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glfaured · Posted: Fri 0:14, 01 Apr 2011 Post subject: Shanghai snow, the long misty

rare snow, rarely seen such a beautiful snow. This is Shanghai, snow, light element by clouds. It is not beautiful in person, just a picture.

I have lost count of the photo you sent, or I secretly took it, I saved a lot of pictures on the snow, this is the most beautiful, it always makes I think of the Novel

first time to meet you, I say to you: You sent me one sentence: I not only know you can also feel the sadness of parting. This photo has witnessed the tears of those who laugh in the photo collection of affection like your brother, God gave me a family, and cruel to let me lose. And I still can not erase the special care of you.

have a very classic words any trust. This snow below, is not there something that obscure? Who can prove that my mind a way to not have any thoughts? How can I send you the sincere away? Deliberately self-esteem thrown into a corner, as nervous as Xianglinsao and his own added insult to injury [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], have you even until the unsightly black before they agree to give up. Now, I became the world's most annoying your loved ones.

you said, you wish your tears fall on your moment, someone to give you an angelic smile. I'm in the dark for you, numerous tears, only to see you smile. Loneliness, longing, melancholy, dark, simple [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], complex. And you like elegant, you do not like self-torture, all of which I enjoy from your words again. You say This photo and those under the text, you still left a faint breath.

Shanghai, snow, long wander. You put such a text written on the photo below, you never told me you like it, but you said that you aspire to the kind of pure tranquility. I think only white people like the snow to get to your heart, because we are always contaminated with the body of bad luck you do not by worldly soul. I blindly insist [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], my selfishness, hurt some of you already trust me, you put yourself wrapped in a cave deep in the snow filled the air below the wings to find the pursuit of the faith.
I have no reason to greet you well. In your favorite books, I read this sentence: things, in fact, I doubt you are all right, my curiosity and selfishness that we cut off the family of the culprit.

snow in my memory has a collection of full, maybe one day in person to Shanghai to see the endless misty snow, do not know when you are not already I've let go ? Do not know when the snow will not be so quiet?