I was a young man nothing exciting, I'm just a no life Benniao.
not dance, not finger-guessing game, not make-up, will not fight quarrel repair View of people face both ways, not plans, will not rest, will not love their concern for others; not Couqu will not make fun, funny cats birds will not feed goldfish caught crickets. . . . . .
not hide view, will not and partisan, will not pass the wife tongue, do not stab; not fickle, sea fishing is not gold, not splitting hairs, do not add to the people sick. Kidnapped frustrated when others will not be adding insult to injury to the person wiping the wound salt; his brilliance, it will not cocky hang a red flag. . . . .
will not say to not talk, do not beat the dog, the chicken will not be scolded. To all day, alone on the crowd, confused somehow forgetful living without light is not salty; to spend months and years, independent of the world, worked hard to live happily rush gusto.
This is the life of me, which day would imagine, would make a beautiful bright dreams, you will write a small painless itchy articles and whatever songs I just listen to words, is that by his students said to innocent poetic good chic good teacher.
is precisely because they will not do anything, so everything in life I had to re-learn from, because of their own to live an ordinary man, it seems that themselves and true to the world.
always wanted to head up out of the crowd, so that my back both printed a full compliment of eyes, always want to forget the others in silence, forget yourself, and let all the restless days are dust cover, always wanted to love someone, do not hope he will soon understand that people always want to keep an innocent, they often got into his own net weaving, always want to enjoy the quiet evening alone, gentle, green shady quiet, melodious frogs, but always have a song lingering in the heart of Acacia; always want to gently waved play back the secular, swing back sorry, play back lonely, but I still can not get rid of flowers on the wane Xie who have everything is open. . . . . . So, they really want to miss cool miss detached flat, so those who want their own self-righteous contempt for mortal eyes, good hands and want to own a net end to Huanxi those who have been deceived soul.
broke up with her boyfriend in love, he sat in car windows, large eyes seemed to look forward to what I was stubborn mouth closed until the train slowly away, the tears just could not help but cross-flow, wet platform, are also considered chic, emotional thread that is immediately cut off.
chic is chic, without pretense, without affectation. Knowing that his own hurt, knowing all too ordinary too plain, but still have to live according to their own method of life. . . . . . Written on the faces of young and sometimes goes brighter and haughty, and sometimes hung with confidence and stubborn, and sometimes printed with playful and witty, seems to know everything and all offensive; seem to see through everything and contempt for all; seems to have everything and lose everything, nothing do not want to fight to get, but for the flat light of life.
nothing exciting but also smart, you say?
not dance, not finger-guessing game, not make-up, will not fight quarrel repair View of people face both ways, not plans, will not rest, will not love their concern for others; not Couqu will not make fun, funny cats birds will not feed goldfish caught crickets. . . . . .
not hide view, will not and partisan, will not pass the wife tongue, do not stab; not fickle, sea fishing is not gold, not splitting hairs, do not add to the people sick. Kidnapped frustrated when others will not be adding insult to injury to the person wiping the wound salt; his brilliance, it will not cocky hang a red flag. . . . .
will not say to not talk, do not beat the dog, the chicken will not be scolded. To all day, alone on the crowd, confused somehow forgetful living without light is not salty; to spend months and years, independent of the world, worked hard to live happily rush gusto.
This is the life of me, which day would imagine, would make a beautiful bright dreams, you will write a small painless itchy articles and whatever songs I just listen to words, is that by his students said to innocent poetic good chic good teacher.
is precisely because they will not do anything, so everything in life I had to re-learn from, because of their own to live an ordinary man, it seems that themselves and true to the world.
always wanted to head up out of the crowd, so that my back both printed a full compliment of eyes, always want to forget the others in silence, forget yourself, and let all the restless days are dust cover, always wanted to love someone, do not hope he will soon understand that people always want to keep an innocent, they often got into his own net weaving, always want to enjoy the quiet evening alone, gentle, green shady quiet, melodious frogs, but always have a song lingering in the heart of Acacia; always want to gently waved play back the secular, swing back sorry, play back lonely, but I still can not get rid of flowers on the wane Xie who have everything is open. . . . . . So, they really want to miss cool miss detached flat, so those who want their own self-righteous contempt for mortal eyes, good hands and want to own a net end to Huanxi those who have been deceived soul.
broke up with her boyfriend in love, he sat in car windows, large eyes seemed to look forward to what I was stubborn mouth closed until the train slowly away, the tears just could not help but cross-flow, wet platform, are also considered chic, emotional thread that is immediately cut off.
chic is chic, without pretense, without affectation. Knowing that his own hurt, knowing all too ordinary too plain, but still have to live according to their own method of life. . . . . . Written on the faces of young and sometimes goes brighter and haughty, and sometimes hung with confidence and stubborn, and sometimes printed with playful and witty, seems to know everything and all offensive; seem to see through everything and contempt for all; seems to have everything and lose everything, nothing do not want to fight to get, but for the flat light of life.
nothing exciting but also smart, you say?
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