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| cinlkyfiey |
 Posted: Thu 23:14, 31 Mar 2011 Post subject: When the memory is formatted |
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When the memory is formatted, I suddenly dreamed the south. That town, misty rain filled the air, a basket full of gardenia, bamboo shoots girls like prime hand in flowers, stood in a landscape in the bridge, and spent a total of spit fragrance.
When the memory is formatted, I only remember the street, dark yellow light publicity to cut open the wound, wild interpretation of ancient music of the quiet night. Back with me through the lonely empty streets, leaving deep footprints, and the warm shallow breath ... ...
autumn wind, hope not to wear day and night, haggard drunk Invite Iraqis.
residues fall, helpless and parting Parting, the man looming dance green cream.
I just remember that song, dripping like ethereal voices colliding with the dust; I only remember the setting sun, quietly with me to see steady. Some people say we're going to stray, and then seem to have been isolated, and everyone always pass him coldly, without a second's hesitation, slight as a piece of paper. Some people say we're going to grow, and then cruel to leave their own childhood memories, the water film mottled, dark and dawn Rolex, but could not grasp it.
strings broke, music stops. High winds withered Bishu
night, litter wings vicissitudes of memory. One faint hope, time flies. A man quietly recalled, wistfully. A pious prayer, Epiphyllum, if present.
format when the memory is that moment, I seem to see the mother. To keep us in the winter cold, she picked up a steadily bending the branches, as if the days one by one put the broken dotted handed to warm our hands. Chaiduo more yards higher, while the mother is getting shorter and shorter.
hanging on the wall of the quartz wall clock, still ticking, ticking. People have changed, the dream of space birds cry, who is stranded who face Tag heuer watches, who is leaving a thin veil. Something to do every second to forget Omega watches, is still around is blank.
We're going to stray, religiously live in every inch of freeze-frame memory.
We're going to grow out of every stripe chic way to forget.
suddenly felt all the fuzzy, warm memories of us, our interpretation of the warm smile, our warm south of the Yangtze ... ...
Yat Then, close your eyes.
fell into a deep sleep ... ... |
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