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33455 2008 年 07 月 07 日 12:13 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (0) Category: Original Literature
; almost midnight, I lay in bed quietly reading a half. As if fully engaged in the role of the book. Hazy,
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I grew up in a big city alley,
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happy occasionally remember that time when the encounter is far more children live to \\They always make a small blackboard removed,
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this way, day after day, year after year, I was time to pull big years. Although I can not afford to have recalled how in the little alley where, that moss and what it looks like the children, but in my mind,
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back to reality, they find that life is this: people always have their own Siyi space. I pick up the books have been falling, but also ready to meet the new tomorrow.
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