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 Posted: Tue 22:39, 03 May 2011 Post subject: Memory - ZHANG |
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You are looking at me, young friend - though, you and I have not Cuxi while, but I think that you are looking at my forehead, temples, looked forward to the years left in it traces of the above ... ...
as if your eyes are asking me:
physician said: Joy in the heart outside of the worry, too large comfortable. eyes, as if still ask me.
really Tag heuer, about memory, how to describe what?
memory of what, not weight. The weight of people it can not only crawl on the ground, and can inspire people in the ideal space flight.
memory is not volume. It can either open the open-minded people to embrace the whole world, but also can make the acting by the ill feelings too hard to narrow content.
memory without color. It can make the hearts of both white and dark, but also the inner world of brilliant people, brilliant.
memory is not price. It can only rise in the value of a person's life to the lofty realm, but also the devaluation of another person's soul to below zero.
... ... and you Replica tag heuer, friend, but stubbornly looked at me; that the lips slightly parted, seemed to be spit out the words: ashes. go outside. > Actually, even the ashes, do not they make can transform into the soil, to muster new shoots that; even water, to the end of heaven, can not travel solutions's thirst for a solution that; even falling, have released into the atmosphere of , the fruit is nurtured not just to disclose the information ... ...
What a give his Fanghua, but also inspiration to the world the those sweet memories.
one into the desert, but also willing to mad thirsty companions who pampered their bladders, he left to put the memory of mellowness and friends.
one will own ashes, but also sprinkling the earth Breitling replica, for the survivors who brewing fragrant rice, he will never be devoid of memory from the future generations.
young friend, on the memory, allow me to recount the legend of two sounds:
have a conspirator, apart from sin, with the penalty and drugs destroy the memory of all insiders. But he himself, day and night, but the terrorist was a large pair of eyes wide open. Middle of the night the day, he was mad scared own shadow. Later, a philosopher said: tremor when the twist of the window from the street to snatch a child to. The child in his arms the moment, beams and chipped his skull. Memory is gone, but retained a trace of a smile mouth. Later, a poet, said: .
forget the sufferings of the people, a traitor.
to honor the memory of his head as a crown, is a fool. Unfortunately, the memory of the weight of
knees to the ground, and is a coward.
extracted from the memory of a successful alert, are wise.
forget their own distress and that, but bearing in mind the hardships of others, only for the happiness of the people who struggle to ecstasy, is the warrior, a true warrior!
Oh, young friends, you're still looking at me, look at me - not that I jot down the meaning of these messy, can be exposed to the memory of that contains the essence of that? |
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