Mei Niang's face was red scarf shiny red, bright red filled with excitement. Mei Niang Yangtianchangxiao, after being hit, the suspension less than a minute, they began to continue. Hazel waving throwing punches, a pause, and after a beautiful smile and gently turned back.
Mei Niang seems to have not had enough of wrestling addiction, rely on the ground would not pester them. Hazel spent a great effort, only to Lame Mother stood up.
Mei Niang Zi and palm hearts are filled with sweat, filled with liquid joy, as if waiting for a massive battle begins. Mei Niang Zi and restless, and eager.
Mei Niang lake generally clear eyes, blue waves, birds are flying long grass, flap flap its wings in the water lifted a layer Ariel. Slightly drooping eyes, vivid stereotyped faces. Mei Niang send inquiry eyes, the eyes have a short rise, like a peacock's tail.
Mei Niangshui: Zi, you come pick me up, right? Hazel asked who you are, how do you know me? Hazel bruising in the memory of Baidu in search, memory Baidu has shown that you find page does not exist.
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Zi Mei Niang gave a "poetry jiangzhou News", the fourth edition of the newspaper, a group of poems published Zi "trouble season":
One spring
Migratory bird feathers faded childish, torn apart kite lines. Pure singing children, carefree.
Out of the line of fetters, out of the mud kind of traction, lips velvet Mao Changcheng TANSEI grass.
Spring noon, the sun hot summer general.
Change again and again tonnage, hiking boots like a boat load of increasingly heavy draft deeper.
Sail pull ribbon ribbons whistle, do sailors do still bleary-eyed captain's dream.
I do not know the other side there is no fruiting trees,
There is no love like a baby crying laughing kite,
There is no beacon lights and neon tenderness blessing.
The two, summer
Walked for the first time taking a trip for the first time together peers. Cradle, nursery rhymes, mother weavers, the Department could not restless footsteps.
Stepped lips TANSEI grass, no one else left.
No stop sign afraid of what? Secretly watching her mother textile story. On the first trip of the plot spinning very vague.
Sidenote: that memory rainy damp cotton yarn.
What a pity there is no clear memory of her mother, ask?
Dark green dripping sweat season packed with cars. Red and green ticket, look at each one hurried pedestrians.
Shot in the eyes of anxious anxious eyes.
Where? Where to get? I ask you, you do not know.
Ter, autumn
Air so hot, so heavy footsteps. Wind no wind trace child nor consolation. However, the ocean is like a wilderness jointing is not calm.
Ramble is tremor seabirds.
Drink! Drink! Drink! Put together swallowed salty spicy stomach. Just move on rickety fall.
Troubled season, uh, one thousand kinds of trouble entanglement! Entanglement! Entanglement! Until verdant be entangled too orange.
Not to dusk, asking passers-cast cast urging.
Hunger and exhaustion intertwined whipping hesitant footsteps.
To the sea, to the sea.
Picking grapes go, no matter what sour or sweet.
The four, winter
Often projected on the curtain of the snow you piled on the Snow White fairy tale.
Longing for summer, such as pomegranate blossom in fur coat lapel edges. Cold and stiff wind, whipping rabbit-like disturbed heartbeat.
Cling to the idea stove intoxicating love letters. Stride foot curled into sheltered corner.
Really want to buy a red coat to you, set up in a ski jacket Antarctic expedition.
Open all the doors and windows open and had frozen as stone.
Windshield curtain as intensive billboards.
So be it, only looking at the pile of fairy solitary brutally whipped, heavy snow closed the door can only show you the curtain of snow.
An attachment Author: Zi, male, Chinese graduate university, Jiang City Youth Writers Association, newspapers and magazines published in the country at all levels of poetry, essays, novels and more than 30 pieces, won the Grand Prix 2 River City Youth Poetry prize.Celine Clasp Classic Box Medium Bag Orange
Hazel never believe idealism fatalistic thing, but like a mysterious witch Mei Niang Guixiao, clearly told Zi, Mei Niang has fairy-like see through his own identity, ripped through his heart.
Mei Niang said afterwards it was haizi an explosive secret hot vent, drain the stuffing. Like the men's semi-high-heeled shoes in general, when men perm, want to report partly concealed, become a kind of alternative fashion, just like today, like non-mainstream, just damp male influx of women who sought.
And this alternative, away from the city in a small cove, just rare. No wonder Zi one into the classroom, this explosive hairstyle, immediately caused an explosion roared with laughter, lasted a full three minute. If we laugh at Hazel under threat of fines, was the bar to drink stops.
The next class, there are still girls turn around Hazel, like watching gorillas. Unfortunately, there is not a fan of a say, or else, Hazel Rice Noodles can be opened too many fans.
Mei Niang did not identify with their full grasp collided this person is Zi, her intuition, try cry Zi, did not think the phrase, god Cupid shot in Zi, Zi is the prototype flew.