Tuesday, October 23, 2012

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tumn, the wind blowing bleak cold taste, coolness infiltrated skin, Hsiao Bi marks walk alone in remote villages, pristine mountain village people and beautiful scenery, but let her feel the infinite melancholy. Village The day is beautiful and simple, but the evening is the country finder, a US can not describe.
Countryside on the road, a group of Fang Niuwa riding in the cattle back down the winding path, walked slowly around the golden pond, humming a song, blowing bamboo flute, waves of crisp flute from flute heard echoed in the countryside, as if urging them to go home, a small river, the fish return home, the river becomes half of the Bi green and half crimson, turns out to be Hsiao Bi marks but have no sense no sense of coming home a few old fishing boat floating on water, it is a very distant feeling, she has do not expect the ordinary happiness for her turned out to be so far away.
Hsiao Bi marks suddenly gently took off Yaopan sword, her beloved sword, sharp boundless, and she looked at it, readily lost in the river,mets replica jersey, as if in her mind like a dust blown off the hands of the water slight rippling light that is to restore calm, and this was striking terror into rivers and lakes, covered with countless rivers and lakes the blood sword so quietly lying on the bottom of the river, perhaps the next day was found,wholesale jerseys, but after a long, long time story.
Was a pervasive wildflowers bloom of breath, Hsiao Bi marks hearts burst of grief, the gentle eyes suddenly quietly dripping crystal tears, she has tired of the

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