Those ink, you have been skillfully painted in light sleep on the paper. Yun, from the branches of a plum, the stretch began, the extension of ... Zhankai ...
Who is the first of her dreams? Since spring when I was full of the plum blossom bud, you have time, I heard you through all of the natural chant, as the buds of the snow season, opened quietly in the lonely world; your nib of a bird Painting Flying out of a cage-like, over the azure blue sky, light ink cross drunk major contributing factor delayed the unlimited, all in the Xiang page outside of; a Mei, in the legislation of bone and flesh of the central points of the snow, Point of the wind heartbeats, a point of the painting outside drunk. I am a pure human nature in the warm and considerate, a universe different from the noisy and by the nature of the natural filter, purify completely, totally transparent a pleasure; I can draw is that those who convert to natural feelings, described by dust The color language, the magic of Hope's dream, you can trace.
I reserved to the Zhuzu Mei, clear reading of your eyes, where most of the thinking of most of the time shallow. You say, help me a poem title bar. I smiled, did not put pen to paper, because that poem in your picture of.
From your picture, I can imagine how it is a poetic and better world - the blue ink in the air, Zhu Zhu, one after another simple flame, crossfall Shu-Ying, floating Anxiang, Haoyue Xue Ying, On May Rui Chong, the entire people have been Ruran Long Lee Ching-ying. Tired, you have to rely on the Mei-zhi, Pang Yang and worry-free in yellow, pink, white, ... ... Qinglie heart and the exquisite red Xiangyingchengqu, as a flow of color ink.
So quiet, precious than gold, than the feather light, there is no pollution, no dust, a word, a painting, a good mood, in reliance on plum, bright open. I said that, I would like to have the audience it so.

What is obsessed with time here? How many lonely nights, in dark blue, ran through the blog? Here the length of stay? Why are so obsessed with here? Do not know that in the past, she never thought of them. Only know that whenever his lonely feeling bored, they will not help here.
This is her understanding of the network's first and only she was a girl called MM. I think of her acquaintance through, there will always fly fishes smile her eyes tip of brow, Chu Xiangshi those scenes would be in her mind Fan Yong, Huantiao in her eyes.
One day in 2005 one afternoon, she and her friends a quarrel, the noise is so popular he suddenly switch to a peak, said: The truce today, to introduce to you a friend, and she has the same love you, you There are certainly talking a never-ending topic, this is her QQ, she called Blue, you increase her. Is a series of numbers and then appear in front of her. Zhuanguo Wan has not yet come of her only when he is a fool her tactics, even when he flatly rejected: sample, the less come, not only on you, Moreover, what I would like to listen to you Of it? Not!.

At that time, I like to mother and vegetable, usually the evening, the sun is shining and warm, open fields Misan Zhao has a touch of flavor fireworks. Zhaicai side of the mother or the water dish, and the other side of the vegetable plots of both six-San Shen said the respective growth of vegetables, or what kind of expected the next step. And my favorite melon into two rows of beans between the aisle. The lush leaves of this city has a long and narrow green tents, even in the summer of 1200 there is also a cool, but not quiet. A slender be extended to find the beans, a simple and honest belly of a virtuous white gourd, foraging around the Fengdie, insects, small frogs in the mosaic in the years to hang around, yellow wax gourd, sponge gourd flowers, pink purple beans Huadu has become the object of their search. I sat in the green tent, while playing in the soil, they watched, sometimes mischievous to the seven stars of a worm from a leaf caught another leaves it a very difficult. I was still unhappy do not know what suffering in the world to me fresh as a vegetable field is never taken from the park.

That the material is relatively scarce during the production team at the always enough food to eat, became a vegetable cornucopia. Not only to ensure that the whole family to eat vegetables, but also some kind of sweet potato, maize, soybean, and other cash crops in order to make up for lack of food. Three meals a day, not all of a white rice. Mixed in the morning to a sweet potato or carrot Zhuzhou, is noon Silk sweet potato or radish and steamed together with rice.

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