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Every time you open this picture , heartache can not breathe . Facing the sea, facing the sea , how lonely loneliness , how weak the hair, the back ..... how immense sadness , the vast silence of the sea,beats by dre, the lonely seagull suddenly away suddenly near , Diming whipped, Beat the sky , looking for shallow light loss , high and low , the rhythm . The Silence of the mountains, short and high , far and near miss , lingering sentimental spray skirt around the old drag around , and bring my lonely heart is disrupted , come and go, suddenly slow suddenly fast,monster beats, always sad Moment, laugh at my weakness,christian louboutin pas cher, criticized my feelings , until the tears in the face of clusters into the film, watching the horizon Yunjuanyunshu , limitless, boundless infinite , so that I could not rely on , lost his own sky, lost to Lose it, why not , why there is a coastal island, brown land, a beacon of sentimental , I miss the temptation to light a distant dream , the passion and inspiration lit lost , that is the soul of harbor thoughts of home , free ..... matter how much I love reading the heart ,casque beats, it is just a mirage .....
spring , but also reveals a cold , had to be taken less than hug the earth , walking in the street , alley , field , headland , hastily climbing branches, opening the Plum blossoming, and described the mountain is covered in green grass shoots , ah, spring has come, no matter how I dodge , no matter how I hesitated , but also a spring, The swagger has long been a grand scale , regardless , and my laziness and pictures , ignore my sentimental nerve , combined with a my -buried glaciers , sky, has been close to soft, cold my hair , pain me , cool me, awake I , even if no matter how stubborn , persistent , spring , has been spent , has been opened .... towards the sea, rise and fall, winter to spring, quarter after quarter , year after year , I do not know how much the spring of life , To how much love to feed ,beats by dre, how many thoughts to heartache .... facing the sea .相关的主题文章：


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And most of all, I will laugh at myself for man is most comical when he takes himself too seriously. Never will I fall into this trap of the mind. For though I be nature's greatest miracle am I not still a mere grain tossed about by the winds of time? Do I truly know whence I came or whither I am bound? Will my concern for this day not seem foolish ten years hence? Why should I permit the petty happenings of today to disturb me? What can take place before this sun sets which will not seem insignificant in the river of centuries?