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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.

Drinking together

Le 1 septembre 2016, 04:42 dans Humeurs 0

Drinking together, with no pain now except the discomfort of lying in the one position, the boys lighting a fire, its shadow jumping on the tents, he could feel the return of acquiescence in this life of pleasant surrender. She was very good to him. He had been cruel and unjust in the afternoon.


She was a fine woman, marvellous really. And just then it occurred to him that he was going to die.


It came with a rush; not as a rush of water nor of wind; but of a sudden evil-smelling emptiness and the odd thing was that the hyena slipped lightly along the edge of it.


'What is it, Harry?' she asked him.


'Nothing,' he said. 'You had better move over to the other side. To windward.'


'Did Molo change the dressing?'


'Yes. I'm just using the boric now.'


'How do you feel?'


'A little wobbly.'


'I'm going in to bathe,' she said. 'I'll be right out. I'll eat with you and then we'll put the cot in.'


So, he said to himself, we did well to stop the quarrelling.


He had never quarrelled much with this woman, while with the women that he loved he had quarrelled so much they had finally, always, with the corrosion of the quarrelling, killed what they had together. He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out Hong Kong Stop over.


He thought about alone in Constantinople that time, having quarrelled in Paris before he had gone out. He had whored the whole time and then, when that was over, and he had failed to kill his loneliness, but only made it worse, he had written her, the first one, that one who left him, a letter telling her how he had never been able to kill it . . . How when he thought he saw her outside the Regence one time it made him go all faint and sick inside, and that he would follow a woman who looked like her in some way, along the Boulevard, afraid to see it was not she, afraid to lose the feeling it gave him.


How everyone he had slept with had only made him miss her more Business Programme BBA.

How what she had done could never matter since he knew he could not cure himself of loving her. He wrote this letter at the Club, cold sober, and mailed it to New York asking her to write him at the office in Paris. That seemed safe. And that night missing her so much it made him feel hollow sick inside, he wandered up past Taxings, picked a girl up and took her out to supper. He had gone to a place to dance with her afterwards, she danced badly, and left her for a hot Armenian slut, that swung her belly against him so it almost scalded. He took her away from a British gunner subaltern after a row. The gunner asked him outside and they fought in the street on the cobbles in the dark. He'd hit him twice, hard, on the side of the jaw and when he didn't go down he knew he was in for a fight. The gunner hit him in the body, then beside his eye. He swung with his left again and landed and the gunner fell on him and grabbed his coat and tore the sleeve off and he clubbed him twice behind the ear and then smashed him with his right as he pushed him away. When the gunner went down his head hit first and he ran with the girl because they heard the M.P.s coming. They got into a taxi and drove out to Rimmily Hissa along the Bosphorus, and around, and back in the cool night and went to bed and she felt as over-ripe as she looked but smooth, rose-petal, syrupy, smooth-bellied, big-breasted and needed no pillow under her buttocks, and he left her before she was awake looking blousy enough in the fast daylight and turned up at the Pera Palace with a black eye, carrying his coat because one sleeve was missing WAN Optimization Solution.



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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