Girls in blissful silence, just quietly watching, look out the window of the clouds swallow, look out the window the trees, look out the window of the People's Bank of rush. It is thought the girl love the scenery out the window, but never left the house. And that window is the girl to the world channel.
When looking at the time that the girl will give birth to the imagination, everything out the window influx of girls in the eyes, brain. Later, when she was alone in the deep of the room, her fingers flying out the next one will beat the text, text such as notes, singing in knowing about the time and space, text, such as elves, dancing in the deserted silence of the night .
In fact, the girl did not know what the representative of that window, in her life,Discount UGG boots, what is the point. But that window is fascinated with the girl, always move in the footsteps of inadvertently put the window, quietly watching, looking up or fell down. The fact is that window will be the key to open and intelligent girl. As long as the window by the door that, no matter what kind of material, are attached to the ideas set out into the mind sees.
life, we rely on the windows, and the achievements of the girl's legend. Open window in the door that, the mosaic nature of the poetic, strands of hanging meditate,UGG boots cheap, love rain. One and one, one after another frame, simple and solemn, ethereal and poetic, Chun Zhi and honest.
If yes, I thought the story was read. Similarly, a beautiful woman, night and day to rely on the window, staring out the window of the atmosphere, watch the love of life. When one day, she saw from the window of a clothing wearing a blue shirt in the lean men in Canxia walked from the window, the girl deep black and her eyes wide open eyes, her love of orbital living. Since then, her day waiting, day after day, waiting for the arrival of the man, from the distant sunset slowly came to her window, turned the corner and then approached her. Accompanied by her lonely time, with her singing Weimei poetry, tie beam for her beautiful flowers for her crowns, her gentle string together such as the waterfall-like shiny black hair, carefully guarding her soft. At that time, she was his princess, he is her prince. He always time in the sunny sitting on the grass holding her soft chant verses large trees to give girls the most noble and most pure love and feelings, dreams and hopes. Finally, the girl's feet to stand up from the dark, he dreams of her achievements, she also interprets his life.
It was a touching story, the same, that is a Weimei love story, the prince and princess story. Blue Dream is a wizard-like windows on the fly. You took me from flying thousands of miles away, fly your window edge, waiting for you, I am obsessed with you, day and night waiting at the window, with my long mournful silence, and finally usher you If the faint light, clear and warm Ruolan jade Oi posture, the smile handsome wind.
distant, and another Qing Ji figure standing in the window. The thin girl,UGG shoes, quiet and silent, never hi lively, never hi argue, no matter where they go, she only dreaming of a window. Everyone is busy in the play, her only that to find a window, leaning stand by the window, looking out the window. School and if so, the car and if so, home is also true. She did not know why always looking out the window, always inadvertently, the body will involuntary move windows, seems to have become a habit, so she seems born. The window for her irresistible temptation to tell the quiet Margaret has not attracted her to a mind set in a window in it all behind her Yaoge horizon.
time, looked at the story, then head out of the thin dense ambiguous figure of quiet, the silence of the people children. The window style is always the temptation to thousands of you, will you not help but have always embedded in the window and into the scene outside the window into a clearing in the King years. Suddenly, it will be a sense of loss, the growth in my long time, I never find the window in the feeling of loving to share quan is indeed the years I grew a deep regret.
until now, thinking carefully, I also like the windows. In many, I have always set the lazy body powerless to the window, silent, as a ray of ghost hanging in the windows, leaning desolate Thinking back, thinking nothing, nothing to love, like embedded in the window, as that wind in the window, a shadow, a mind landscape.
I like the window, leaning stand by the window, very thick wind that the World Deluxe, the hubbub bustle, walking hurriedly. It seems that this world without me, I do not belong to this man. Dropped into the window itself from its landscape to landscape view. Is the time, who worth attention? Who have the thought for it? Therefore, the most is the sake of my very few Qing Ji, and desolate.
gently tramping, to lean toward the window. Thus, a window in that moment is mine. Or dearest friends, or fall down, or burnout snuggle. Breeze, Manjuan come Phi blew my face, stroking my ears, my hair from flying. Share of the dough cool to the touch so tempting to have my sink, like a permanent stand still in there, want to figure dressed in the wind into a Feng Ying. The smell may also be that the wind gently floated the faint hint of incense, light smell that the wind whispering in raving. That would be a dream-like landscape to some.
far to see a window, the window was covered with little piece of heaven, a cloud passed, under a bright sun clouds clear view. Housing, scattered, a dense mist mountains, a piece of grass, green grass, a lake, glittering lakes, a gnarled and twisted branches twine, with the same attitude stands still in the corner of the window, light dance among the branches of leafless, Wind wire strands. A world that is outside the window, the window of a painting, painting in the poetic quiet escape. Big Sky to a small to a green leaf, an insect on the leaf.
when I gaze in a window blurred meaning, that window has embedded itself in the outside world, the outside world into the window, with the cloth on the walls, in a gesture away Kuang Yuan Li house . Oh, so, I think I do not know when to see a text. There was a philosophy of women, in seeking the path of literature, always accidentally walked into the art building, and meet one of her windows that will always give her the art of deep quiet quiet frame. When she Yiyun literature in order to appreciate the perspective of philosophy embedded in the walls of the TV drama depicting the map sheet on the window, her sense of art than those who study art and fell down on the desk, the art students paint picture more Smart and art. Since then, she begins with the window in step onto the field of art. Out the window, Qiu Jin Qiu Yi Keke song is old trees, or flourish luxuriantly deep, dark green or black sheep bar, hanging widowed widowed sporadic twelve greenish yellow leaves, under the blue sky and white clouds, to position stems from cross-volley, straight into her eyes, shock of her mind.
If so, I think, I would not have so nimble and artistic vision, it would be dark and desolate in the window to seek my love. Maybe once I have been so romantic and quiet wan feelings, love to bring me a picture window at the same time gives me a bunch of love flowers, welcome a fresh appearance. However this time, I just want to use a window to times past set my shortage of love, with a window length of a gray tree, climb a vine, to open a small elegant tree flowers,UGG bailey button, hold up my emotions failure . At that time, a window in my life and the world is the channel, is the threshold of Qiu Ju. I will plant my heart put in the window, in the long life, the faint bloom my mind sees.
once, and I also have a window. It was a small wooden windows, wood bristling with rough, old dark green of course, damp and lush. But it is only Yibi loaded with wet walls and gutters of a ditch of water, the walls are always damp fern grows. Many times, I sat alone in a cool damp room, look out the window to the small wall that the wall wet, fern and moss down a long, slanting sway in the wind. By chance, a slender snake away slowly climbed the wall, or a mortal in the mouse running across dirty moss, beep sound will listen to the rain drops to fall into the ditch Lili, playing in the leaves, and then drops rolled down into the moss, the mottled walls along slowly shed. Time to sleep in that stillness. At that time, I will feel the years fall into the depths of their own, sitting alone in the quiet ancient gaze Langbi secluded among moss dripping in slowly, thinking that is my life, like moss deep, watery quiet, like wall quiet wet.
but ah, that a cool time of deep, deep in that window is actually a desert too wild too. Small that window containing no less than so many ponder and sorrow, but also does not fit that piece of faint Sky Sheng, and finally to be gathering dust in order changtae in the eaves.
life, never without my window, and never could not open my world. They begin, only faint sigh.
want, life, owned a window, open your my world. I Yiwei the window, quietly, the faint, read your poetic, read your tremendous loss, Yuen Man to read your style, read your travel-stained, tired sleepy nap, lazy vast, deep cotton away.
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