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This place, no memories, without you

Le 18 janvier 2017, 05:14 dans Humeurs 0

Time is too rapid, life Qingming, such as Wan Yan swept.

 

Stepping on the water time, left the life of twenty years, the breeze gently blowing, the memory is gradually growing in the past, leaving only promise to miss. I want to write a letter to you under different skies and tell you that I miss. He wrote to my short and shallow article, gave my hometown, that deep place in the south of the Yangtze River. To love for Italy, with its name.

 

Autumn weeping willow, Changhong, autumn leaves slowly rustled to fall, the sense of loneliness gradually fall to the upper body, but the autumn leaves ah, you know my hometown of the share of nostalgia and miss?

 

Perhaps it is just a flat short small house, separated by layers, I was just there, lived my favorite Suyi practice day, is an ordinary person can not be ordinary, and perhaps it is just a White paper, lead dye ink, I barely depict the gorgeous color with a seal pen, and I just hope it is a can accommodate a lot of cups, inclusive I want to hike my heart and send me miss. I miss in the bottom of my heart, after a good memory.

 

In a new place, the new environment, a flash on the four years which, people appreciate the scenery, it will become the eyes of others in the landscape, not the same as the spring, although there are flowers and trees, vegetation, do not have Charm, but it is different from the past, some people will prefer to indulge in the city's debauchery, busy, it is drunkard dreams. When a person lean on a railing overlooking a gentle touch in the bottom of my heart, it will slowly remember those memories, those people. The end of each week are not home people sigh, are the hope and miss the intertwined, alumni who continue to drag the suitcase to leave, the campus will only gradually deserted them. Road next to the micro-road lights are humming to miss.

 

How many times have I wished you could come to my dream, like the dusk of the morning, with my dawn, by the dawn, in the dim light of my vision, I can nestle in your warmth before the last glimmer of light leaves the surface. This is precisely the luxury. Hometown, ah, that carries me two years time, I can still touch the temperature of the earth. I know, when the sky is blue, I always love snuggling in the trees next to humming the childhood tune, surrounded by a group of busy people over the slide, and so, I love the nostalgia, I love the wind, Of the time hitting the horse. At night when the night came, the stars in the night sky and gently tell the story, my journey began a second rush.

 

I hold my pen tightly, but only full of tears, tears in my eyes dripping in my text, to remind me busy time can not forget my roots. I always believe that any love to the name of the farewell fleeting will be in my most treasured way to make me feel warm.

 

Late at night, in the long night sky there will always be a personal side of the end miss you, waiting for you.

 

I have seen in an article, memories like camphor incense, sweet and safe, like a clear happy to remember, sweet and wistful. And now I just want to shine on the stars of the sky gleaming, would like to be different under the night sky you peace and happiness, worry-free years.

 

Hometown is the love of lyrical, gave me all you, you are my gentle pride.

IMPORTANCE OF SOCIAL REFORM

Le 1 septembre 2016, 04:42 dans Humeurs 0

It is the most important because it is an end in itself whereas the other two are only the means for achieving this end. Security against foreign attack is a desirable and worthy object only in order to enable us to approach this goal. A strong and flexible constitution is an advantage only because we believe it will enable us to achieve our objects, better and more quickly, than if we are compelled to go on working {212} under a system which has become at once rigid and rickety. But while we were bound to realise the superior nature of the third set of problems Hong Kong Stop over, we should have been careful at the same time to distinguish between two things which are very apt to be confused in political discussions—ultimate importance and immediate urgency.

We ought to have taken into our reckoning both the present state of the world and the permanent nature of man—all the stuff that dreams and wars are made on. We desired peace. We needed peace. Peace was a matter of life and death to all our hopes. If defeat should once break into the ring of our commonwealth—scattered as it is all over the world, kept together only by the finest and most delicate attachments—it must be broken irreparably Business Programme BBA. Our most immediate interest was therefore to keep defeat, and if possible, war, from bursting into our sphere—as Dutchmen by centuries of laborious vigilance have kept back the sea with dikes.

The numbers of our people in themselves were no security; nor our riches; nor even the fact that we entertained no aggressive designs. For as it was said long ago, 'it never troubles a wolf how many the sheep be.' They find no salvation in their heavy fleeces and their fat haunches; nor even in the meekness of their hearts, and in their innocence of all evil intentions WAN Optimization Solution.

Barnes

Le 16 août 2016, 12:25 dans Humeurs 0

"Well, if that's the way I'm agreed, but I don't take no stock in it. Mighty soon we'll have the cave so cluttered up with women, and fellows waiting to be ransomed, that there won't be no place for the robbers. But go ahead, I ain't got nothing to say eleaf gs air 2."

Little Tommy Barnes was asleep now, and when they waked him up he was scared, and cried, and said he wanted to go home to his ma, and didn't want to be a robber any more.

So they all made fun of him, and called him crybaby, and that made him mad, and he said he would go straight and tell all the secrets. But Tom give him five cents to keep quiet, and said we would all go home and meet next week, and rob somebody and kill some people Tower Server.

Ben Rogers said he couldn't get out much, only Sundays, and so he wanted to begin next Sunday; but all the boys said it would be wicked to do it on Sunday, and that settled the thing. They agreed to get together and fix a day as soon as they could, and then we elected Tom Sawyer first captain and Jo Harper second captain of the Gang, and so started home.

I clumb up the shed and crept into my window just before day was breaking. My new clothes was all greased up and clayey, and I was dog-tired Dream beauty pro hard sell.

 

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