most of the time, he liked to bury his face deep under the brim of his hat-he would not raise his head until someone touched up a conversation, so that the other side would appreciate him a little. That sexy beard and blue and melancholic eyes;
it was an age when Mexicans did not want to be Hispanic. He didn’t want to get involved in the war between the rebels and the KKK. He had no friends, in his eyes. There is only gold;
he waited all his life to bury his past self in this coffin, "I forgot how to love it many years ago, and now it sleeps under the cross in the cemetery", he faced that half Inca Said the woman whose bloodline can grow into blonde hair. The heartbroken tone can't help but reminds of the sad sigh left by the man from the White Camel Mountain: "I have heard people say that when you can no longer have it, the only thing you can do is to make yourself not forget. "
Gold entered the swamp, the woman was in danger, and her hands were beaten to a third-degree disability. What's more terrible is that he doesn't have social insurance. But just like the ending of all lonely heroes, he rose in anger and slashed his enemies, and then walked away in the background of the yellow earth, leaving behind a revolver hung on the cross and a wasteland. The heroes who are constantly praised in the swan song.
He is a wolf from the north, his name is Brother Qiang, and the "D" is silent, just like the "H" in Beckham.
Upon hearing this, the poem wrote a poem to prove it: After the
incident, he wiped his clothes and hid himself and his name deeply.
The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the strong brother is strong.
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