The snow is falling, the wind from time to time to hang, temperature to minus cold to hide, don't want to talk. The sky cleared not see clouds, thought she was back home, just go on holiday. Kite and wind up in the dialogue, who has long been away from home, had to c travel and tourism news , then no worries.
The dead leaves away the butterflies stay on the window sill, bells swaying under the eaves, the two became the neighborManaged Network , often talk about the heart. Garden swing squeak squeak yo yo sound, even the cat just ignore it. Stone Ziyong Lu long tortuous, accompanied by flowers but pulling mess pace. The yellow grass had a sore, or how short of three small two. Once out of paper airplane now where installation, encountered rain afraid or not afraid.
In a daze, distracted, a careless about for a long time Beauty Mama , just in time for afternoon tea. Not far from the wire rod is out of the question, the electrician at does not stop there, then go home early today. Shadows crept into the room where, after the second, it also looks great. From the drawer pulls the wax candle, rare out appearance, complained that the packing paper almost the mouldy bud. The shadow hiding in the debris behind, is not to let the candle to find it, a fearless appearance, make people laugh at it. Stomach protest to instant noodles, only to find the left hot I made tea, not long ago just drink. Endure hunger to rest for a while, I look at the album, each picture will talk, when and where doing. Recall the scenes of the past, smile crept upon the cheek, imperceptibly to accompany me through many winter and summer. Is a "taste, oh...... Call it Beauty Mama .