Perhaps, you think I'm just a text in the woman, not pretty, still have lotus. In fact, all personnel, I see in the eye, in mind.

Words are my feelings and experiences, but most of the time, can say is not the most profound, can not say it is try to stop but cannot.

So you can according to the text to understand me, but from the text, and you can't really understand my heart. Sometimes, people need to know a friend, and most of the time I also don't want to be seen through his own heart, no place to escape. So tangled me ah, only reconcile oneself to one's situation.

Some people say: "others you are calm and indifferent, but you behind this has experienced many stories", admittedly, I now depends on my past experiences, not many people know, also does not need to be known, my life is a mystery, you deliberately solution don't open the title, only know, just talk.

For my story, the outcome is good or bad, have nothing to do with you, isn't it? Every time I am very consciously closed space alone, catharsis, or comments off, alone indulgence, purpose is to avoid in an outsider, disturb your heart. I this person is very real, very real, kick up a cloud of dust don't like people, in front of us different attitude. We no matter how, in the face of outsiders, even for a moment ago is divided, the second will together common external (foreign, such as friends in good faith, since when did not speak). Therefore, how to encourage or incite, or malignant, I do not want to become a space of the joke, disrupt your my mood. Besides, I also believe in each other, not affected by external around. Really, really hope that everyone do their own, to give others a square free.

Everyone is a player, dancing in large or small stage, some less audience, some too many audience, not always be just perfect, but I think nobody is willing to become a clown on stage, the others ridicule. Of course, everyone will be the authorities and onlookers, no clear water to fish, don't expect too much on others, or people will not go the same way.

2013, to me is a special year, even more is suffering, but I believe, everything will be the past.

In fact, sometimes, memories of pain is also a kind of happiness, when all the wind light cloud light, when no longer remembered pain, those who experience is wealth, I one one.

Summary 2013, breakdown of these people, these things, managed to clear your head, give an account of their own.

Before the Spring Festival of the town is very lively, the street was filled with the spirit of the season. Pedestrian jostle one another on the way carrying bags, each person's face, the body is filled with a be bursting with happiness, seemed to have the Spring Festival happy to spill out from people's heart, flowing in the body. A boy with his home in the handling of special purchases for the Spring Festival. Also, he is walking and jumping, seem especially happy. Because he had received from as far away as Xinjiang friends.
"Article, are you okay? I can dream of you every night, miss you. You must learn well! I really envy you. I do not have to go to school, go to work in a company. Environmental science? Ok. I also made a lot of friends, they are very concerned about me, always took me out to play. Yes, next month I'm going back over the Spring Festival, have a look the way you.
Good luck. Hui".

After reading the letter after the boy on the face of smile, because he is looking forward to this day for a long time, it is a kind of unspeakable joy, joy and long waiting.
They met in the middle school, and they all love cartoons. The boy born lively open and bright, is a famous bad guy leader class, school things always not him. While the girl was beautiful, is the top student in the class. Because of a fortuitous exhibition, they became very good friends. Girls like boys painting, every weekend let the boy to draw a picture of yourself. In order to the boy and girl together, have gradually begun to study hard. Because he knows, only admitted to the county only to girls in high school. The days of the past, they become the campus to not open, and you don't even know what a lover. Although the teacher tried to block their contacts, but they still secretly dating. Soon, the girl left the town, and her parents went to another big city. Respectively, when simply to send a cartoon as a memento. From then on, they never met again.
I have three years, boys like I said, admitted to the county high school, become a good student.
Early in the morning, the whole town was pure, crystal clear ice and snow. The snow on the branches like a blooming Yulan, the roof like painted with white paint thick, even faint trails as the moonlight shines like the quiet. Suddenly, the boy is riding a bicycle jumped out from an alley. Then, he burst into another lane. His vigorous figure shuttle in the white world, and often spread several voices hum ditty. His goal is the lily of the Valley Middle School -- where they meet.
Soon, the boy went to school, he put the bike in the canteen nearby parking lane, then patted the shoulder of the snow. The girl has not arrived yet.
The boy took out three pictures from his pocket, finger flicking gently, then smiled and put it in his pocket. This is the night he painted for girls, because he knew that the girl was like his picture.
The shop window is still so clear, several new scarf dazzling. The boy slowly walked in, he suddenly want to buy a scarf for girl.

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 t's one of three cases he is fighting in the courts since returning home last month after four years in self-imposed exile.

His arrest and disqualification from contesting elections on May 11 have been a humiliating blow for the former ruler of nuclear-armed Pakistan, previously a key ally of US president George W. Bush in the war on terror.

Despite a heavy police and paramilitary presence, scuffles broke out between lawyers and Musharraf supporters, who threw stones and beat each other with sticks outside the court building.

About 150 lawyers shouted: "Dog, dog, Musharraf dog!" while two dozen supporters chanted "Long live Musharraf!"

"Today it was routine hearing of Benazir murder case and General Musharraf appeared for the first time in this case," said his lawyer Salman Safdar.

Musharraf spent around 15 minutes in court and then another 15 minutes with his lawyer, before being driven back to his home.

Nobody has been convicted or jailed for Bhutto's assassination on December 27, 2007, in Rawalpindi, despite a long-running court case.

In November 2011, the court indicted two police officers and five alleged Taliban militants over her assassination.

In August 2010, it ordered the confiscation of Musharraf's property and the freezing of his bank accounts in Pakistan over his failure, while in exile, to appear to answer questions related to her death.

Safdar said that Musharraf's team asked the court to rescind those orders, given that he was now prepared to appear in court, complained that lawyers had been barred from meeting him and ordered police to investigate.