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Life is like a tree, wheat, wheat has grown into a tree. Young people look at trees, looking forward to the upcoming spring, green leaves, flowers Hongyan, sweet fruit; into middle age, children under the trees watched the Dream, that figure away, sniffing has been fruiting the fragrance of the tree, flutter with immense hope Shan and melancholy; old tree, countless twigs, is the subject of numerous, nagging once in the past, the only remaining is the memory of a lifetime. Wandering of thought, and very few under the tree, even to a tree, but also because the displaced find, tired, so tired by the body by one, through the shade open, the dust from the piggy bank to remove a backpack honed has been one of the bamboo flute with the skin, with the failure of the pentameter, play, do not understand, but Suanbi ditty. More sigh [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], that enlightenment who read of that tree, a meditation, realize the empty, realize end up achieving nothing philosophy. So, that tree, no one, and some of the time, there is always a piccolo, flute holes against the wind, playing upon a lengthy ditty. Under the tree, life stories, love is the mind that leads people to unforgettable.
metaphor anyway, love the bird is not singing the lyrics, flying and fly away, it claws and wings, fluttering, so obsessed with how fragile the heart of the subject. Love is in the earth under the dormant seed that, sentimental sunshine, before the arrival in the spring, they started missing, two drops of tears Acacia, moist [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], firm shell wrapped in love with the first breakthrough, to that young the bud, through the two neighboring wheat heart. Love, life, growth and development is a long warmth. Fetal tone of love, happiness and pain with us. It hurts, so that infected seeds in a sunny, finally sprout and bloom the flower of love, written in love's bright face. Most of the fruit of love is no, most people understand the love of love, the deepest collection of mind, just had a bunch of love flowers, even if it is no longer beautiful, always forget to mark as Memorial, his thoughts always have in hand from the small road to mark and grow into thoughts, my miss, no matter who it was love in the distance, or in the side. Unrequited love, is also a wheat seed, because he loved and put it in mind and thoughts of a person waiting is painful, no one at the time, endured the pain from the heart of the most deep love for his dedication dig out of love not germinate, my God [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I really love her, my heart is only one of her pain. Could not resist Oh, can not help, drop Acacia lonely tears, the tear drop of Acacia, wrapped in the love that kind of hard particles, forming a exquisitely carved amber, lonely melancholy, wrapped in the hearts of people do not know, are treated as love the fossils recorded in the diary collection.