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yxfbbiedtj · Wysłany: Sob 4:19, 26 Mar 2011

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On marriage, which can be considered a laughable topic. When it comes to marriage and we can not link. There may be a garden of love, but not necessarily see marriage Bainianhaoge, perhaps the marriage hall, was the most beautiful love to through that once. It did say: want to go out.
I wrote a tiny poem called Money can be described as another version of the older generation. I think this is the reality of social Moral Degeneration true portrayal of love and hate, while compact enough to be summarized into two images, a wolf a dog, two verbs, a break for a run in two directions, one into one. I am here to declare in advance what: I do not have the money alleged to infringe the copyright of their predecessors, I write poetry, he wrote the novel. If someone says yes, then let me take the liberty to recognize him was my first teacher, I was his student better. In fact, I have long worshiped him.
these words are purely literary factors. Some people may say there is a fictitious literary composition, does not prove anything. But literature is built on the basis of life, no life, no literature. Even if there is no blood, no meat no some of the things hidden in one of the soul. This is almost sleepwalking, near misses, a head no tail. Throughout the novel
network nowadays, mountains, dime a dozen. In regard to romantic novels (novels is getting ready to say that fast food), the most brilliant eye is the eye-catching, but not seductive repose. See, when some pleasure, after reading, only emptiness left behind,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], lingering in the quiet lonely or filled night sky. This is should be and the fast pace of modern life, to people who are busy working, more young people who are growing them, most of them still in the turbidity of the state of the world, for better vision feeling full, Curious about the psychology of ****. Their love is just a hazy mystery. The answers, need to go through their own experience and thinking in order to find the most suitable answer.
This is the first mini-poems When each individual preparation time into the siege, like a In fact, the distance of this beautiful siege, or grand, or low, or mysterious, or false, may be false, may be really like, it is these people eager to come with a ****. A Everyone has such a thirst for knowledge may only be able to meet the physical, and spiritual slack a helpless sigh. Perhaps the city, there are flowers, there are weeds, a willow, there are streams, there are rivers. The poem on the reality, what the total to reflect that a person's **** is unlimited, to meet, but short-lived, when the novelty faded, the place is withered, is tired, is the old ... ... So, the door is visible appearance of the dog, ran away in panic out. A run, perhaps the trot, gallop may be, in short, the direction of the end point chosen outside. Before starting, perhaps there was some mental preparation, the heart has struggled, the pain too. As the athletes and would like the runway of life to fight a fight, no matter the final outcome. Since the flight out, so even if the panic over, nor the bark of a barking everywhere, old habits, to find the next prey. I wonder if this is a relief or regret regret, loved, hated, to pay off, harvest before, too pure, too ruined, and the two strangers who fall in love in love in the end, or be a wall to separate the iron wall of reality, tease is the mind over the network.
This is a kind of society? Materialistic, upside down. Mystery of love is destined not breaking through the blockade, those in the doomed man-made peach, money, plan the operation. I have an essay in his Century Lovers' This statement is reflected from the side of modern greed and ignorance, hypocrisy and cold conditions. It seems that everyone knows love rob, but real love in lover can not get married. Exile in the poem, is the Smile tear or two.