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Missing and eager to remember

Le 16 mars 2018, 12:35 dans Humeurs 0

The sky was dark, sadness was like the air, and my heart was overwhelmed. The eyelids could not receive the scenery that matched the emotions. The hands full of soothing legends knew where to find out the two red dates. The sweet taste of chewing was pushed between hearts. Man Yan, the original bitterness that can not be neutralized, is already the essence of the heart, and it is like a non-corrupted flowing water and an unruly leader.


The injured stumbling, like the freedom of a flap, touched the frame in a jump and touched the memories of the Acacia people. You are always impressed and surprised, squeezing your finger. The first time I saw you, I had a funny confession and said, "I like you," and you said to me "I hate it later." You always want me to grieve to your heartache, and then to move to your heartbreak, it seems that you have changed your heart. In fact, I was just your left hand. In your emotional world, I walked around with you, hitting the ceiling. But when you look back, the Hongxia in the west has lengthened your figure. The quiet Daoxiang is combed into your fingers and the parting figure fades away.


If you are willing to leave me and how willing, reluctant and reluctant to involve crazy, not crazy, how can we completely destroy the good. I couldn’t speak but said something with anger. “If you leave me, I won't look at you again, even if you re-coat the world’s rouge powder.” However, you are arrogant and reverent. "You better not appear in front of me, because even if you appear in front of me, it will not prevent me from thinking about you."


There are feelings of victory but ruthless long, such as the plowing momentum of the spring plow opened his heart, wash away the bitterness and pain of my unbearable. In the deep abyss of the night, if you go away from me, I would like to turn into a quartzite that extends beneath your feet. If you go away from me, I will surprise you to share with you. If you leave When I went away, how wide the sky that you walked was not able to escape my tolerance."


Missing and eager to remember, the moonlight shop is located in Hirakawa, which is about 800 miles away. It looks like this is silent. There was a dream that once told me that you were coming, but I really thought you were coming. I was thinking that you were coming. My heart was released like this rain. Actually, I have already gone. You just use Fingers conspiratorial in the rain, you will find more than a smiling face, I stood in this pavilion to look at your direction, but also seems to be waiting for your God's pen through. I miss you, my heart is warm, my eyes are closed and I can see you silly in my heart.


a series of shouts from the edge of the jungle

Le 9 novembre 2015, 08:24 dans Humeurs 0

He sent Ko S'la and the beaters on, and the two of them skirted the field and crept along the hedge. They had to bend double to keep themselves out of sight. Elizabeth was in front. The hot sweat trickled down her face, tickling her upper lip, and her heart was knocking violently. She felt Flory touch her heel from behind. Both of them stood upright and looked over the hedge together.

Ten yards away a little cock the size of a bantam, was pecking vigorously at the ground. He was beautiful, with his long silky neck-feathers, bunched comb and arching, laurel-green tail. There were six hens with him, smaller brown birds, with diamond-shaped feathers like snake-scales on their backs. All this Elizabeth and Flory saw in the space of a second, then with a squawk and a whirr the birds were up and flying like bullets for the jungle. Instantly, automatically as it seemed, Elizabeth raised her gun and fired. It was one of those shots where there is no aiming, no consciousness of the gun in one's hand, when one's mind seems to fly behind the charge and drive it to the mark. She knew the bird was doomed even before she pulled the trigger. He tumbled, showered feathers thirty yards away. 'Good shot, good shot!' cried Flory. In their excitement both of them dropped their guns, broke through the thorn hedge and raced side by side to where the bird lay.

'Good shot!' Flory repeated, as excited as she. 'By Jove, I've never seen anyone kill a flying bird their first day, never! You got your gun off like lightning. It's marvellous!'

They were kneeling face to face with the dead bird between them. With a shock they discovered that their hands, his right and her left, were clasped tightly together. They had run to the place hand-in-hand without noticing it.

A sudden stillness came on them both, a sense of something momentous that must happen. Flory reached across and took her other hand. It came yieldingly, willingly. For a moment they knelt with their hands clasped together. The sun blazed upon them and the warmth breathed out of their bodies; they seemed to be floating upon clouds of heat and joy. He took her by the upper arms to draw her towards him.

Then suddenly he turned his head away and stood up, pulling Elizabeth to her feet. He let go of her arms. He had remembered his birthmark. He dared not do it. Not here, not in daylight! The snub it invited was too terrible. To cover the awkwardness of the moment he bent down and picked up the jungle cock.

'It was splendid,' he said. 'You don't need any teaching. You can shoot already. We'd better get on to the next beat.'

Abandoned in the distance

Le 6 octobre 2015, 09:00 dans Humeurs 0

"I want to make you a promise. I will be a friend," I said. "I will treat you as you deserve to be treated, with respect and kindness 迪士尼美語 好唔好. You deserve that. Everybody does." I slipped out of the chair and closed the door behind me.

Jack avoided me the rest of the week. Proposals, specs, and letters appeared on my desk while I was at lunch, and my corrected versions were not seen again. I brought cookies to the office one day and left a batch7 on his desk. Another day I left a note. "Hope your day is going great," it read.

Over the next few weeks, Jack reappeared 迪士尼美語 世界. He was reserved, but there were no other episodes. Coworkers cornered me in the break room. "Guess you got to Jack," they said. "You must have told him off good."

I shook my head. "Jack and I are becoming friends," I said in faith. I refused to talk about him. Every time I saw Jack in the hall, I smiled at him. After all, that's what friends do.

One year after our "talk," I discovered I had breast cancer. I was thirty-two, the mother of three beautiful young children, and scared. The cancer had metastasized to my lymph nodes and the statistics were not great for long-term survival. After my surgery, friends and loved ones visited and tried to find the right words. No one knew what to say, and many said the wrong things. Others wept, and I tried to encourage them 迪士尼美語 世界. I clung to hope myself.

One day, Jack stood awkwardly in the doorway8 of my small, darkened hospital room. I waved him in with a smile. He walked over to my bed and without a word placed a bundle beside me. Inside the package lay several bulbs.

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