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September, I will come back


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  I did not think they or others in the eyes of depression and sadness is a terrible thing. Has been. Like a girl named Yan red on my page under the text said, your sorrow is not learned, is generated from the bones.
  When the train accompanied by the rhythmic sound of the rails me throw this great city of the South, when all I'm sure my future, like his change of location, no longer the innocent but naughty children, never too busy to read the text transparent.
  I'm nineteen years old. I grew up. Very much love to see a beautiful girl can be a catch, and I feel blessed. But this is only his laughter fills one, which is easy to recover the girl, and well-being which is easy to find.
  I studied Chinese language professional. Almost every day to see some incredibly hard book to write every day, some broken text. Elegant words that can make me take the trouble to look, fascinated by the writing. Rest of the time, the spirit will jump to the text over and over again in my head spin, let me like crazy in love with them, until the campus radio filled the air all around me, I fell into a deep sleepy eyes opened.
  every day I get on one of my favorite books, wear neat clothes, through the dark red brick floor Hung cliff road, he was cool wind in my hair. I saw on the ground by wind wantonly leaves rolled up in my eyes in a trance to floating hair, it is the sun and poetry.
  Many a time I will find the sleazy side of the flowing hair leads people to feel pamper a girl, gently drifting away from me, leaving a faint fragrance. I am a people like the back of another beautiful person. Perhaps the girl's face I never miss to know.
  This is September, is open to the snow season of orchids.
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  day, I read in the reading room. September is a southern deep sky blue, stained with a touch of cloud. I sat by the window position, see one called \Moment, a very soft fragrance drifted down. Then she sat across from me is a dark green hand, a thick book. I did not see her the way, the time in a minute by minute the past.
  have a pen? I use it. Very clear and full sound.
  I put pen to her. Delicate white hands took my pen. Glossy black hair covering her face after a half.
  I still have not seen her look. Pen she forgot to give me.
  university life will be used to make people feel dull. Often a person walking in the classrooms, dormitories, canteens, libraries. Cafe occasionally over and over again. Crazy to lay their own words, made at the Institute of BBS, from time to time, some people give me comments, say something irrelevant, then popularity will be half dead.
  Rock Hill Road, is happy at the way the joints, the edge of a number of so clear a few trees. Indus is not the old branches, grass being great river.
  I like to speed along this road until you get a canteen. The kind of fast food to eat spicy spicy fried noodles. Laughing lovers also often come to this fast food restaurant, you bite, I bite, boys and girls feed each other with, it is funny and different kind.
  Our hostel is only about 20 square meters, but a full eight people crammed into the night freely, can be continued into the early hours two or three. I am happy to listen to by them, I accepted the pain by himself.
  Later, I contacted a private house. I moved in, they get the old computer a midnight night I lay in his midnight U-disk lonely mood. Copy the next day in their own E-MAIL in the Call for Papers sent to each agency. I think this is full of life than before, I do not like the big boys with their peers listen to them talk about their heroic deeds, as well as their vision for a better future. I always think that the performance of action is the language of action proved a powerful weapon.
  times I feel lonely, empty cool, I do not smoke, do not always buy a high degree of wine, in their own small house and get drunk, do not know what to say, middle of the night wake up cold hard floor only to find himself lying on the ground. The next day, bought a bicycle ride on their own, whistling and crossing the long avenue, continue seriousness of school.
  I was like the silent man, feel that words are finished.
  Most of my class is to take a pen, write a book stop. I think I just kept writing, defrauding a number of royalties, is maintained to the end of high rental costs.
  eyes of my dad has always been an obedient son. But my dad said I spend too much. More than 600 pieces a month! I always said to my dad, do not worry, I will be most proud of the son of your heart. Dad has always smiled, said some encouraging words to me, in fact, I'm sorry in my life who is my dad, because my mother was six years old I left.
  I almost did a very good gay friends to the class any of the boys I Yuede Lai, and sometimes put them in an uproar, I forget their peers.
  shaped friends there is one. In fact,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I never took her as a girl. Similarly, she called me old man, I was happily, and thought, there is such a caring girl to be my best friend, I will be enough. She came with me from high school, called Ning. Love talked several times in high school, but very short. After this has not come, she told me that college, she would not find any boyfriend.
  In many cases, we will go that familiar with the streets, again and again, sometimes lying on the comprehensive building that soon after the grass, sharing a bunch of snacks. She often took out naughty words said to me, you should find a girlfriend! I reported a laugh. Often give her some of my East Cou Rasi and girls erratic bizarre story.
  This is December, it should be open to the cold season plum.
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  2004 spring. I was in the latter half of the semester freshman year, I met over the Internet, a girl called Little flowers. She was eighteen, which is a not very sensible girl.
  she studied painting, did not attend college.
  day I was in my E-MAIL manuscript to an editor for Social Development, QQ on the color icon kept flashing.
  Hello! I hope I know you this friend, I read what you wrote. Very much. Yes! Here also you can not do the same thing, playing this number looking for me, 13 ... ...
  little tree branches in my old acquaintance of the little parasol tree flowers, the tall, thin, like Bacheng beauty. She held out a pen, saying it was the day I borrow your in the reading room. I said, this is something I can not do? She giggled incessantly.
  happy way back and forth along that we do not know the number of cycles, and her head did not talk about the end of some of the problems. She always smiled. Laughter, the warm flutter in my face, the climate south of February so I think also the very people feel warm.
  she and I came to my house rent. House a mess. She said, I come! She will dress one by one carefully folding it carefully on the bottom of the box, the book also neatly on the computer side, I stood watching her stupid, there is a feeling of pity. Help me a glass of water ah! I Lengle Leng. Oh, I poured a glass of water and handed her hands reverently. She giggled and said really good boy. Snow orchids under windows me laugh.
  her watercolor painting very well. I said, after I sent the book, coupled with your watercolor painting, and then have my text, must be beautiful. She just said, yes! Good!
  small pieces is a very good girl. But I do not know how she will be met in me, in fact, I want to have her, she would also like to have me, all I know, but in such a city, in such an age, our responsibility is not to make their own a good youth, but to their peers to be a good example.
  I took the hand of the small delicate flowers, all the girls that did not previously have that feeling.
  every time she stood in front of me, always with the soft shoulders and gently hit my chest, I really like around her, people pity her thin body. But I'm afraid I could not help myself, I'm afraid the reality of the flood would have swept away a solid silent oath.
  no matter how late I adhere to the small pieces away from my hut. She sat in the back of my bike like a gentle and lovely bird, hand gently around my waist, back in my face stick deflection cycling slowly with friction. A long time, there is the feeling of hot, in fact, how I hope this is a never-ending journey, small pieces will never leave me, I will always be with her, and ends of the earth, end of time.
  single Juji at home, I always forgot to wake her. She fell asleep on the ride I had the alley in front of her house, then riding a long, long way, and then returned,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and went back to the original place, I called out, miss home. She said drowsily, so fast! I just chuckled. When I looked at her reluctant to leave my sight, I drove bike back, not far away heard a rough voice said to the woman, how to pull back, I thought you were dead.
  I do not know it was not her mother's voice, or a nervous woman will come back to see her daughter made her nervous.
  not in class, small flowers and the same will buy a lot of wine, on the ground floor urging me to go up, she is a stupid cute girl, and that was not drinking, it is always hard and I bet, drunk after, casually talking, saying I am not a man dare not touch her ... ... her next life man, woman ... I do ... Sometimes I would get drunk, put her tightly clasped, she kept saying, to ah! Wife waiting for you! Disease had only feel mad, like raindrops fall like kisses her smooth face. We heard the sound of rapid breathing, sharp swing in the surrounding hot air.
  but I will remember always have a bottom line, we can not leap.
  romantic I can give her to her happy, but I'll not give her happiness, which I wanted to say a word, but has said nothing.
  upper sophomore semester schedule and the arrival in the city, I boarded a lot of articles related magazines, leaflets royalties do not like the cold southern autumn leaves falling, piece by piece, to be Suddenly, to very good.
  small pieces when drunk in the absence of the old masters of the sheep like a snuggle, and talk with me, along with silence. Together not afford to see a beautiful southern autumn sky, together with me to every bookstore died a long time to sit together, dancing on the bar Poets, consultation with an editor to the magazine the situation.
  such a life, I think, she and I are happy children.
  small pieces of every word, every smile,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], like spring rain that dried up long invasion of earth, into my bone marrow and blood. I think, in this life, I will remember her.
  ability of the text there is a fanatical, let me give up a lot, so I hate a lot.
  I think I left the school of the time, the University is taught to others, but for me as crazy. I do not want to become crazy.
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  northern sky in January is very bleak. Weather is not a bit busy. Although the New Year is approaching.
  my newspaper in the city to seek a weak job. Intoxicated madness began writing their own. I imagine my eyes agree with the article be people around the world. I see letters from readers all over the sky like a storm of snow flakes.
  small pieces and I have two different cities. We use the E-aill teaser.
  I also wanted to take her away, stay with me. But they, after all, is a wandering people, of no fixed abode. Immaculate I'm afraid such a child, by my black hand down into the abyss, life is not happy. I said, I find a stable job, I went to talk to you. She was in tears as the sudden drop in like summer thunderstorms. That come. As excited,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], she nodded Shihai blushing. I tightly around her, her sharp fingers open to pierce my body.
  There are always different in different cities and different wandering lonely.
  I wander up and down in several cities for their own investigation and set up a newspaper to do. Leadership is trust me, it makes me feel very happy. In my own house before the snow put a pot of orchids. Night after night lying in his desk Jianpanshangqiao hit me in my words, waiting for the snow orchid open.
  Ling Street, east of the city has a beautiful high bridge. I call it through the bridge. I think maybe one day it will take me to heaven ... ...
  I am always a person to see the city's night sky. Night was very broad and broad! Far from the traffic lights light. Flickering. Take a few bottles of spirits on the pole leaning against the bar, and as natural as drinking water under the intestine. I can think of little flowers,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], they themselves would silly smile.
  miss sometimes is a terrible thing, it is a burning close to the soul. There even is brutal. I always must have'm a grown up child. Breast is tender earth give way and the impact each bitterly. I need to have a comfort, even knowing that is a scam, I am willing to dig. To find. Cherish the present owners, I think even the world will give me a smile.
  Since love is both giving and have to give your favorite people, in the end is a dedication. Is a free, or a disregard, is to let go!
  orchid open waiting for the snow season, Yeah, that season.
  small pieces, I will come back.

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