marlll on the moon

You believe me? I do not care. You will think of me? I do not care! I looked at the wind in the leaves of two pieces of each other, we think of each other inadvertently, looked at two pieces of leaves in the wind do not know where to be blown up, yes, the world's wind kept blowing and blowing the non-stop . Singing it, so we will have a happy, you think of singing like I have an understanding smile. How long did you have the indulgence, how long you did not have exchanges with people, or you have not been for a long time after Kaishuan. Should not be allowed to have their own tired, this is not a good method of living. Everyone has the hearts of a fairy tale, the Princess of their own to do it, if you smile, you are brilliant, if you gloomy, the sky is dark. Every day in the sun on his head, then the sun is it? The sun is how you look at their own. What is happiness? Is a happy mood. What is life? Life is disappointment and hope. I believe his life is full, others in the sky, on the ground, in paradise, hell, and you have anything to do. As the story unfolds smile, a smile to your own, in any case you can not see how much you really want to see the smile! You are a kind of fish, you do not know, swim in the sea of humanity, how many people ask you to be happy, you find it!
Your life, no matter what I do. I see you are a bird, I am only willing to you every day, the sky is clear, all the light!
The light of life? This is really a kind of hope and idealism. Your idealism, the idealism of me, we would like to have fun, and both would like to forget, not in a corner of what not to Dali, a person's time to say all of a sudden a person's name, this is a good friend of the Who is trustworthy. This man, I am willing to believe.
Last year, flowers are not old, on another round of this year, and spend months and we often juvenile. Best wishes! Blessing!

The vast smoke clouds into the sky, Yao Zhi Yunxia wandering home.
Autumn Harvest is a year, who still dream flower.
1, and his son autumn Bank of China
You must peer with his father, in the autumn you? You may have to drop it into a brewing for some good memories.
That year, my first year, with his father in the shuttle's numerous schools and home life, I was most memorable in the early autumn
Morning.
That morning from his father a bit too late, I naturally also played late, because my father is my alarm clock, I call him up. My father
From the screw on the bed, told me to put on a fast to wash clothes. Just finished face on the bag had been placed in my back and then his father's large hand holding my hand a small
Starting in the autumn wind up in the swing, and I like the way his father to go to school. Go for a while, take a look at his father table, says that he has to be even faster, or no later than
By and large and small hand in hand together to speed up the swing speed. Go for a while, a gust of wind will be blowing in the face of dust on the floor, I said to my father at the same time
Turned back. The wind just stopped, his father made on the password: "looking forward, running away." Uneven for a while ran the footsteps forward. Running a small
, With the wind and dust lie. The father did not look back, but who told me to squat: "Ma, the victory of the revolution or not on this one
Of. "Jumped into my father's back, hands held on to his shoulder, the head firmly attached to his back, the wind is no longer possible to attack me, and the father Cezhao