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<table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" width="100%" class="forumline"> <tr> <th class="thCornerL" width="22%" height="26">Autor</th> <th class="thCornerR">Wiadomość</th> </tr> <tr> <td width="22%" align="left" valign="top" class="row1"><span class="name"><a name=""></a><b>yxgaxjlywf</b></span></td> <td class="row1" height="28" valign="top"><table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"> <tr> <td width="100%"><img src="http://picsrv.fora.pl/xeon/images/icon_minipost.gif" width="12" height="9" alt="Post" title="Post" border="0" /><span class="postdetails">Wysłany: Śro 12:08, 04 Maj 2011<span class="gen"> </span> Temat postu: Kite-flying days are over _</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"><hr /></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"><span class="postbody">Kite-flying days are over <br /> <br /> <br /> kite-flying days are over <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ** <br /> <br /> dusk, a long train wheels rolling with heavy white smoke slowly shook left the originating station. <br /> infinitely beautiful sunset painted the windows of red and gold. <br /> she sat near the window, black hair in the sunset in the quiet like a flowing river Rouhuan, become increasingly delicate white skin. Handsome face as clean as snow, if you ignore the background at this time you will think that this is a fantasy land from the angel. Blue eye like a pair of youthful looking straight out the window, eyes deep and melancholy. <br /> did not return home for many years, to set foot on the soil as if your feet become warm up, seems the sole remnants left behind. Looking at the place feeling quite a lot of people have changed, the pace of docking place for a long time, but always Maibu Kai first step, it is close to his homeland even more cowardly! Sandwiched green field of corn in a wide flat road, straight towards the village, high and low variations in tile homes lost in the tall buildings grove of poplar trees, leaves, twigs strong hint of the gap can be seen in the corner of someone's roof. Tulip dragging suitcases walked leisurely, not her not want to go fast, but it changes around a few years to her dizzying. Abandoned factory into a bridge nursing home with water and fish, several elderly people wear a straw hat holding a fishing rod smoking a pipe quietly; dilapidated primary schools and now the collapse of the farm became the red walls and green tile. <br /> in the smoke and how much memory is unforgettable in it? Everything evolves over time. <br /> him? What happens to him all these years, remember her? Memory, he is always so sunny, stubborn, headstrong temper. I remember when you had to leave their contact tulip to tell his side of nearly all the friends, determined to contact her if he could know her a little message asking, but no! Maybe he'd have life episode forgotten. Forget Ye Hao, childhood romance is over, just like a kite off the line as the wind was gone, and still keeping the broken line do? <br /> an idea, tulips seem to have figured out, took a deep breath, stopped at a red lacquer wooden door. Evergreen tree on the left of the lush foliage is higher than the roof, the soft twisted paper wrapped with green leaf compact little space, layers of leaves are dotted with several flower scattered red flowers, evergreen trees bloom? It was found near or in red plastic bags tied into a blossoming red flower. To a non-flowering trees is not expected to dress to the nines for someone else, only grandma. <br /> Yu yard is not big in general, there is the courtyard of the points. Long-term care due to no one backyard to grow a lot of Indus actually, over time become a Kobayashi. It is said that famous in the troubled years was wholly unknown, and now left with a shabby courtyard of this. Frame the front yard greets rows of melons, the huge leaves are hung with large and small, prickly cucumber, looked across the fence looming shadow of a man shaking. <br /> <br /> that figure set off around the foot of the Guayang out slowly, his head a certain pointy straw hat, holding basket with cucumber, shoulders draped a wet towel do not know has always been wet or soaked in sweat. She's back as the years pass more and more close to a hanging hook scale, loose clothes trembling in the wind, hear the cry, and hurried down the basket, walked in front of woodenly for a long time the tulip. <br /> the heart. <br /> That is still strong rough hands, never seem to stop himself, look at this small farm house spotless, and the yard of fruits and vegetables are over sixty years old this masterpiece. <br /> evening after dinner, moving a wooden bench sitting in tulip stout Laohuai stripping trees and grandmother peanuts, while chatting with the home change. <br /> ! <br /> tulip head down, listening to suppress a heart problem but do not know how to open, looked up her grandmother several times finally. <br /> Just remember, <br /> <br /> the. Tulip eagerly waiting for, <br /> <br /> shook his head to the hands of the living. <br /> tulips would like a little reminder that my grandmother was suddenly stopped, his eyes suddenly filled with wrinkles stretch, eyes wide open and seemed to grab the memory of the tail, muster as the balloon inflates, <br /> <br /> opened with a wide smile, <br /> <br /> childhood dream? Who would like her to see the absurdity of such a young divine it? Grandma helped a little frame to peel peanuts. <br /> sound. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ii ​​ <br /> <br /> dead of night down, your heart do not know Where children. Mothering Sunday was originally to accompany the return home can be your grandmother seems to have forgotten the original intention, did not actually want to shadow some of the things, filial ah! Tulip Mirror this slightly tired looking face ecstatic when a personal video flashed, she jerked back, <br /> <br /> Only her backyard that bursts of Indus, all remain the same. She clearly saw a figure in the mirror flashed, turned round to have nothing. It made her think of some horror films are often shot, could not help but crawl, think too much would be more prone to illusions. When it began to rain late at night, knocking in the backyard of the Indus, the successive ticking seems to have become her dream of substrate, floating in front of a lot of catkins, with snow white domesticated hen's normal. <br /> asked. A boy on the hillside to gather a large bunch of daisies in hand, <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> yellowish boy touched the girl with short hair said with a smile: <br /> <br /> , driving rain handsome figure in the emergence of a prominent bridge. Shed water down his fingers, he was as motionless like a stake, he was the person behind the hysterical cry, <br /> <br /> how in the end you had? Why are you always avoid me? <br /> ! as before throwing her body to the heart, as if a crack. <br /> rain disappear. <br /> hazy mist that handsome figure still stood, the rain seems to be disseminated around his stubborn and lonely. Greater the rain. Tulip awakened by the sound Indus rain, only to find days has little light,<a href="http://www.mbtlaarzen.com" target="_blank" class="postlink">mbt laarzen</a>, but the more and heavier rain, large involuntary thought of her memory of the cold and pain. There are some things that they do not care much about, in fact it's buried deep in the heart, every night when accidentally pull out of his own torture can not breathe. So fine, and went to see him, even if not a rainbow after the rain, do not break into the disc after the cocoon does not matter, the important thing is to find the key to open her heart was. <br /> <br /> <br /> Xiyuan is built up of rural planning after the neighborhood, every family almost the same as the housing layout, flat streets wide roads, and new flowers in front of the farm tools</span></td> </tr> </table></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2" height="1" class="spaceRow"><img src="http://picsrv.fora.pl/xeon/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="1" height="1" /></td> </tr> </table>
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