drop.
Listen to the jade pavilion, who reached three months?
What kind of sentiment so that dust wipe it away as the memory of years, people in the rest of his life time in every inch deep in mind, what is it still in the twinkling of an eye has moved, forgot to leave time, thought it was only sirens fillip old.
Words movie falling, rolling and not the Red, Whitesideburns. Sirens - white hair, but expense.
I39ve always wanted to tell you a secret paradise, phone is always a time when you were not sounded, no one answered the secret paradise. mulberry
When I repeated this number to N times when the nights, thanks.
C
He read the fall, read the sorrows of the heart behind, read a, the lonely deserted.
Is he aware of his fall, he let fall full of nostalgic, he awakened the autumn. Fall for the understanding of the past three days and three nights crying, she burst into tears after she was unable to hold his legs could not support the torture of the body, as if by a child to bully others, but the stubborn refuse to cry , but see their loved ones, listening to comfort their loved ones, so that grievances can not help the tears rushing out like the autumn is also disposed of a strong appearance, the whole to collapse down.
If not he appeared, she did not know how long it can hold, I do not know whether the appearance of a strong heart and even her up with ice, I do not know whether that will be long-lasting fatigue life with her. Until one day, he appeared, told him that he understood her, to understand the bitterness behind her mask of exhaustion and bitterness, she really let himself down easily.
Later, he died. Autumn is forever remember him, he said at the said another v. v., but the thoughts will always be endless. Since then, more than the autumn wind and themiss thelong, sad sigh with regret, there are a miserable.
You said that, they are still incoherent the topsy-turvy, it is difficult to say clearly to all.
you, but the total also remember his face. You begin to the roxanne mulberry handbag know that the feelings of old, the years of dust-laden, but you lost the key to open the door again.
Then, each night, you will beoutside.
D
Often forget what a beginning, wait until they wake up already drawing to a close. Distant in the winter and not come back, the only round of the sunset and the Pavilion to stay quiet so.
Life waiting for the first time, we will not be the last, and how can you bear to, how to, how willing, I Shou-queue winter in the old spring is no good-bye?
Looking back on the tears are always one, so love staggered, Ren sound off,these bitter.
All bound the fate of the very poor, with a tear on first reading, to read, but have to admit that love is too hasty a book.
Little drops of tears falling from time to time I miss. Since I can not,than the earth.

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Thursday, June 18th, 2009

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