when the platform covered with snow in my life

 When the platform covered with snow in my life, not the message the current line return date, have been formed when the ice of my cry, when I had a chance to say I love ... remember waiting for you? When I travel on the road worn figure, towering in the final heart when I collapse in a foreign land, a military uniform when I Angmazhangsi, when my chest rose spray Fighting ... How can you forget waiting for me?

war period, a broken. Rolling fire and smoke filled the Kangle Yao and absorb, as always, wrapped in paper An Ningxiang swallowed. Vessels in the clear water around the old sections of the Yangtze River Delta, and now only the east faces of the people. Expedition troops a year ago, the court, all the strong men in town have all been pulled to the front ... and wet solitary, drunk on a little drunk. Prostitute's stunning is not applied, a woman, Yi Mei elegant, captivating, and distinctly Jun hope go, just like painting the human. The furnishings inside the house as a year ago, under the couch, his shoes through her sewing, willow round table, he left half of the chrysanthemum tea, and even the wall of the oil lamps, are the day he left extinguished. She did not relatives, with the enchanting sound cosmopolitan dance masterpiece. That day passed Kangle Yao, and she met him, he bought five thousand two hundred freedom of her life. She no longer icy aloof from the world. Gossip bear attacks, patient factors, natural and unnatural knifed torture. He was cleared for her life savings to support themselves willing to till the fields; his infamy for her to bear Bu Xiaozi inherited enormously wealthy man decided to give up the giants collapsed; his shoulder with her Dangqu honest all injuries; he still let the sweat She worries clothing. Their feelings, full and tireless. He said that pumping in front of the willow shoots, he will come back. Now has a green willow green again, come back one by one people only hear the bad news bear. Her loneliness and fear to survive the day to day. To wait and when he can go horseback riding flowers, into her unlatched Chapman? She heard women gossip, breaking free speech, life experience unknown unknown, the woman Buganbujing entertainer arena, look at her facial features a pair of hook people knew that it must be a broom star. Because of love, she put up with indifference, not material wealth. Because of love, waiting has become a style, has become no regrets. After he left, she was no contact with people. Men dare not, women disdain. Year, the first time her eyes floating colored Wyatt. Mad smile suddenly turned backwards, pacing the house looked from the furnishings simple and orderly, He stretched at her tone. She is not scared language, Dengyuan eyes straight at him. Back with her instincts. No tears, shed tears of so many days Now how can all stand in fundus Liu Buchu come. Light wicker front of the name of window frames, black wind blowing from far away, with the taste of blood, with bitter temperatures, her whole body frozen. She did not believe, can pack in front of the body is indeed a departure that day put on her hand for him. She held out her trembling arms, and that people have ducked. She got up and went up that road look like a sharp knife, Insolent Xie Xiao, sharp and deafening. Silence resumed as a house. Only a small breathing, what about, paddled her razor-like skin of the body. In his shirt in her letter to find a fuzzy stuck, stained with blood. words, like you're happy. My dear, do not cry, I'll be there, waiting for our next cycle. She laughed, a relieved and calm. She drew first met him, red makeup, drinking a cup of poisoned wine, graceful dance movements, singing songs that day. Past conventions, she close, and he is not one she had gone to the horizon can not?

Modoribashi demand side knelt a thousand times a hundred years of the next ten thousand kinds of clear sultry Mui drunk to spend his last exchange with the bonds of the same side of the world. If the world can not be with him, into her soul will be falling, with the eternal cycle of rain sinking into the sea. Life, allowing her with faint memories of past lives is Modoribashi side Meng Po painstakingly on him. Love across the hundreds of millions of years of time and space, she finally was removed to his century. Safflower, her name in this life. Even if history can be a temporary sleep, and reincarnation of the everything they could wish attributed to silence? Safflower, that he can recognize? Early blossoming open smile, curl Tingting posture, speak in every classical temperament, she is almost ideally all women dream of glory. While walking among the clouds of peach, red flowers in the spring there is always a long wait makes no taste. Some say that she narcissistic, it was established that she proudly larvae. Her smile, exposing a deep dimple. Remain silent over the world to find another him. She remembers, in his left cheek, but also as deep as a dimple, Gel-like. Senior year, safflower met Jin, Wei resembles more of the face, in big crowds on the dance stand out, to highlight the unscrupulous as the crowd, captured the attention of safflower. She walked up to the Jin said, I've seen where we are not? She looked forward to his love belongs to her flowers. Jin smiled, revealing two deep dimples. They really love the dim during that sprouted in the opening remarks. Jin is with her flowers, take their common topic, share their common joys and sorrows. Safflower no father, Jin Chong hangs on her in my arms tired, my father is your father. Red flowers nestled in Jin's arms, smile, simple as tapping on the window frames of the first ray of dawn. Graduated that year, safflower agreed Jin proposal. Of course with all the progress, and a lot of things happen is always caught off guard. When Jin Honghua see the moment his father, the noise suddenly froze the air, she felt an instant surge in blood flow, there is no expected warp the touch, only those heavy piles of the past, as the ancient city of Loulan disappeared, solidified deep in the sands of time. For the mouth of the She noted that a similar sinking with his dimples, or as good-looking. Only the passage of time, his face weathered the years studded with solitude. His eyes fell on the faces of saffron, a second, turned to Jin, Yang into the warm mouth of micro radians. Appearing before the eyes of thousands of saffron silk Wanlv fragments of memories, the overwhelming plugging in the chest. Ling Luo, brass shirt. Bluestone brick old well and small bucket out of the quiet collision response, and drizzle the red paper umbrella in the hold up. Safflower wet the eyes, sharp burst of sorrow over the heart of the rapid, sudden severe chest pain, tight, waist straight hair littered, headed in all directions, like the night of the undercurrents, the long out of desire to want to pry rivers. Moment of collapse because of fear and become long, she heard the sound of the wind whistling in the ears, a beautiful woman standing on a stage, Painting, and lips delicately, throw off the chic and elegant long sleeves . She heard the crowd broke into thunderous applause,UGG bailey button, and his kick hit the road to stay out of date sound.

3 篇

smile as the day has been unable to restore, when the memory of everyone and then unable to create a seedling, who still remember who he is it? Waiting to swear, waiting for the back, waiting for all the sleep into Yilianyoumeng, is also re-awakened the dream of each other.

finally through the vicissitudes of life,bailey UGG boots, but only to search for past life left behind in the dark stuff. Safflower lying wards, along the back of a cold droplet of a confused confused melt into the blood, the other hand the fall of the Jin in the two warm palms. Silence all around, outside of the cloister are immersed in heavy and deep breathing being. At the end of a figure from far and near, he came to see straight in front of her collapsed, he inexplicably could not sleep. Across the window, saw her sleeping face was pale and innocent. She did not know, then just to see more of her, he fell fall athletic, nearly half a century ahead into the reincarnation cycle. Knew the end would be an endless desert, she still regrets soul died in the World will not be charged also blessed Nie Yuan? Safflower shouted suddenly startled, eyes closed in the nightmare of struggling with him and nurses rushed into the ward. She finally opened his shady tears, shadows save move, she saw only him. Look so bleak, so soulful stare, he really revive the sleeping miss? He gently sat down beside the bed, safflower, you have to get better as soon as possible, and I picked out your wedding day. Just a few words, with scattered to the moon, cold through her heart. Jin, I love flowers, you have to take care of her, you must be good. Despair, such as ash, so like for her happiness or disaster? Twenty years to Jin, he endured a failed marriage alone, lonely, a man clubbing, discretionary points cigarette a glass of wine. Love silent sway the late spring. Occasional prostitutes in the fun, as if so, was worthy of his lonely feeling. That day, he had overlap in their faces to see the face of red flowers, blooming slowly. He drank frown, Adam's apple up and down. Cup light staggered, brightly Shuoshuo. She decorated the heart of the lonely dance, alone in the dark, the flowers bloom and engaging spirit. Cruising in the eyes of a lonely Jian, met her eyes searching phase. Safflower wrapped in an instant heart full of beautiful timeless, dusty, not failure Millennium trembling. The sea, drank, and finally only light drinking, and meet in the tipsy feeling, drunk off folded stack of words. Embracing dance, wine and song, they whisper the topic has nothing to do in romance, unfamiliar with each other's familiar. He thought he really was drunk, drink deep shallow drunk. All fall as cigarette butts, starting when it is doomed to the fate of the ashes, there is no choice but to have fun burning. Rumors spread like wildfire cold criticism. Lonely birthday lively meeting, safflower see him deal with a variety of skilled interpersonal, still used a little trick to see him, see his lips to be sparse in the chaos, there is no sense Chajin start their own eyes stared reveal a puzzled expression. Conceal the eyes of the fleeting desolate. Jin. Safflower looked up and saw Jin Yang back the tears to the eyes. Seven similar face, is the same blood. How to choose, is a fatal injury. Safflower, how can you not speak, safflower. Safflower. Loneliness of the night, safflower quiet turned and disappeared in the Jin eye could see.

4 篇

hopes crumble to bits like leaves, and bud-like fate had to beat the rain to break up any bar, whether the threads of fate tempting from the tangle where to start?

break up, still not the end. The story is not aligned like dominoes, and slowly extended a little bit misplaced. Almost no gossip rumors, and some just miss the last time. They put down thousands of ethical feelings aside selfish desires, each choice is out of love. Looked up, sigh, there are decadent taste. happiness is the greatest wish of my life. Recall past life vows, he promised to watch thousands of reincarnation and she will be placed where? Honghua Zhang a mouth, did not speak. That day he drank a lot of alcohol drunk in the saffron side like a child. Yi Tan seems to gently, like a falling rain decline in hovering, can not resist whispering, a question, and instantly lost the strength to stand, came crashing down, not just belief in pursuit of thousands of years, more of a thousand containing immortal soul. That night, the number of red flowers called the Jin. Is the time to cook a cup of coffee, full of roses holding Jin will appear in front of saffron, had to wear for her favorite ring. Light radiance in the fingers, eyes hidden deep in injury. Jin affectionate look at flowers, flowers, you know? Without you I'm really not used to. Went up to hug Jin Honghua, it felt like her baby. Jin felt hot while on the neck, mouth slightly Yi as Rose in full bloom. Safflower, Thank you for choosing me. Until the coffee has cooled down, the dust settles. Wedding Ruqierzhi. Pure as the petals over the floor paved Jin coagulation leading to knot hair with red flowers red carpet hall. Guests clouds, fireworks filled. He said the safflower, beautiful! Safflower turned bright red lips across a beautiful arc, like late autumn The red dye spilled his feelings. Safflower how do you cry, Do not worry, I'm here. She looked up and seen through the eyes of infinite loneliness of his. Spent a whole summer that moment faded. She picked up the inner-century vitality and roll up his arm, towards the end of the hall Jin. She heard the breath of the blessing, to hear them tell how she and Jin is a good fit. She was holding him, feeling the whole world only to each other, marshes, and she only willing to put the wedding dress for him. He took her ideas swing, memory, under the placid smile undercurrents churn. Second second time forward, she found myself Qiruoyousi, she remembered Sansei Meng Po Shek vow before, she saw Jin stretch their arms. . . Safflower exhaustion turned to his last effort, Her lips slightly obliterate laugh lines, two lines of the clearest tears constantly hanging, hanging. Qingchi like ripples in the very light, which is a beautiful and vertigo, which is a permanent manner. Memory, such as slowly opened the picture, as those of the past as falling from his heart finally whipped out, staggered confused with reality. View thousands of ups and downs in his muddy eyes. He saw a breeze preserved everywhere between yellow sleeves Review smile is a girl, exposing his left cheek on the beautiful pear Vortex, soft at the child, long hair flying. Close your eyes wet with tears of snow white long saffron yarn. She looked on his knees, one hand slightly raised, he suddenly hanging down, and then he saw her eyes light dissipated. What he heard what his inner voice of fragmentation and despair surging roll up and flow into a river rushing spring water waves, buried her dead. Jin picked up the saffron onto the ambulance. Petals wind scattered over the floor, heavy rain, who is nowhere to hide the tears? Going against the wind, his blood petals dance in the sky, the stopped. Zhang Xiangshou articles

safflower, temples white wax residue Hong best life, the afterlife wasted, flowers, empty trace.

arrived when I know the limits of life, I feel so so sad, not for my soul to be dissipated, but because I have to leave, yet he was a man in exile on the lonely. I know that when he turned in front of me a little bit sixties, I could not accompany him to grow old. I want to give him half of life, but could do nothing. See his loneliness, to see him suffer, bear patiently to see him smile, there's sadness, I can not do anything. I can never achieve his expectations of me, I will never give him happiness. When I came down, the more Wei hugged me, this is the first time his life to hold me, close to the past life of the most cherished warm, I am happy to laugh. I saw the tears on his face,UGG boots clearance, I want to wipe out his hand for him, and then told him, become more, you must be happy to live, to love yourself, to try to accept a person is willing to treat you. But I really have no trace of powers, unable to pronounce the sound of Huameiyuewan to, I could only hear the thunder behind me dense, vigorous collapsed like a city skyline. I know I'm going, I thought I heard him call my name,UGGs, but I have to go. I saw him look into the distance, looking in that direction I went. Honey, I'm sorry, I still make you sad to leave. Heavy rain. I smile, looking at the decline of his soul turned into flowers, faint trace strands of scattered. When the wind blows so cold, the sky Falling petals scattered, and I know he likes to see the wind falling every now and look. So I tried to lengthen the time to stay in the wind, as he jumped on when the last dance, the last time I let him stop it, until the cold air drained my last trace of color. If you can, I want to, so that the residual Fragrance Fun in the path he must pass through every day, even if they have been worn into mourning. I want to, I leave, can take away all of his loneliness.