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<P align = center class = MsoNormal style = \-ALIGN: center \; 2.0 \I pondered: Since childhood, music has always been dedicated to living in my dream, I remember one year, students lend me a guitar, I work day by day to hard with the piano until the leaching of a deep finger printed. Persevering without pointing, and finally give up. Seventeen years old, accidentally in the street found a simple two purple footer, and makes the two strings attached to the face, as if waiting for a long time ago you used it to tell the sorrow and joys and sorrows. Whole body exudes cold in the sunlight, it bought me shine, according to the book once in his Reflection of the Moon in intoxicated. How hard I may also destined to miss my music. The music has a smoke and mirrors, the United States but out of reach. My desire and dream of past lives are accumulated in this life to the son. <P class=MsoNormal style=\




<P align = center class = MsoNormal style = \-ALIGN: center \; 2.0 \Residents \One day, walking pedestrian street, holding a pro-child, hand in a small piece of paper accidentally dropped to the ground, the children looked at the little face upturned pro, then bend over to pick it up and went back to hand, the pro-smile, son's face, said something. Time this scenery, many years ago has surfaced in front of the scene, is also a pro and a son in the street license to eat snacks, eat and spit all the way, seeds of two thin shell in the shop after a long road. In this town, I have not seen this many years long road. Now the city has not heard the noise traveling, cars passing each way quietly, it seems that fear of disturbing their sleep. Often have such feelings: a wake up, street suddenly a lot of flowers bloom, five Yen, and open the road, to meet with four guests, so you occupied. Wake up, the door put the sweet potato spread disappeared, never ever hear the familiar cries, restoring long-lost peace. Wake up, each put away the last of the cold, neighbors and the neighbors in the breeze or light exchanged greetings. Poetry back, a Qing-rou songs. <P class=MsoNormal style=\The city? This fall? Autumn is the eternal hope this autumn.


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Autumn sky <ul id=\com: office: office \mso-char-indent-count: 15.0 \-char-indent-count: 2.0 \Gorgeous autumn light, the dark all the world have been spread in the light drying: fame and fortune of the war, money, confusion. No matter the world, from the interference of Yong. Interference is their selfishness, in fact, every heart has its own world, just look at how you use it only in certain situations. At any time there is a first thought is self-interest, when first thinking about how to seek assessment places a good paved road official, how coveted his position and do everything possible to make trouble for him, how to make wine more against the benefit of much money, how to name tags in the commodity quote to obtain ill-gotten gains, how public money or property name branded all their signs; of course the world there are many simple \birth to a good son, and the work is to do due diligence industry, never mind a gain or loss. For each we have no right to judge. God has created me for something.
<P align=center class=MsoNormal style=\= \I was in the fall Lisi Suo. <P class=MsoNormal style=\Regardless of Romeo and Juliet, both Butterfly Lovers, performed on stage with the tragedy, the next generation to generation units flowing tears. Ages without a written masterpieces of marriage, grief or joy. The party did not seem to mean living forever. If the story of the Prince and Princess will continue to say what? Did not dare to compile such a sequel. Because once enter into a marriage, means death. Is it really? Is that marriage is marriage, for both, I never confused. Because they can both live, but only the love affair, but only the common laurel wrote poetry under the line, talk about a bunch of bright drops of Rose Festival. The marriage is leading a poor oil, salt, a woman in the hands of the spatula is a leisurely foot slippers. The past, marriage is now. Past is the past, without pay tribute, now is the edge of the most beautiful scenery. The criteria used to measure the marriage, the marriage will die without a burial place.




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