Unraveling the textile happy; she will happy silk clothing tailoring, points to the sad person. Wing Wah, or hard, is like a first reading of tea, remember drained. The tea slowed, drink to the road off West Side Story, natural return to Gan. Father, you thought about me? "Although the father and daughter only went
For 10 years to do Breaking Dawn, he never did not want?" I often asked myself. However, "miss" between two people of the consolation and caring, eyebrow from the other eye, voice, word meaning to see hear the feeling that is always a human face to face. If yin and yang, and separated by a 10
Year, in the air, heard his father call his daughter’s voice; in the road, can not touch home his father figure, the most important, a father can not see aging, one can not see his daughter grow up, there is no dialogue between, and how to "think" method? For each look a gift horse, it is

Whom she’s Lu points. What happened then? Fertile acres on the road to see starving people? Or family financial situation wilt down, found while the rich moss? Not. She said. If so, turn away when in grade silk in a cicada. What a pity ah! Will so regret the sigh, a married woman ungrateful, willing
To put kettle boils water, the guests said: bubble was not good enough, please slow drink. First met her in the hospital, she was feeding a friend gruel. Met with me, grown old patient said: "I won, and today people come to see you!" To Valentine’s Jiao Didi tone. She is a simple nursing women.
An Zhao address on where to take her friend’s possessions. A deep courtyard, the branches of other birds contend that it became a maid giants. Suddenly the little master floor, dressed her, called her mother. She quietly said: "Back to the tea house next to me, and to apply the." I was sad in

In the pool surface uncertain. What is the writer? She asked. Writer is … … ah, the writer is a scavenger, specifically life digging wax! I said. You write the story of a happy or sad story? Ah! Heart Yanzhuo if I only see the sad story. More grief? She said. No,
Write through the grief, only happier, this is my blessing. People rarely see their good fortune it! She said. She purer the round face in meditation in the glow Guanghua, a black sweater wrapped around plump female body. Some gray hair, and Mount Xu wildly. She hugged Department knees, gently swaying, and the rhythm of
Running water. Life flowers to plunge, back water. She is a waitress. My blessing is to look tired of great wealth, so to come here, learn tea. Bubble was not good enough. She said. See, that long years of idle hands, still as fresh fruit. Is a married woman’s life, fine food fine cuisine is, for

Lamps cast light and shadow, and she thought, this is the moonlight it? Specifically according to the tomb of her domain to her: the last flower path through what my book works! At the time how young you are not tired to walk around, like a lead characters, now I finally have to tell you the
Meaning of type. As for the market starts to rain, lying in her cup, meaning the new brewed into a tea overnight the prisoners.     She said that young love to wear white for fear of black hair out; now prefer black, fear of white hair out. Which, remember the first bubble
Rapidly drained, clean the dust. The second bubble might dip some long before Gan. Glycol or fragrance you love? She said. Fountains running. Clever tea master mind, indoor Chun Chi, Ikegami catch a ride miniMulou, ivy hanging eaves side, not volume, like the curtain. Top wall hanging tissue paper lanterns, a mass of the moon

Chinese have taken off, she always returned to Love a naive woman before that body, but able to return the original clawfree Hong snow. For example, water it, no matter how angry waves Jingtao, the Travel, water, or water, but sources from time to time in the clear, warm glow in the sunlight of white
Smoke, now dyed dust Italy, and cold, bloodless up. This is old ground now! She twisted off headlamps, leaving only a Qiongqiong the case of light, the pages wet Debu serious, but the volume of the point of hairpin, a pity!, She thought, this page is written top wonderful, she had approved the red
Line is still nestled in the type next to the "time like a ghost," so the sentence which reads, she also pull this red line, like donate it were the ghost of a warm red scarf. Expand the book is not one word of the monument Juan ah! Monument and then in the past that desk

Cup is always only one drip white water.   Overnight Near the middle of the night, suddenly the rain came. Rain has not closed the lead characters in the book pages. She Fuzaizhuoshang, playing a nap, raindrop beat window, woke her, and take the opportunity to also cracking the vague dreams of
Her. Time has been as erratic ghost, with the resentment, and she could not determine the right man in the dream will wash away what kind of injustice, so if you do not wake up. Well, rain awakens her gavel, but also suggests what this life is also deeply buried grievances do? In this dark night.
Time like a ghost! She read from the book suddenly the phrase, as in the brilliant flowers, the footpath on one tombstone that she could not help but touch his cheek, the original is old. Wait for the old people do? Love or have too gorgeous to withhold certain weather be hot in, all the

Exuberant youth, so that everything is too late when the Meet. All have been too late, a small teahouse on the hillside close, and the nearby mountain people greet each other with their own back garden in the home care. We can only sit on the roadside stone steps, look into the distance across the mountains
In a family house, in peace and prosperity in their late starting point of light. Our lights in the sky, starry night has come. "Not willing to put on!" You say. I would think the stone has been hanging down, do not think of reversing the verdict on the article. Since we can not change
The life of the channel, why melancholy spring water surging river flows. "As I owe you a cup of tea!" It will be down the road more safely. I think this year’s fall or next spring, the mountains are still picking people tea bar, but I do not have the heart to tell you that our

 still remember the piece of Long Beach along the vast coast through the late spring season grass, riverside workers were packing equipment, some singing songs Registered. I suddenly realized that the embankment is too long, do not know whether before the Stars arrived in the alley where you live? Some twilight and deep, burst from the
Grass overflow bits of noise, it is Aster bell, it was me, I also brought the evening. "Go drink tea!" Forest is still green, but the passing of the dark of the evening it looked like a glowing photograph of macula, we like the photo on the corrosion off the figure to be two people,
And now again back to the photo. Narrow trails, Juanniaopuchi exceptionally clear voice, which sounds deeply buried long in the memory bottom, then, we have the sound in the wind and rain, by virtue of the mountains Tsui, leaving the young image it! Today, no longer has a young mind, we always leave the others