It is a year spring flowers, beautiful flowers, bloom well. He plucked a branch, faint fragrance filled with sleeve, to give her a quiet. Turn back to the empty Dr Max. The swing frame side, is when to start crawling with withered vine? Heart suddenly breed full loss, I do not know where to start, don't know who is speaking to.

The original is so people go to spend without the Lord, no wonder the immediate bloom so lonely, so tactful, like thousands of resentment pent up emotion in the core, causing the uptrend has a little hard, falling in the skirts, beautiful dreamland.

Through the deep jungle, through the twists and turns of the gravel path, and the cold wind blowing in the face, the tears quietly slipped. Review of this life company formation, ordinary, chest filled with sense of loss, seems to see the years after the familiar scattered.

Side three three two two a person, also has been the world wear away the beauty. At that time, to accompany him to see a flower swim Lake Shang Qiuyue, foot mountains of how many people?

If only he a person, a walk in the stained clothing for wet rain, and smelling the fragrance of flowers, be careful around on the petals on the floor, deep and low voice to chant, the spring breeze from is the world guest, advocated the downtown when! Have a good time in haste away, like petals withered mud, buried and forgotten.

I remember when young read "he found the degreeses water cool towel, suddenly look back, that person but in the lights dim" this kind of sentence, the young tender heart was touched, limpid tears fall on the page, with the cold temperature. The persistent moved to feel happy, also for the poem person suddenly recalling that surprise.

And he found remnants life, just know is the most difficult. Pin the an of the lights, and had no wait. He walked as far as the oceans, year after year, although the old remnant scent like powder had guessed. Hate less. The friend who, now lost in where?

Life is not to leave the banquet. This is a gather the scattered, and no one mentioned. Let the past with the wind, scattered, forget it. So obsessed with linger, but also grief.

Drink a pot of liquor, and then continued a cup of strong drink, I will sing while drinking, do and do, this one aftertaste. Besides, when drunk, this is no worry no hate. Why can that dream meet, I would be so disappointed, so sad?

An ant saw an elephant on the road, the ants into the earth, and only one leg dew in outside. A small rabbit saw indissolubles ask: "why leg dew in outside?" The ant said: "killed the elephant."

The second day, the rabbit saw the whole nest of ants lined up hurry hurry, asked why. The ant replied: "go on, pull the accident."

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The third day, the rabbit came to ask ants: that elephants live? Ant feel helpless to say "it is to tell me"

Good report disease after the elephant ants, court, ant tripped the elephant is a malicious damage, imprisonment in June. The ant refuses to accept, "bodily harm to imprisonment in February, why to me half a year?" The judge: "because you are not only deliberately, and run accident..."

The ant.
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A butterfly and want to find a lover. Naturally, he wanted to choose a very pretty one from among the flowers. So he put them all at once.

Each of the flowers is a quiet, modest sat Terrier son, as a girl without engagement that sit. But the number of them is very much, the choice is not easy. The butterfly would not trouble, so he flew to daisies. The French call this flower is called "Margarete". They know that, she can make predictions. She did her petals: lovers together to pick off, each with a lover asked about their lovers thing: "passion? -- the pain? -- love me very much? Only love a little? -- completely don't love?" And the question and so on. Everyone can use their language. Butterfly also ask; but he did not pluck petals, but kiss up to each petal. Because he thinks that only kindness to get the best answer.

"Dear 'Margarete' daisy!" He said, "you are everything in the most intelligent woman. You will make predictions! I ask you to tell me, I should take this one, or marry the one? Which will be my bride? If I knew, he can fly to her, and asked her to marry him."

But "Margarete" do not answer him. She was very angry, because she was only a girl, and he has called her "woman"; and there is a difference. He asked second times, third times. When he from her less than half a one word answer, they are no longer willing to ask. He flew away, and immediately began his proposal activities.

This is the spring, saffron and snowdrop were in full bloom.


"They are very pretty," said the butterfly, "just a bunch of first awakening interest in the opposite sex of the lovely girl, but so do not understand things." He like all young man, looking for a little older women.

So he flew into the anemones. According to his appetite speaking, the girl is bitter is a bit too strong for me. A little too enthusiastic violet; tulip too gorgeous; daffodils too common people; Linden flowers are too small, in addition to their relatives too much; apple blossoms looked like roses, but they opened today, tomorrow, thanks -- as long as the wind blows fall down. He felt that with their marriage is not for a long time. The pea blossom all the love: she has red with white, both refined and delicate. She is a very strong family values of women, appearance is beautiful, in the kitchen where it was. When he was going to ask her to marry him, see the flowers of the nearby have a pod pod tip -- hang a withered flower.

Time flies, year after year, a blink of an eye, I have the fifth grade. But each time I think of when I was a child, I still can not forget the innocent me.

At that time, I just learned to walk, just babble out one's first speech sounds when, see mother with scissors to cut paper cut cloth, feel very strange, I also like her, with a piece of cloth for children head scissors, to cut the cloth pieces, my heart, from the "what cloth can cut" the idea Domestic Helpe.

One day, my dad came home from work, I saw dad put the dark blue coat off, I never saw the color of the cloth, feel the color is very beautiful, I picked up the scissors look back to see Dad, Dad smiled, looked at me. I thought to myself: father smiled at me! It can cut, so, I picked up my clothes headphone amp, "sing", "sing" cut up, saw the clothes I cut out a hole, then our father woke up over crying: "why did you cut my clothes, I what to wear tomorrow?" I was scared, burst into tears. Then my mother heard came in to ask: "how?" Dad picked up by my cut clothes did say: "you see your daughter to my clothes cut through." "You were doing what, why not stop her. Mother doubt ask." "I don't know how?" Dad feel shy to say, "doesn't realize she had to cut clothes!" Mother since spirit again funny to say: "blame it on you." Mom took me by the hand, gently said to me: "this is the dress nuhart , not a piece of ordinary cloth, you cut the bad dad can't wear. I blink his large eyes not fully understand nod. Now it has been hanging in the closet, when I saw this dress, I feel that I was naive.

When we sat together to talk about this matter, will laugh. At the same time, also let I deeply feel my     childhood life is how happy, happy!

A pair of past the eye. Eyes wet for a thousand years. Did not see NuHart.

The flowers in my eyebrow edge, a trace of coolness. The stone steps on the bench, moss had long. She is indifferent to lean on, whispering in my eyebrow edge, lost color. She leaned against the NuHart.

Without waiting for fate, seems to have been set, the board does not calculate lazi. She to the Orioles Singing, to the wind singing, but no one found her waiting. Still has not been falling NuHart.

Dip soft rain, tilt the night of flowers, she leaned against the NuHart.

Order under the grass away from, dim moonlight broken glass, she leaned against the.

At that moment, I saw Mo you, I know the wait is over environmental-protection.

She never lean on, full Hitomi joy, silent, she left me.

Bright with tears, or, III of this. Maybe I should let go.

Life is but a drop of tears for her. Lean on the railing, has not been falling. Finally, because the eye met you, put their own ruin, the final is a vast dust tears spread open.

This one is from the previous dew tears.

Continuous heavy rain did not break, a beautiful butterfly flew low, alights on the petal flowers. Flower tired, butterflies do not fly, a toilet wet butterfly wing. Butterfly wings are so fragile, wind and rain are broken, cannot bear this flower, a drop of dew buried a flying butterfly.

They don't fly. Because it is a flower. As she went to the wind and rain, wind and rain for her. Who is to rob, still no regrets not live.

Some petals flower flower is empty, fell together and the tail butterflies.

The leaf and flower, fragmentation last dream. Flower and butterfly, butterfly and dew, buried in the ward.

Petals nourish the toilet, just leave a fried. And dust, with salty. Honey dipped in butterfly wings, no regret.

The previous dew, wet butterfly wings, turn into a world of tears. Butterfly and flower's affection, is the most beautiful.

Leisure tea leisurely books since the fragrance, meditation for Xia Yu Ting, little mood, the slightest touch. Drunk the night quietly enjoying chrysanthemum Taiwan, Tang Xiang asked the drunk breeze, melodious ease lyrical melodies. Day of Brahma, and write the mind quiet, Eau and fixed in the past, all the picture. Song, how much sorrow, eolian criss cross paths, drunk in the lonely night, borrow literature Sukhavati, carefully put the past into a plain paper topicfashion women clothing wholesale!

The wind into the moonlit night, leaning Ting Wen Si soul, the dream smoke fragrance to God, only to return. Shooting star, but obviously, a variety of ink what is it? Because mood reminder text with. Mumble, ink stained volatile scent Yin, with the meaning of the soul. Love hate of many? Where I belong? Dust smoke ink painting, and the dreamer, the review of the Millennium ghost. Asked the Qing Chou, read cloud, heart, light Lian eyebrow, previously a few amorous rain? Love them, flowers, grass, dream around the flower Jian, an oath of alliance won, as Shang city. Looking back the dream lifeManaged Cloud, Yu Ting, originated, who is I this life the inside margin. Thoughts determine the life, Vanity Fair during the spring and autumn, ask, can have several things of romantic themes?

Midnight faults, snow flower and the vicissitudes of life is busy, a pot of meditation, flowers wine reminder text soul, ink, pen flower, music books have crazy. Leng Mengtan, Luo cream melancholy, fireworks cool heart dream atlas, read, read, the eyes of tears, heart blood. Love dip tank, where is the love? Acacia Ji Xu, heart grey meaning place, Xiaoxiang, Luoying pipelinesubtank plus . Acacia string, love rhyme, ghost, pale moon, thinking of time, read the faint. Busy fall, leaves drop center sink, maple the Dreamspell, fog. Third overall drunk. Read my life, think long, laugh with red road. How much how much sadness, bleak, lonely, jiduoxiyanggong, desolate flashy, hate a bell pharynx.