2008年09月04日
Glass life Bao QiZhen
Glass life Bao QiZhen
Read and " look for the dagger-axe of standing grain " in the sense
Those deep and eternal pains that thinking all the time, moving, sad, the happiness will interweave in the heart, fashionlifewill never forget. Find I of now they at chains,the getting getting number more already in scar that struggle once, no matter it has not felt either how to fiddle with. Those past events were all the glass in small, broken bits originally, refracted it in the past, reflected memory, but there is not an intact identical trace.
Really, life is those glass, broken, that was lost was in the past, the destroying of intact waiting time. Has reached the end of the life, how could they form the sample while coming into being? It had color that it was the glass in small, broken bits that only changed: It is those clear pains that dust is low-key, it is those passion that the red one is warm, the blue purity is that those are innocent, the colourless blank is those fuzzy memory I have seen the beautiful one in childhood from there, pale youth, quiet middle age. I saw intermittently years are yellowing, just like the long long ago diary, warm, also flavour that can not be sheltered from is prolonging all over the placely.
Chip of the life, the life in small, broken bits!
People's fragility was the fragility of coming from the glass originally. How can hope I stepping on in above gentle I, walking slowly, use method that slide, in order to reduce the pressure to the glass. Even in this way, will skim over the scenery in life, I am unwilling to let my glass be broken. But this impossible, we crying and shouting, can shake, break to pieces first glass come into being, it has a life on behalf of us. We have been in the flourishing this world. Our smiling face will melt the glass of second, it has proved the meaning that we survive. Sentimental for us, as we lose, as we are hostile to, as we move, the fragile glass should be by proving everything happening with a unique way, until we do not have, the glass is no longer intact too. It is recording a person's life out of the common, the feather turns into the delicate grains of sand, blown to the desert by the cold wind, mix, stir with thousands upon thousands life, the declining human world from then on of grains of sand flown upward, a lot of years later, nobody will remember that had once had you in this world.
Glass life!
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Read and " look for the dagger-axe of standing grain " in the sense
Those deep and eternal pains that thinking all the time, moving, sad, the happiness will interweave in the heart, fashionlifewill never forget. Find I of now they at chains,the getting getting number more already in scar that struggle once, no matter it has not felt either how to fiddle with. Those past events were all the glass in small, broken bits originally, refracted it in the past, reflected memory, but there is not an intact identical trace.
Really, life is those glass, broken, that was lost was in the past, the destroying of intact waiting time. Has reached the end of the life, how could they form the sample while coming into being? It had color that it was the glass in small, broken bits that only changed: It is those clear pains that dust is low-key, it is those passion that the red one is warm, the blue purity is that those are innocent, the colourless blank is those fuzzy memory I have seen the beautiful one in childhood from there, pale youth, quiet middle age. I saw intermittently years are yellowing, just like the long long ago diary, warm, also flavour that can not be sheltered from is prolonging all over the placely.
Chip of the life, the life in small, broken bits!
People's fragility was the fragility of coming from the glass originally. How can hope I stepping on in above gentle I, walking slowly, use method that slide, in order to reduce the pressure to the glass. Even in this way, will skim over the scenery in life, I am unwilling to let my glass be broken. But this impossible, we crying and shouting, can shake, break to pieces first glass come into being, it has a life on behalf of us. We have been in the flourishing this world. Our smiling face will melt the glass of second, it has proved the meaning that we survive. Sentimental for us, as we lose, as we are hostile to, as we move, the fragile glass should be by proving everything happening with a unique way, until we do not have, the glass is no longer intact too. It is recording a person's life out of the common, the feather turns into the delicate grains of sand, blown to the desert by the cold wind, mix, stir with thousands upon thousands life, the declining human world from then on of grains of sand flown upward, a lot of years later, nobody will remember that had once had you in this world.
Glass life!
Mobile POS|Contactless POS|Fingerprint POS|Credit Card Terminal|Point of Sale a good stat
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