Years to go to the South

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Recent always sleep at night, sleepless nights. Sleep after that dream again, no peace.
The next summer, continuous rain for several days, cleared up is the blue sky, spreading the joy is not absolute. Walking along the street, with occasional heat waves hit, more time is the sea breeze blowing, walking in the shade, it is cool.

Other vehicles, as usual, is using a mobile phone slapped the light of day and kapok, the backlight is not always along the same light blue.
Fat blue who would like to say, the brightest time when the original is not clear.
I do not know how that sentence would keep in mind.

And bell shopping in Pandora He Naicha, then take the human tricycles to her house.
Time as Manyou You have a moment think trance is in Chengdu, is draped like a tricycle Chuanjiezouxiang.

21 floor. Body at high altitude, the wind more and more large.
We talked of life of some gossip or trivial, exultant, the see is smiling faces. I helped her make up bag strap, very quiet moment, I head down, each stitch of make up, and she occasionally spoke.
4th floor. Sun shines into the bedroom and living room, we sat on the sofa, I cook the mango sago for her to eat, she ate the look of cheer.

So sometimes I feel, at certain times in life have such a friend of Xiang Pei, is more than good.

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Often read three-three of space, and some of her classmates and friends to chat.
Miss some of the passing day, some friends of missing each side, some of the beautiful vision of the future, I believe that each life will be with each other.
I had done so too. Since that time, still, and once inseparable friends separated, they fade.
Have a different life, to know different people.

From After graduation, students have not participated in a gathering. Plus several students and alumni group, a couple of years like a day of diving silence. Is not that also can not find the words.
Zhang did have a fresh young face, are now infected with vicissitudes of life, right?
I just miss it enough.

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Long hair in the waist, though summer, also used as dressed. Sudden whim, her hair all combed up and tied into a pony tail hair is too straight slide, finally brought to a circle, bar-bun.
Saw herself in the mirror, as if a changed man.

For several years, are in the habit facial features buried under the fringe that it can cover the inside of the face.
Once, the bangs cut to a minimum, less than a few hours it extremely sorry to speak, not cover the eyes of the emotional, easily revealed.

Some people say I admire the perseverance of the text.
Help laughing, never think that it is insisted, but of habit, with written records in a fleeting feeling.
So many years, I gave up a lot, gave up painting, calligraphy to give up the practice, gave up running, give up the flute and guitar.
Perhaps not entirely given up, but did not stick with it.

Today, only text, and they love to see them pouring out of their fingertips Yi Zizi, but also to see their time in the gradually yellowed not see.
Now the years are in the south boundless, the gentle insistence makeup does not change, like North Korea to open the evening off the Althea.