Prevalent in society today the words "red house does not fall, colorful flags fluttering outside."
In today's economic development, reform and opening up, materialistic age, the more exposed the less a man, a woman more exposed more. Especially those that no culture, no quality, early drop-out into the community of little girls, bare-chested, lest the greedy eyes of a strand of spring collection will not enter the eyes. The most pathetic is the appearance of beautiful, heart dry and needy people.
Love can be described in today's health has been negligible. After eighty are spoiled now, grow up unchecked. The saddest thing is wasted on a young girl may be called "uncle," the married man of the people. Some girls can not withstand the temptation of material, can not stand, "Hill no edge, of Heaven, and the king never dare," eachother, sweet bombing, and finally on the "pirate ship."
An old saying, "Son do not teach, the father of it," a heavy responsibility, first taught her the most is basically the principle of life, to become the standard of a gentleman, to how to determine the measure of a person's good or bad, to how to avoid the negative when their response. To learn how to love and be loved, how to obtain valuable, healthy love.
All kinds of small three children play in today's society, "Laoshuguojie, people cry" role. But most earnestly to persuade the parents, the son of a strong retention, the wife accommodating attitude to the situation ugly family fight to justice against evil, the last often are small three children ended in failure. This side of the fight back to the side, a small three children are not ashamed to loudly and roared: "I Ganaiganhen, What is wrong? God why I am so unfair?" In the end after all, can not withstand the social condemnation, all of media, and shaken, like a tree without roots eventually torn down, crushes, even their lives to catch nearly ...... come to anything, discredited, parents do face off prematurely.
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2010年11月22日星期一
Earthly life
Like the opera, in the very young, missed by the ground. Opera, a dream or fog, where I came from a desire to suddenly scared like dreams, it seems to touch, yet so far away. Gentle lyrics in the heart wound, I often revel in this song where I do not know where to return the body.
"Peony Pavilion", the Du sang, so plants and flowers by the people forget, life and death as people would like, then sour and distinctly no grudges ... ... off Guansui dove, no mess left behind lust hard, Suddenly the pregnant man hidden bitterness. Youth, at this moment, her sixteen-year-old youth, a sudden awakening. Such a lonely feeling, seems to have sort of struggled a bit helpless. That some views, but it is set Zhichitianya sixteen. As to our door, was invisible to block, should have the courage to open, we can see that things have not pay attention to that and in a soft soul. Du would like to say: no garden, it turns spring dash. Time flow day by day, morning, evening, was pouring from the glow, and from dusk quietly fade. Among all the Ran, and the smoke among the dream-like rain faint trace strands.
2.
Under the leaves the wind, the wind buffeting in the winter se. The remaining short branches, no one leaves. Minor knot mouth, you can see the hair slightly stuck, and each seems to have is a weak development. At the same time, a friend sent the green radish is grabbing about the heyday of life green. Subtle sheen can be seen that it is negative, the trend of the two fine lines too small, do not interfere with each other, totally without feeling in their respective extension.
Zero normal or extension carried out in difficult to distinguish. Many of the details of life in asleep in the change. As the voice of a drop of water into the ink, falling like a drop of ink on white rice paper will be how much effect the outcome, unspeakable. Brush was right, the left hand always clutching a mass of white tissue paper, ink into the paper, one will soon apply, dry. This action is not leaving any traces of, as some of the past and time. Some past time, as with the right hand, constantly writing, constantly absorbing the left hand, a lack of visible, while the left hand action so flawless and elegant look difficult to match the right hand action, but is so natural. I often think about the past and the time is so.Party Dresses|Juniors Clothing|Cheap ClothesJuniors DressesLED LightRenault can clipbmw gt1Aluminium Powder led lightSEO Services
"Peony Pavilion", the Du sang, so plants and flowers by the people forget, life and death as people would like, then sour and distinctly no grudges ... ... off Guansui dove, no mess left behind lust hard, Suddenly the pregnant man hidden bitterness. Youth, at this moment, her sixteen-year-old youth, a sudden awakening. Such a lonely feeling, seems to have sort of struggled a bit helpless. That some views, but it is set Zhichitianya sixteen. As to our door, was invisible to block, should have the courage to open, we can see that things have not pay attention to that and in a soft soul. Du would like to say: no garden, it turns spring dash. Time flow day by day, morning, evening, was pouring from the glow, and from dusk quietly fade. Among all the Ran, and the smoke among the dream-like rain faint trace strands.
2.
Under the leaves the wind, the wind buffeting in the winter se. The remaining short branches, no one leaves. Minor knot mouth, you can see the hair slightly stuck, and each seems to have is a weak development. At the same time, a friend sent the green radish is grabbing about the heyday of life green. Subtle sheen can be seen that it is negative, the trend of the two fine lines too small, do not interfere with each other, totally without feeling in their respective extension.
Zero normal or extension carried out in difficult to distinguish. Many of the details of life in asleep in the change. As the voice of a drop of water into the ink, falling like a drop of ink on white rice paper will be how much effect the outcome, unspeakable. Brush was right, the left hand always clutching a mass of white tissue paper, ink into the paper, one will soon apply, dry. This action is not leaving any traces of, as some of the past and time. Some past time, as with the right hand, constantly writing, constantly absorbing the left hand, a lack of visible, while the left hand action so flawless and elegant look difficult to match the right hand action, but is so natural. I often think about the past and the time is so.Party Dresses|Juniors Clothing|Cheap ClothesJuniors DressesLED LightRenault can clipbmw gt1Aluminium Powder led lightSEO Services
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