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How far are you from me How far are you from me

noreply@rsfblog.org (li) — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 12:20:00 +0100

How far are you from me
How far are you from me now?
I am like in the forest of the dense fog,
Debate the clear direction,
Do not see the distance clearly.
How far are you from me now?
As I hung up your end of the branch all of my trust and happiness at last,
You bring my trust, my happiness,
Have gone it's very kind of you to say so game.
You will be careless,
Forget it in a certain corner,
Then reduce me,
Spirit becoming that dark night.
I.e. has already rightly conquered the evil spirit of a disaster party,
Will remember to practise abstinence from meat and pray to Buddha soon,
Don't smell of fish secretly!

My most loved person

noreply@rsfblog.org (li) — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 12:20:00 +0100

My most loved person,
Happy every day one is kept at the gate of home,
The first opens the door for me,
One is embraced,
One is kissed,
Let me become and go home the most impatient person from then on.
My most loved person,
Keep at my side constantly,
Will not get fed up, will not be boring,
Fill-up whole a lonely space with the laugh,
No longer long at night from then on,
The quilt is no longer ice-cold,
Let me become a reluctant to be away from home woman.
That most loved person of mine,
He regards me as it,
He regards me as the ground,
He regards me as his everything,
Any enticement is unable to gain leaving from my side.
--Even the candy which he loves most.
All can not compare with in my happiness around.
He makes me perfectly willing and oily and oily and aslant and aslant at his side,
It is not in fact that he needs me very much,
But I need him even more,
He lets me feel oneself is
--So strong and is needed!

The woman spent as the dream like the flower

noreply@rsfblog.org (li) — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 16:40:00 +0200

The woman spent as the dream like the flower
One says, come over on weekend, take you to see the peach blossom. He speak words this, exactly I annoyed on miss adolescence in mountain when the plum blossom.

I know, in the place not far from his residence, there is forest of a stretch of peach blossoms. While passing by bus in severe winter, the flower has not been in bloom, has only seen that ten thousand qings of withered branches, imagine the scene when full of the flowering, have already made me completely relaxed and happy.

In the colored sea liked placing oneself in the midst of that one by oneself. So ,,I always say it is my best friend in spring. Always can bring me far too many pleasant surprise, after an oppressive winter, unfold the mind open me. The plum blossom of the red red-and-white white powder powder, the peach blossom that the powder must make people enchanted, there is that golden yellow rape flower, I see each time every newly. Enjoy a trip to in the colored sea, bolt, watch quietly, then leave that smiling at Yan as flower before the lens. Incomparably satisfy! !

The woman spends as the dream like the flower, the woman is also like dreams. The flower is very beautiful, the dream is very sweet too, so sweet that even women are intoxicated among them. But the flower is apt to die, the dream is also apt to wake up. Then the women will always die in the flower, the dream will begin to stand up in alarm while waking up. Years are years after all, stream-like years!

I am pacing and withering in the flower, the border that wakes up in dream. Attempt to catch this single straw, let oneself continue dreams, continue beauty, it is proud to continue, continue past all alls --------- But I am fighting alone all the time. Time was not my friend from then on, it is drawing me as some people, is dragging me, attempt to draw me to one " Destroy " . I believe too they will win eventually, and I will be beaten in a contest in this war at last. meshowfashion

Do not have peach blossoms? The peach blossom has been thanked, there are a lot other flowers. I think so, yes, wrong this kind of flower is in bloom this season, will still have different kind open successively of flower. In summer, in autumn, include in my winter called oppressiveness too. The flower passing by season after season is in bloom, the flower is held, the flower withers.

So I think, should not describe women with a kind of flower, but describe with the flower bursting forth ceaselessly throughout the year. The flower passing by spring, can go to summer and go the colored there, magnificent equally; Then reach autumn flowers, and then reach winter flowers. The flower that the woman will never wither in this way, it is beautiful that will circulate like this forever. Burst forth the different beauty, give out different fragrance.

The woman spent as the dream like the flower

noreply@rsfblog.org (li) — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 10:35:56 +0200

On your right

noreply@rsfblog.org (li) — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 10:34:44 +0200

On your right

Nearing head that can only be shy

Full of worry and vast and hazy of the new life correctly in the heart

On your right

Do not dare to see your eyes

Full of your revering and appreciating correctly in the heart

On your right

Tell the worry and worried

Full of your trust and gratitude correctly in the heart

On your right

The expression in one's eyes stops staying in your direction once in a while

Full of your curiosity and supposition correctly in the heart

On your right meshowfashion

Do not dare to think how long it is future

Full of because your emotion and yearning for in the heart