Then have never seen so beautiful camellias.
The flower markets into march, camellia is the most eye-catching protagonist, namby-pamby enthusiastic red and, suddenly let people immersed in life is good, spring beautiful mood. But these flower again beauty are planted in the basin, nurtured in flowers room, artificial factor is too much, and beauty, total lack of a natural beauty, this will let me are looking at them, there will be a kind of light sentimental mood spreading. louis vuitton damier graphite canvas
Youth is a section of love, a passionate love, we're hooked, but have to see in the memory, like flowers withered, and in a hurry thanks leaves and long. Once upon a time, we waited, those romantic and beautiful pictures, once upon a time, we are looking forward to, those dreams and disillusioned words, once upon a time, we shouted to belong to 39 passion of youth, we have once, who had spent with weeping boy.what linger.
"Look at the flower is sweet XieHua all over the sky, consequence suddenly disappear who frets?" Youth is fragile, youth is filled with gratitude. No ending ending, is a big miss upward of heart. Our perception of the nature is honest and quiet, even, youth are left out in the boundless winter.
I have a kind of different camellia complex, this comes from my childhood memories. Years ago, had written an article the camellias's love "published in our city federation of the prose of the hosting of the journal Tao lake, the wanted to keep it in the blog, the hair can be so many years in the past, mood and feeling and then different. Then gave a big modified forth again, to release yourself to a childhood of camellias, miss. louis vuitton damier purses
It is in the mid 1960s my elementary school in county, live in the family courtyards. The office the great house was originally a the house. The front yard backyard, eastern hospital west courtyard, vestibular rep, about the right box house, channel many, labyrinth. The office area and the red brick house behind two rows of neighborhood is adjacent, Sunday we don't go to school, office, where nobody office edge became I and courtyard friends paradise.
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