2011年09月06日
Looking up at the
Looking up at the night sky was so deep
The weather in July, stuffy in the room right through air, immediately resulting in walk of ideas. Time was ten in the evening, I have closed the door to open, on his way to the village, to the South looking, neat few street lamps to light up as if nothing had happened, and do not see a pedestrian. Lighting outside the sky a color simply do not see a star, is coming dark clouds to the ground pressure yet? Seems to have air freezing overnight to breathe rapidly, but behind me shouted my voice at home, immediately turn around and go home.
Living room from Lady Suen talked about television voice of impatience I went into the bedroom, light some dark in the room, but how much those reported by soft, better than just outside a lot. Do nothing I have to lie in bed, and efforts to find our balance. This nearly 20 days at sea, surrounded by lost hold of my, temporary relief approach could not be found, only by constantly think about what that words can hurt children, those children not satisfied.
A high school girls, not a penny of revenue, she was able to have its own a cell phone, at home to eat two meals a day. Use mobile phone? But her phone never stops. Just heard the phone ring in the Sunday, half a day meeting with no children, in particular, this will be able to go home on time within a week, worse until 12 o'clock at night to sleep. She must have something, that is, silence, themselves still resolutely carrying. A lot of words are not arriving at all, drove, in the growth of a young girl off her world to parents, mother and daughter Exchange had so very difficult, even children in close proximity such as insulation. I look to the eyes, pain in their hearts, only silence covered all this, in desperation I had to share some physical labor for their children.
One day early morning to buy food, see fresh Litchi listed, I would buy a bunch, who knows her home, eat only a few particles. She loved to Lai Chi marine fender
Rubber Fender
Marine Fender
Pneumatic Fender
GM TECH 2
The weather in July, stuffy in the room right through air, immediately resulting in walk of ideas. Time was ten in the evening, I have closed the door to open, on his way to the village, to the South looking, neat few street lamps to light up as if nothing had happened, and do not see a pedestrian. Lighting outside the sky a color simply do not see a star, is coming dark clouds to the ground pressure yet? Seems to have air freezing overnight to breathe rapidly, but behind me shouted my voice at home, immediately turn around and go home.
Living room from Lady Suen talked about television voice of impatience I went into the bedroom, light some dark in the room, but how much those reported by soft, better than just outside a lot. Do nothing I have to lie in bed, and efforts to find our balance. This nearly 20 days at sea, surrounded by lost hold of my, temporary relief approach could not be found, only by constantly think about what that words can hurt children, those children not satisfied.
A high school girls, not a penny of revenue, she was able to have its own a cell phone, at home to eat two meals a day. Use mobile phone? But her phone never stops. Just heard the phone ring in the Sunday, half a day meeting with no children, in particular, this will be able to go home on time within a week, worse until 12 o'clock at night to sleep. She must have something, that is, silence, themselves still resolutely carrying. A lot of words are not arriving at all, drove, in the growth of a young girl off her world to parents, mother and daughter Exchange had so very difficult, even children in close proximity such as insulation. I look to the eyes, pain in their hearts, only silence covered all this, in desperation I had to share some physical labor for their children.
One day early morning to buy food, see fresh Litchi listed, I would buy a bunch, who knows her home, eat only a few particles. She loved to Lai Chi marine fender
Rubber Fender
Marine Fender
Pneumatic Fender
GM TECH 2
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