Are You Not BadI
2010
That year of autumn, I fell in love with the law tung of that street. Whole market is not flourishing and rip-roaring, high above in the sky is angry again Mi of quiet and secluded is enclothed, small market can be full of a kind full-bodied dark green odour, the green foil with silent little gives a quiet and gentle night.
Settle on is gone to very beautiful. Drape dust coat, step a door, street of the edge in the romantic emotional appeal that builds involuntarily in law tung strolls, trample is worn each fallen leaves, I feel life is variable. Or it is lean is on tung of a law, see dancing of movie of the tree below the foot sway, once existed here touch, be in that to already was mixed by annihilation in the time of abandon. Can says to enjoy. Pluvial silk cultivates leaf of each phoenix tree to slide from Chinese parasol, swing down hair needle in labial edge, I can admire a head to the sky light laugh: “Elder brother, are you not badI know he is there. What Chinese parasol rain slipped to remove clear Qing Dynasty to the overflow in the mouth is sweet, yes, very sweet very sweet.
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