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The last HuangZhong on the yellow withered like face hunger thin old man yellow hanging head, appear so devastation. Sleep in the past the memory of the sad, or that gradually forming the mottled, over time, whether also QiongJiangYuLou irrigation of the President of the bud. This road leads to the green, the everlasting too painful memory but as if still want to continue to sleep in ten million, but always can't RuMei tossing and turning. louis vuitton outlet

Last night, this morning. Tears lag dream

That a gaunt who accompanied

The cold wind alone sad. Keep

Let into the cold morning of a leaf

No chi no drunk the dancing in the sky

The mound of sleep in memory

To hold the footprint of the leaves will be

Through

Every time pass by the place, I'm always stood for a long time, with admiration. The mood of envy, staring at it, quietly stout branches, so all the year round, not stand summer swelter, also not the cold of winter. louis vuitton handbags

Let me be the most admire is that the leaves of the tree, always so silent and their contribution. Spring to bring people of spring, summer is good news to bring people a green shade, in the fall, and quietly down, and arrived in the winter, people took it to heating, even a word of thanks all have no, it is no complaints with the contribution of oneself only life.