In the early morning, the kingfisher's chirping is melodious and melodious in the back of the shepherd's flute. The spark of love was sold and anti-dumped, and the two poles of the morning and the evening were in vain. The ripples in the bottom of my heart refused to be named, which delayed the flood season, and the outcome was destined to be only separation. If you want to slip, slip away, separate the sweaty palms of the temporary report, leave the jade-faced wandering soul who is idle for a ride, rigidly shelving the silent applause, delicate, shy, not obeying orders, cut off the jumping up and down jumping Slightly lingering. Accompanied by twitching and apprehension, stop and go, and fight and retreat, supplemented by deep breathing to sort out the disorder, wandering on the cross streets, drawing an arc that sees helplessness but not sadness, reserves mistakes, and misses the ones printed in the darkroom. fifth season. The sea of desire is shy, the emotions are inexplicably pulled like plum blossoms and arrows, and the accelerator is used as a brake, and the stingy door is regarded as pure, half-dream and half-awake, dismembered by the intuition of the entanglement, love stubbornly shocks in the distortion, eclipse, and disorder, Watching the night, waiting for another dawn. However, anxiety and timidity do not mean emptiness. Dream chasers have also tasted the intertwined taste of encouragement and torture. It's a pity that the spirit of resistance issued the order to evict the guest at the boiling point, and the courage of love turned his head casually, leaving the delicate brilliance behind him aside, making the freezing point the end of the day that everyone can imagine.
The glowing firefly glowed intermittently, each bright and one disappearing within a chi, and Tang suddenly greeted the deep questioning of the city. The exhausted person gave up eating because of choking, and only had a heartbeat and no mood. Exposed to the tepid sunshine, the hidden frivolity swept across the sky, only in this mountain, the depths of the clouds were unknown, and the rhythm could not be captured by the stillness and movement. Free and helpless, the cold face is exiled in the unrestrained, wandering in parallel, tailoring a set of ambiguous confessions for the looping anxiety and melancholy - I don't know. Saying "I don't know" everything, affirming the trivial truth with concise negation, just because I can't put down the word "know", and half-push it casually, to get rid of the illusion that hasn't gone bad. At the moment of the overlap, they were congenial and disagreeable. The tacit understanding who just came on the court wanted to sprint for a shot, but unexpectedly exceeded the standard and was sent off by a deliberate self-knowledge red card. The most delicate stubbornness is intertwined with the most delicate stubbornness, which is mixed with the most sober dazedness, which touches the bottom of my heart without any sound, but the result is the most plain candidness. The distance from each other can never produce beauty. The young heart is lazily demanding, faking a shot when it should be peaceful, and grabbing it when it shouldn't, love is mixed in this way, looking forward and looking forward, looking forward to the end of the world where is Guihong, It seemed like a stunning upside-down golden hook went straight to the empty stand, leaving the embarrassed posture of rubbing his butt after landing.
Love is a one-to-one semi-proposition "game of transposition of the naked eye". Of course, the feeling of position is "thank God", but the greatest mystery has to give way to "thank people". If trust can't be as accurate as a scavenger, The simplest allocation formula will also lose the ranking. Suspected that Sifan was out of loneliness, doubted that a few confessions were good at paving, and the emotionally erratic running was sentenced to offside at the time of penetration. The future has been designed, the lever has been revoked, and the advance deconstruction has dulled the pleasure of revealing. Although it is not groundless, however, the source of doubts is reluctantly recognized, and it should not be directly close to the place of feelings. Without the opponent's plate, it means inactivity. It is clear that the sentimentality of the psychic and out of favor has broken the slip knot and tied it into a dead knot, leaving the self-deprecating and self-proclaimed conscientious person caught in the bottleneck of love, panting but silent. Passion is hungry and thin after being fed, and picks the last tangle to make the bait unhooked and the gap burst. It is better to miss each other than to meet each other, rest intermittently on the edge of love, twitching to polish the eternal light that slides towards depreciation and exquisiteness.
Eclipse is like a strong kiss in the sky, bald and sour, nature takes the decrees of the gods to fiddle with the fashion of the clouds. At this moment, it has nothing to do with people, and no character will become a special existence. In the boundless pomp, black overturned the power of thousands of troops, engulfed the color of the pupils, swept away anxiety and fear, and stuffed elegant awe into the hot and cold mind, black and bright, without any Compromise is as bright and hard as marble. In the boundless private venue, black restores the riddled state, engulfs the complexion of Fendai, including gloom and solemnity, and allows Peugeot's coldness to fall into the ups and downs of feelings, black is clean and neat, no trace No procrastination, smooth and delicate like applesauce. Eclipse, this meteorological wonder flower freely exudes a delicate fragrance, mysterious and unique, so that the short-lived darkness is sometimes transformed into a long autumn wave, and sometimes it is devoted to superficiality. Parasitic thoughts can't be idle or moved, with a hint of absurdity, as if ink and spit have been blackened, and they are both implicated and indistinguishable. Behind the miracle in the blink of an eye, there are also traces of bad deeds. Gray and white sang the double reeds and held out this black, and gray and white gave Li Sao to get rid of the black. It came and went, and there was no return. After the rescue, the scene ended, the scene was warmed up when the scene was cleared, and the scene was laughing when cheering, and an extraordinary story about ordinary accidents flashed in twists and turns.
Cang is busy looking up, like a crescent at the beginning of the month - the first loss chapter: The curtains are draped like this, and Chen Ze, like tin foil, is scattered. The outside world seems to be locked up. At dawn, he is still dozing off, but his tangled heart is beating drums day and night. The electric fan is just twisted and supported, and the savageness of the meat grinder is scattered. The world inside seems to be under the talisman. When I wake up, I am still wrestling my wrists, but the heart of lifting the ban is indiscriminately grabbing. rice bowl. Vittoria was lying on the sofa, sunk in softly, the idea of breaking up continued to blow out, the love that was not guaranteed in the evening was like a piece of iron plaster, but for her, the skin did not fall off when it was torn off. Itching, leaving a pool of pale marks. Two people are not equal to us, Vittoria is tired of being heavy, soaring high with a low altitude, looking forward to flying to a tropical island to swim, rather than staying in place for the winter, trembling to release the large piece that cannot be pried or melted. Open frozen. Riccardo was faced with a decadent sweep. He was almost paralyzed on the seat, only kneeling on his knees. That kind of humbleness and sincerity cannot be found under the lantern on weekdays. The uncluttered desk supported him so that he would not fall apart. Men always want to save face after the situation gets out of control, Riccardo immediately bandaged the closed bruise, and let the romantic substitute who has recovered from the challenge challenge, but in the face of Vittoria's insistent retreat, his begging barrier is nothing but useless and bankrupt. Countdown has entered. "The fence is so tight that the wild dog can't get in", so he closed his hand first, "a twisted melon is not sweet", so he let go, the black long skirt and the white shirt didn't match up, and the large vase leaning on the side also appeared Top-heavy, full of eccentricities of poking fun at outrageous affection. I don’t want to make a cup of coffee to warm my hands and keep out the wind in my heart. I just want to walk on the street. I will be much more awake when the cold wind blows. I flick my shawl and brush the grass by the roadside. He Shifu was finally released after serving his sentence. The man driving catches up with the woman who walks, but can't win her heart, holding hands just to prove that he is safe, and letting go makes up for a generous and low-level mistake, thus shoveling the scourge of the typhoon out of the sideline. Vittoria returned to the ranks of the single aristocrat, redeemed her innocence and self-confidence, and she was free to find the fun she really cared about, and to enjoy what life gave her. Under the enthusiastic guidance of her neighbor Anita, Vittoria suddenly stopped throwing her car to keep her handsome and keeping mice infested. Graceful limbs, shiny collars, gigantic earrings, delicate wigs, minimalist wraps, in a mix of the most clichéd percussion and pristine vocals. The most primitive intoxication swayed in the middle, and only at this moment can such extreme indulgence be possible in the dark. After burning, washing the lead, the door opened, and she was busy chasing after the clever dogs. Vittoria happily played with the puppies, and the angle of opening her mind was just enough to allow occasional satisfaction. However, the senseless sadness still kills a carbine. The crisp impact of the flagpole is full of rhythm, as if it came from a distant country, but it can't compare with the echo of the wind chimes like the sea, the eyes are cold and condensed again, and the momentary agility is gone when I turn around. trace. Vittoria, with a trace of suspicion that she refused to surrender, reluctantly fell at the feet of the bewildering delusional person, sighing in the ocean, wanting to complain that no one could understand. Perhaps for her, watching some people sit quietly by the wall listening to jazz, enjoying beer, chatting, and playing games happily can experience a kind of fascinated leisure and relaxation. Maybe not knowing each other will make her feel safe. Feeling, there is no pretense, no deception, no suspicion, everything in front of you is so natural and pure, you don't need to go out of your way to distinguish the truth from the fake.
The golden crow loses its flame, and the jade elephant hides its brilliance - food and drink: In the hall of the stock exchange, bouts of blood red and tragic green set off a cluster of frizz, people are hoarse in the atmosphere like stone and gold, endless phone calls, running, urging, waving their arms together, Arrange a set of "Er Immortal Zhuan" that gathers a sense of manipulation and achievement. There were abusers, prayers, debts, bankruptcy, and the consolation was that an old man still painted flowers after losing fifty million. This sticky note does not mean that he has to use chicken feathers as arrows after buying sleeping pills, but he has to use a chicken feather in his hand to mix it thoroughly with a bucket of tar in front of him. When you suffer a blow, give yourself the greatest degree of calmness, deal with gentleness in your heart, and fight with the outside world naively. Maybe this is the prescription for a complicated life. When the pressure comes, you must muster your courage, and the more you press, the more powerful you will be. A floating mother is always a gap for Vittoria. The mother has no heart to listen to her daughter's story, and her daughter wants to talk several times. There is only sadness and obscurity. In addition to the loss, the pheromone driving force rushed to the horse and came to the emergency to replenish the position. The almost empty love was supported by the desire to do more. The suave Piero walked into Vittoria's life, and saw flowers in the fog. , The love journey of Mochizuki in the water pulls anchor and sets sail. The two young people habitually looked at each other with smiles, hinting at the possibility of development. They took every step in the phalanx of love, waited for an opportunity to strike each other in the box of love, and quickly pulled out a bald ray, singing one and one inch, how tempting it was. From suspension to resumption, the magnet-like temptation even blinded Vittoria for a time. When the drunken man whose stolen sports car was thrown into the water tragically died, Piero put on an indifferent and ugly appearance, showing no pity at all, but deplored his It's easy to count the loss, Vittoria sighed, but didn't take Piero's inadvertent cold-blooded seriously. This out-of-tune episode does not seem to point fingers in the relationship between the two parties, but in the band, the shadow of fading behind Piero's handsomeness has been irresistibly expanded. Before that, he had driven out frustrated clients and summoned expired girlfriends. The indifference was like the madness after a moment of silence in the stock market hall for the dead, and it was crooked with realistic and cruel laws. At night, the sunflower is inserted into the bottle-shaped lampshade, which is a bit enchanting projection. Vittoria, with silent thoughts or linear alertness, picks up the phone to check the truth. After the repelling busy sound, she responds hysterically. The only reliable one is still. It's a space in the dark. She, with blue eyes and a gloomy heart, covered the unsearchable vastness, she waved her hand and clicked Nodding, impartial; he, red eyes, greedy heart, surrounded by unsalvage desolation, backed up, shrugged, angular. Beautiful fairy tales are best when they come, or not, time changes space, haste is not enough, a big round stone pillar stands proudly among the half-tone couples, despite splashing water, whistling and amusing, laughing negatively Competing against each other, it is as eye-catching as a diamond ring, and it cannot be bright enough to fill the holes that are scrutinized and penetrated. Vittoria watched quietly, dragging down the obsession, while Piero peeped angrily, disturbing Fang Cun. The waiting on the street corner is exhausted before inflation, the absence of understanding strikes back at this node, and the index of love moves sideways, whether it is high or low. Therefore, the weakness under such a strong illusion seems to be a sign that the transparent and affectionate match will be slumped in the invisible rubbing of personality traits.
The tortoiseshell color in the sky, the rivalry between the ancients is vague - food is very chapter: In the apartment, the classical arrangement makes people elated, caressing the boredom and restraint, the two people who are suddenly enlightened and kiss in the mirror, lightly unload the spring light in the whole house, and then perform a "Marseille manoeuvre" between the beds, and then Another astute pass through the crotch, but it was too tricky to handle when it was halfway there. On the grass, the depressing scenery made Worry take the first step, and the wonderful suspense was revived. Vittoria's smile was bound in the wind, blurred and restrained, while Piero, who was planning to cut the mess with a quick knife, waited for the word of battle, but what he got was running away. declaration. In the office, the conventional style makes the simple become lifeless, the gorgeous endures the phoenix nirvana, the mask is slowly crowned, and the two of them imitate the old couple sitting on the road. Dress up laughing at the highest decibels. The hot and cathartic countdown is just like Bailey's beads, stealing half a day to spare, wild flirting one after another, and the fingertips of seduction luckily earned the "t+0" price difference. However, the barometer of love has a golden rule-withdrawing does not mean rebounding. The sudden ringing of the doorbell was like a sell-off, and the protagonist of the game stopped functioning as if he had been electrocuted. If it was not real gold, he was afraid of fire, and Joy jumped into the water in panic. Before Vittoria left, the two of them vowed to reconcile "see you tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... tonight at eight o'clock, see you at the old place". Getting close again, there are times of intimacy, the out-of-focus eyes will gradually improve the situation and be reduced to fetters, the unbalanced hug will make each other melt into bubbles, the lonely but not lonely soul will sink in the precipitation, the lonely but not lonely soul will grind in the dawdling. flat. The phone hangs up, it's rare to be quiet, the line is connected, the trouble is hard to stop, Piero alone bears the sourness of being trapped in the bull market. As for Vittoria, she was thoughtful on the stairs, paused for a while, and pretended to stroll in the courtyard, alone bearing the bitterness of building a double bottom in a bear market. The impulse to love hurriedly pulled up the shipment after the organ was exhausted, and went back to the house. The confounding and misunderstanding was attributed to the wrong mentality. If you take it lightly, it is not surprising that it will collapse and cut the flesh. As night falls, the branches with the breeze blowing, the woman pushing the baby carriage, the carriage passing by on time, the babbling water, the floating sawdust, the piles of scrap steel, the strange houses to be completed, the playing Children, lawn-spraying faucets that are turned on and off, new buildings with sharp cuts, flashing meteors, screeching bus brakes, expressionless people going their separate ways, one after another, a nuclear crisis The shrouded era is really a bit wicked. The old place is really getting old, and all kinds of flavors are pouring in, but there is no one who wants to save face Vittoria and Piero, unforced sensitivities spread between them. He broke the appointment, and with a vague tacit understanding of cynicism, he got into the crack of the ground with a sigh. The goddess of wisdom is holding a golden zen stick and sharpening the rod. The goddess of strife is sitting on a sedan chair with a golden apple. Gao ignored his teachings and betrayed his teacher. Goodbye means never seeing each other again, the agreement has become a hollow promise, and the coldness of the leftovers after the extravagant feast has made a bad omen, no matter what the reason is, selfishness is a crime, and it is difficult for anyone to be innocent of emotional credit. Behold, the street lamps in the distance illuminated stiffly and dimly, resembling a sun corona, as if embarrassingly painting the love of Vittoria and Piero's disappearance rather than death. Eclipse is a burden that can't be picked up, a feeling of despair that can't get wet, and a liquid that can't be eaten. It just stirs up, decides the feng shui of love, counts for the average line of love, and after a series of foreshadowings that are light-hearted, A graceful curtain call.
The Pengmen is now open for the king, but it will be closed again someday, the tender heart is in pain in the loss, the pouring love does not dare to touch, I am afraid that this beautiful time will not stop, and the sweetness that blends with water and milk cannot achieve a lifetime of waiting. , So, I hired a silent perfunctory to heal the wound and relieve the pain. Even if the sleeves of the spring shirt were wet with tears, I still had to ride on the passion and still not close, and a scene of happiness on the top of the Qingquan Stone was uplifted. Never need to remember, never forget, no one can confiscate anyone's happiness, no one is allowed to pay attention, only oneself can carefully and solemnly bind this affection into the chronicle of love, the front cover and back cover are in Arms waiting. Irrelevant, boring, useless, powerless, unintentional, these biases, perhaps just whispered counter words, come from the north.
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