You know mother is doing the do?

 One, I asked the small years: You know mother is doing the do?
Her without looking up: writer.
I am glad to ask: Do you know the writer is doing the do ?
she replied: writing a book.
I was too HIGH, and make persistent efforts to: Do you know what you mother write?
She nodded, and down the sofa, took a shelf accurately I to write the book, pointing to the I: Where swallow?
I say: go to the south. (This is clearly a book from her to see or listen to the songs, because I can responsibly say that is a big spacious house near the site, once it gone all the common birds, of fish, kingfishers, egrets, Pulsatilla ... ... have never come. I have not seen very much doubt the real Little Swallow on.)
She said: ah, spring on the back , the birds go in winter.
I said: No, sparrows not go, they are resident birds, swallows are migratory birds.
She said: ah, my mother went to work, are migratory birds, toot (one yard children) and parents are all here to work, they are left to stay (did not catch resident)
me ... ... the wound and let the tears flow down.
three small lean years, I am very anxious, on She said: every year, you eat more, gain weight grow taller more.
She shook her head: No, I do not gain weight.
me anxious: how it can not gain weight?
she replied : mothers are low fat.
... ... which I do not open the tender spot pot ah.
I induced: grown mother so good?
she continued shaking his head: well, you want to lose weight, reduce to me.
(What is the brand of the times. it is. We have entered a whole are > Fourth, our chat sign, she heard, and asked us: What is my Block?
I say: You are Aquarius.
sister do?
Taurus.
she heard , a note of.
next day, I am pleased to say to us: I am a bottle seat, my sister is the snail Block .-- Do not say, I think some of these blocks even more lovely.
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you master, I have GMAIL on the inside with WINDOWS LIVE MAIL, I found the screen on the right, in addition to GMAIL addition there is a [GMAIL], its content and GMAIL is exactly the same. The problem is that it is total volume (about 2G, right), so I deleted it. delete finished, the computer is still running as usual ... ... but I am guilty. ask about: Who knew it was what? in the end I have removed what? how is no longer let it out.
I thought: Bo spacious to bear such a total number of mission: First, the Post article; two years, posted a small photo; three, advertise - I have to eat Yes; Fourth, ask various life problems ... ...
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Dear readers, I have asked this question is very serious.
words, the first two months, I bought a big down jacket long , in the store bought brand down jacket does not often - but China is so big, there must be a lot of brands that I do not know.
everything is complete, there are tags, an indication of how much per cent duck down, so.
just now, I passed a building site - I am now the residence is an island, surrounded by the demolition site, accidentally broke your clothes, I found: not a hair inside. is that, very ordinary cotton fiber.
I looked for a long time, unless the technology is superior to the now, can be completely made of cotton-like down, otherwise this is a padded, and certainly not down jacket. < br> bought has been a while, invoices have long gone, I guess to fight is not very realistic.
So my question is: how not to open the jacket of the premise, to determine which is down? < br> Another feeling is: The Chinese people are really too much. everywhere lie, and all are false.
a fake egg, the three together milk, cottage all, there I met a fake down jacket.
Lin,
sense, Hai Zi is mortal.
the happiness of his simulations is: Grooming, chopping, global travel, leisure nothing very concerned about the growth of crops, or sea view rooms, with spring blossoms.
In fact, only a few days ago with my friends in MSN, sigh, and said finally bought a small six-ring outside the home, long way from the sea, and in his pay off the loan before the non-he , this time to say live in history, are funny. The first is poetry can not be bought, a Tax but that Luoyangzhigui, two thousand years ago, the poor, difficult to have dignity, whether it is guaranteeing poet or just eat those. Then, the poet is a Leprosy boat on land, is somehow a monk in sensual field.
- naturally, this year, most of the poets is not the case. I watch gossip poetry forum, than sex photo shoot Humen also powerful. poets compete for fame and fortune together, much more ruthless than I am that ordinary people find, but they are On the one hand the strong and that is the weak one. winding Bonsai, which means it is sick plums. artists often are. , toured the outside, trying to - is probably the first time, want to send clothes and laundry. so simple act of mentally retarded, actually she did not inflicted. Finally she mailed home the dirty clothes, wash your family brings back.
no earning capacity of the people, whether it should not survive? or say that's just not survive. write system, good teachers and friends, good love, and Zi, not the same good fortune.
death of the Gods is a very natural, so after the death of Hai Zi into God. His poems, many people have become a favorite QQ signature. I'm more than once, in the bar, in the wild, the campfire, heard some low and slow to read out: So membership by the death of poetry alive.
if he did not die, he will slowly stop writing it, to work, make money, because of who, like all of us gain weight as ... ....
poet s death poetry eternal life, while the poet and poetry dead alleys, which is better, no one knows.
my family and friends, after all, not a poet, I'm just a reader indifferent.
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in memory of confusion I had scribbled, and then in retrospect, but also Mok Ming Si of the past month, by Jun Jun on color loss.
the end of life is that her college career
If a four-act play, then he is just the first three screen extras A students B students, to his formal appearance, is the second half of the fourth act, too hasty, too late to any plot of the.
start graduation day, she brought the drawing board last one out, blow up the sixth floor of the design studio, has long been sit in a room full of water splashed Nothing. She stood in the doorway holding the equipment loss, Utah is the early spring weather, she knew, vest getting wet. in the corner there is a flat voice: side there is a vacancy. in the selected this one. payable to encounter his generous laugh, that instant, the earth shaking, five unsettled.
her seat is on the window, she likes to block wind without shelter and blew in, a kind of vigorous momentum, but no one had remembered the window, again, the drawings do not brush on the layer of brush is also gray, like Young and old overnight. at noon down to dinner, down to half, suddenly remembered, folding the body go out into the rushed upstairs. After him, he leaned way, quietly, just say a few words: Naturally, a kind of settled. She is a talkative person, surrounded by people coming and going, what to say have been forgotten, Doudi surprise, only to find the dining hall has long been empty.
down the hall empty only the two of them, invariably have quieted down, it seems as though every breath has echoed the general undercurrent flows between them. I do not know when, he withdraw from the sky: > engineering girl like her so much crude it, everything will be gone, small pencil eraser, large triangle, curve board, she always find a deserted heaven and earth, always in his side plain words: ; do not know is how you learn it over four years. 跑跑 ... ... how to sing out ... ... not nice? , turned around, people heavily to the case on a V, Zuijin as a result. been a long while, I heard a whistle from the low and high, since the ringing in his direction, melodious, the twists and turns to that, even hum in which she had just songs. She thought: the sky, people's heart could not help swaying up and should go fly a kite weather ah. in the afternoon she got mad the window.
just think about it. One day he suddenly said: Riverside Park to fly a kite, right? he clearly felt his eyes, Phi slanting rain, the gentle dripping. Her short hair, not cover her burning red cheeks. She said: emergency effort, but the sky like a kite so much sea spray. The night slowly forced to, getting the crowd on the beach to go empty, their kite flying high, became the lone eagle. He suddenly took her shoulder , breathing near the ear: The crowd, bright lights, could not open her eyes, turned around, the night that Shen Nong. He stood silently beside her, said: hear the gravel on the beach at his feet crushing to ring, or light or heavy - lost to grasp, is his feet or his heart?
Somehow, they are then rarely seen. job stress get to the bottom, and fell down on the shoulders of each person, are busy, time is not on getting connected, she's always out when he, unwilling to turn over the pages of his drawings, lead marks are still new - perhaps, but a separated half the afternoon of the morning.
sense of loss or the so-called inevitable, and sometimes, no big difference in it. she wanted to.
the summer of that year more people by surprise. work in every possible way flow, and she was slow mind unfinished drawings, drawn to the design room to the time, opened the newspaper, her first thought is the wrong table: all the lines to be deeper silver configuration has been designated as Shen Nong iron, and all have been completed on the label, schedule in the lower right corner, fill out her name. her eyes again and again touching the strange TV drama writing: when he painted a full amplitude of her drawings, when he so neatly, strokes, fill in her name, The experience, the thoughtful, encountered, she did understand.
corner table and put his message in this, she thought would only fly the kite Suddenly, to fill in , but just a blank paper .-- no feelings, what is not blank?
graduation day, graduates crunching auditorium formalities, she met him, full of words, to ask his whereabouts, it seems gratuitous, too busy. He stopped her hesitatingly: a long time before he raised his head, radical turned away, he shouted back: In falling in, as if through a sad rain Street. From then on, in her life, those silent, constantly withered white flowers, has become a symbol of separation.
exceptionally hot summer for her very tired to do anything, she was lying on the bamboo bed every day reading, sleeping and waking in the gray in between, stand exposed to the cool bamboo slip, she would unprovoked heart sank, and remember, in the early summer evening, he had held in her shoulders, large hands cool.
Lanlansansan in over a month, one afternoon to report that her unit, only to go home, the mother told her: half an hour ago, he called. she was changing his shoes for half a foot on the red toward the telephone, the phone is his family: the four forty-five.
cicada boom slamming her head exploded. roll around the heat, but little by little she really think that is cold to the heart to go. At the moment, she finally admitted that the past month homes, in fact, to wait for his call, his phone has really come, but in the end is missing.
she raised her own dry eyes, look out the window hot August muddy blue sky, hear the faint sound as if the aircraft.
that time she will never forget: January 17, 1995. four o'clock or so, she woke up from a nightmare, tearing and collapse, as well as He looked up the face of faceless, bloody blooming one after another ... ... the phone rang too earth-shattering, and she jumped on the bed: busy tone, a rapid heartbeat was like her, and wheezing.
work. sweeping, open water, tea, chat, turning the newspaper, suddenly, his party jumped into her eyes headline. ; her hands involuntarily force, more tight, the newspaper : he died he died he died.
He was all her mind and waiting, but did not mention, never said, no one knows. She wants to wine, tobacco, tea, and even poison, all bitter, pungent, astringent, poured down from the throat, and then burst into tears, screamed, threw things around ... ... But the feelings did not happen, but blank Yes.
that year did not snow, but it never seems to spring will not come until the afternoon, she passed the square, the zheng zhu. plaza sky, flying butterfly, centipede in the fly, goldfish in the fly, so much so many of kite flying. the sun shot down sharply, and his name as quickly as a small piece of glass shining, and she watched in silence, knowing that, it would only fly the kite is never coming back.
four years after graduation, her first class reunion, noisy hotel where are familiar figure around but not at first recognized. She suddenly stopped, who is the voice of who smile, in front of her: All of a sudden avalanche, avalanche come down on her bottom. She was just calm, smiling: to the cup dry, experience and thoughtful, words actually mixed a lot of Japanese. He smiled apologetically: . His whole body inadvertently touch of exotic flavor, so strange, she did not record the participants are, and in the four years of his life.
the four years of her life, then why should he touched. whether they are such as bath fire phoenix reborn in each other's world, some of the event from the life, no longer important?
warmed to ask the students living in Japan, he was talking about: Every year, the boss will ask the staff meal Once named vision. She smiled a toast to him away from King, and then close your lips - how many times year-end parties, to forget all the old?
letter I asked her all the earthquake, he smiled.
; me? I was dreaming about on their own in the sea, the sea Akira Akira ah Yeah, shake me to wake up, just sit up, suddenly burst and shake the house, I sat down to instability and, perhaps tens of seconds of it, stopped. and then, boom slamming, especially
sudden noise outside, as if we all came out, ran outside, someone shouted my name: 'Are you all right?' I said, 'okay ah . 'I thought:' What can I do. '- do not know an earthquake. Then, shabu, all of a sudden, on the quiet, little voice is gone. had wanted then sleep. a look at the table five points more, that is about it. in the bathroom to wash manager, I was also kept strange, how a person can not see. One out, surprised, tramway in the air, even if the construction, that does not mean it ... ...
bend forward all the people laughed their heads off, she laughed the loudest.
out of the hotel entrance, is more deeply quiet, chill for a while on the Bay, she unconsciously winced, a ring off her hand gently on the shoulder, his voice Shen dumb: by telephone, you do not receive. played two phones, one for home, a ... ... to you ... ... you have not received. He faded in the night the figure. street light outside the window. She finally silent, said: One spring day, when she saw the sky fly kites, will recall that once belonged to them, that support lone eagle.
quietly driving a taxi in the night, the lights suddenly come and go out the window Yau, a dark period of the Ming and , displaced into the vicinity of stars, like so many years of waiting at the roadside, in the silent flow away.
- they love this life, this is the end.
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small shelf before in , back a smile - just like a knife to mention self-reliant, proud of his success.
aunt's description is: > pink sweater, another on the face, the beautiful Little Red Riding Hood.
wear a lot, like a fat baby.
In fact, over the years the small, normal baseline weight, height or lower in value. < br> I am discouraged to think: she grew up, would be a height 158, weight 40KG of the girl.
O Great God, let her long high, fat some - but not to my level of fat .
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said Leo born queen ... ...
I do not believe in signs - except those that I have nice things.
other, non-said I was > She followed him, it tasted more bitter. The couple are my classmates, the distribution of school year is not good, she can return home in the capital of a civil servant, to him, with some inland provinces to the backcountry. he was disturbed an engineer in the state-owned enterprises, something was her parents to borrow money to pay her compensation. his Ph.D. study in Beijing, she was alone for the stranger in a foreign land, is a single mother holding a marriage certificate. He got my degree, received the New York Medical House of hiring letter, said that men are kites, beyond a certain distance on the fly, she really can not family paid so much ... ... at the two problems is that it is not a male to female to male at the female; I Kaoyankaobo is to improve yourself, you support me there is to your wife by her husband; you block me, afraid I do not bright future you are selfish, only consider their own.
deficit was still young, she was not an infuriating able to come up on the spot died vomiting blood. She wanted me for her justice. I will comfort her, can not That smell does not recognize the man, then there is some truth: the family that both of them, because the same purpose at a time, so decided to cooperate, a community of interests. This community thrive, so the differences of interest between shareholders, this ... ... enterprise too normal too.
about the times really are different. Love is no longer the burning tip of the tongue, vows if not black and white with red marks Ministry of Civil Affairs is the shit, Qin Xianglian never quite arbiter, yu 'd say: down the drain.
wife paid a lot of time, thought about that, right? they simply try to think: out. the child is your hundred percent, with DNA as evidence; but her husband, once the separation is that passers-by; home, once destroyed for nothing. the so-called pay, sometimes as an e-mail, the sender is Full of Song of clouds cut, the recipient received, may be just a bunch of gibberish.
I can only said to her: Obviously, you appeared in the non-governmental organizations operating direction of the question. how to do that? Do not ask I asked professional managers. perhaps, read the MBA, do anything they want in the world over five hundred people who do not know how to respond. But you have to understand, not growth stage the child has a father, is for the children, or that for their children; want to keep their marriage for themselves; love him, but also willing to wait and sacrifice, in order to fulfill their love. that the market prospects of remarriage not good, forced to compromise to keep this one, still is - for themselves.
something very ugly when naked, like the Pink Skull, or beauty but also on the toilet. This is really a naked time. < br> tag:
one, Praise Canon in D (Acappella choir (Gospel))
cappella choir version of TV drama London)
David London's Sixth, special Fort Harbor (French) Allan Vermeer
French chanson
seven, Aquellos ojos verdes (Nat King Cole)
black jazz singer Nat King translated as or, more lingering a little, known as the century of Latin American song of the world.
second, relief (Chris Garneau);
Chris Garneau's )
fourth, NOW we are free (Lisa Gerrard & Hans Zimmer);

fifth, the way we were (DAVE KOZ)
David Coats's - but the style was too Shutong.
sixteen, pray (Cecilia)
Cecilia's error, Jiuzheng in an expert)
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blog post in the hair before, I re-read it again. writing what happens with the mood, another vivid.
even slightly to emotion.
how much I enjoy writing, because writing is such an honest thing.
many dark secrets, all the gorgeous fantasy, if I live, in the meal, and abruptly told the friend, Some people will probably laugh hack, the other was grinning to each other, looked at each other.
can not say all this things, you can write - although far away pocket turn to seven virtual reality three, to be vague, But I am optimistic that: people who understand, understand nature.
do an honest man, really good.
I gradually in ordinary days, learn to laugh off the question, pain do not speak do not ask, do not tell, do not listen - that eternal stone the three monkeys, to be my idol. because I asked, but also not the answer - if I asked: I am fat? I want to hear, and the other do not say - Have you ever loved me, you promise me, is adjusted from the beginning part of the atmosphere, or in the middle of it from going astray; and I said, he did not listen, do not understand or does not believe - I was very angry when asked: ... , I can heartily say that unrestrained manner, as long as a man willing to listen and understand, and I did not put in writing.
are a frequently cited as saying: me.
womanhood - a small gradient in the Christmas joy in ... ... I am a Queen