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In the dream of the fog
In the dream of the fog
The production of the fog, is that there is too much moisture in the air, geothermol power is insufficient, the moisture can't be turned into the gas rising, perhaps because the atmospheric pressure of the high altitude is pressed original so, the aqueous vapor is admixed with the air in the low latitude too, therefore make the air wet, change and sink. In the dense fog, people will feel the one with one kind of senses of oppressing .
Fog, continuously, sink thickly like drizzle, accompanied by a burst of ït wind, cover and wash the earth of early morning; On the road, the billowing stream of people is like being bustling with vehicles, I mix among the crowd shuttling back and forth in the exchanges, as if the stream of people will swallow up me Fog very strong very getting dense, keep I a little brain bloated Hand in miscellaneous noise, loudspeaker sound of ones that have the ring tones of the bicycle, have the motorcycle and car and engine sound, have I said I would speak clearly either, have assembled into a billowing whistle and flowed, make people feel the head is very bloated, very bloated, having a few giddy muddled eyes, I am a little dizzy, feel the body seems vacillating and staggering, as if fly and stand up soon Perhaps it is the fragrance of flowers clearly, I seem to come to the world in a magical flower, the place like the happy land, a burst of smell with strongly fragrant strong fragrance, oh! Smell good, smell good. Can make people getting a little more clearheaded while being fragrant perhaps. I have concentrated one's attention and seen suddenly, that was the world of a bird's twitter of fragrance of flowers, the flower was striven to be ground, an abundant color glued the oasis dyed, very beautiful and very beautiful! The flower includes in early morning to click and click the dense dewdrop, what a supernatural color it is! The young girl that the flower with buds just ready to burst stood like that graceful jade, that dewdrop is towards the sunlight of rising for the first time, slight smiling face of glimmering, it seems, call the sun saying hello cordial Very getting beautiful, more like young girl exuding tenderness and love holes of unexpected turn of that. The drop of water spurts the moist original land of ground In the distant place, a little white pigeon circles round in the sky, sing gently while flying: "The white pigeon's song that white cloud ripples, chief thinks of the rose beautifully secretly, there are large wills in the river bank side of Korea S., when the place heart waits in the easy chest. " I am with fixed attention, hover in white pigeon under the foot of the place, has seen a gorgeous rose, how beautiful, it is really that some is red in ten thousand emolument clumps, lovely flower, I Really want to give her a ormosia
How beautiful, the world of the spirit, there, there is efficacious stacte of spirit, have lovely continuous drizzle, in the drizzle, the flower in spring is distributing the tender and lovely rudiment, that graceful flower The drizzle is moistening the soil of field happily, glisten, has appeared there, there is that ----Flower of the spirit The world of the spirit, what beautiful, much beautiful scenery. Seem more tender and lovely in the west rain, more lovely and more amiable
The flower beautiful, I love you, I love you, although you have no nobleness of the tree peony, you bring gorgeous expression, though that amazing strong fragrance captivatingly that you have no jasmine to spend, however, you bring the unique makings
I am not a gardener, not a gardener, not having the gardener's skill of planting flower, but there is the gardener's hard work, I would like to dress up you extremely enchantingly, water for you, irrigate with the sweet fresh water, grow up strong and sturdy feeding you, with the heart making warm and hoping to moisten you
" whether screech " ,every one on behind it is at I the loud, twist I in mind, bringing to a halt loud of vehicles of car.
I have got back to the fog again, the fog is exactly dense, it is the car that has returned me to the fog, however, my heart stays for a long time in that world of green border of colored continent, is rippling there
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The production of the fog, is that there is too much moisture in the air, geothermol power is insufficient, the moisture can't be turned into the gas rising, perhaps because the atmospheric pressure of the high altitude is pressed original so, the aqueous vapor is admixed with the air in the low latitude too, therefore make the air wet, change and sink. In the dense fog, people will feel the one with one kind of senses of oppressing .
Fog, continuously, sink thickly like drizzle, accompanied by a burst of ït wind, cover and wash the earth of early morning; On the road, the billowing stream of people is like being bustling with vehicles, I mix among the crowd shuttling back and forth in the exchanges, as if the stream of people will swallow up me Fog very strong very getting dense, keep I a little brain bloated Hand in miscellaneous noise, loudspeaker sound of ones that have the ring tones of the bicycle, have the motorcycle and car and engine sound, have I said I would speak clearly either, have assembled into a billowing whistle and flowed, make people feel the head is very bloated, very bloated, having a few giddy muddled eyes, I am a little dizzy, feel the body seems vacillating and staggering, as if fly and stand up soon Perhaps it is the fragrance of flowers clearly, I seem to come to the world in a magical flower, the place like the happy land, a burst of smell with strongly fragrant strong fragrance, oh! Smell good, smell good. Can make people getting a little more clearheaded while being fragrant perhaps. I have concentrated one's attention and seen suddenly, that was the world of a bird's twitter of fragrance of flowers, the flower was striven to be ground, an abundant color glued the oasis dyed, very beautiful and very beautiful! The flower includes in early morning to click and click the dense dewdrop, what a supernatural color it is! The young girl that the flower with buds just ready to burst stood like that graceful jade, that dewdrop is towards the sunlight of rising for the first time, slight smiling face of glimmering, it seems, call the sun saying hello cordial Very getting beautiful, more like young girl exuding tenderness and love holes of unexpected turn of that. The drop of water spurts the moist original land of ground In the distant place, a little white pigeon circles round in the sky, sing gently while flying: "The white pigeon's song that white cloud ripples, chief thinks of the rose beautifully secretly, there are large wills in the river bank side of Korea S., when the place heart waits in the easy chest. " I am with fixed attention, hover in white pigeon under the foot of the place, has seen a gorgeous rose, how beautiful, it is really that some is red in ten thousand emolument clumps, lovely flower, I Really want to give her a ormosia
How beautiful, the world of the spirit, there, there is efficacious stacte of spirit, have lovely continuous drizzle, in the drizzle, the flower in spring is distributing the tender and lovely rudiment, that graceful flower The drizzle is moistening the soil of field happily, glisten, has appeared there, there is that ----Flower of the spirit The world of the spirit, what beautiful, much beautiful scenery. Seem more tender and lovely in the west rain, more lovely and more amiable
The flower beautiful, I love you, I love you, although you have no nobleness of the tree peony, you bring gorgeous expression, though that amazing strong fragrance captivatingly that you have no jasmine to spend, however, you bring the unique makings
I am not a gardener, not a gardener, not having the gardener's skill of planting flower, but there is the gardener's hard work, I would like to dress up you extremely enchantingly, water for you, irrigate with the sweet fresh water, grow up strong and sturdy feeding you, with the heart making warm and hoping to moisten you
" whether screech " ,every one on behind it is at I the loud, twist I in mind, bringing to a halt loud of vehicles of car.
I have got back to the fog again, the fog is exactly dense, it is the car that has returned me to the fog, however, my heart stays for a long time in that world of green border of colored continent, is rippling there
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2009年12月08日
Leave snow such as the rain
Leave snow such as the rain
Enter winter just, have, blow one rain, Xi Zhejiang drip, silk like wisp, the east float west shed for instance, quiet, seem to float into a touching fan's lemon of the South. If not there are several pieces of big raindrop occasionally, you can not see it. Though the rain seems to come in season by mistake in winter, it is a kind of uniqueness, fall on the face, in the neck, have a kind of special soft, fresh cordial sense suddenly.
Rain hide from into fog, dodging people like being shy, dare interest to bother people at all, as if a naughty one catch fascinated to hide in people again. Only you stretch out hands to wait patiently, it dares to fall in your palm silently, the ones that let you feel it are ice-cold, tell you that the present in winter has already walked slowly like a woman.
Last branch street the the both sides the that trees and overture at winter,the rustle to tremble on cold wind, meeting moist their friend. But the shy one hides, mysteriously, dim, vaguely, the small city cage first mysterious world.
Originally looks forward to a beautiful snow, is imagining the sparkling and crystal-clear snow spirit to wave in the wind and come, let gloomy mood bright, give hollow heart joyful one o'clock, but snow my heart expect winter, come at the appointed time. It was cold that it has entered winter to appear since summer suddenly in the fine life for a long time, the snow has not seen, but rain comes by chance.
Though some lose, has added a lot of life for the dusky earth. People talk and laugh in the rain holding up an umbrella, the children but letting and is caught in the rain to squat like the small water depression of the mirror, making faces with one's own shade, is giving directions, the play is funny. That is red, yellow, green, blue, purple Adorning the umbrellas of different pattern, look from afar, like the elegant butterfly with different colors. This image and scene, the tool that the colored umbrella has been already far from hiding the rain, but the work of art, is the decorating of life, it is a beautiful part, seem to send and reside the aspiration of spring too.
The rain in winter, it is enervated in it does not have springtime, it is insolent in not having summer, romance have will it be day autumn still more, some to ooze people to be sadly beautiful only. I believe a lot of people dislike winter rain, really, it pure white and beautiful, but I like it to be soft, tender feeling misty, make people to be forgotten, let people thoughts flashing across one's mind, let people recollect, if staying alone, a piece of serenade that the distant place floats is vivid and dramatic, tasteful, have the baffled sincerity suddenly.
Rain for winter, let world as if cold quiet getting quiet a lot of, sit quietly room, look at outside the window quietly. Throw sight into the lead gray sky depths. Ticking, answering happy and auspicious in one's ear, mental state getting quiet a pond of bluish waves of portrait. Can see that rain floating in the other roofs gracefully and gracefully gently too, float in front of the window. Accompany thin sound rustling, urge people to be enchanted like whispering.
I like the rain, like strolling in the rain, like roaming leisurely in the rain propping up the umbrella, let one's own mood fly away, think of one's own attention! Even winter in the cold rain like the snow, soul can feel a kind of comfortable one that felt encouraged. When like this, will often grow out some temperate and moist emotion - -Perhaps it is a scene, a sentence of words, one, or a thing, even a piece of eyes, fall with the silent ball of rain silk so gently, it is completely white like pearl.
"Seek, desolate, wretched and intimate. At barely warm but still cool time, the most difficult to rest. " I like " Shengshengman " of Li Qingzhao, like, stroll that full of poesy and romantic scene among drizzle even more.
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Enter winter just, have, blow one rain, Xi Zhejiang drip, silk like wisp, the east float west shed for instance, quiet, seem to float into a touching fan's lemon of the South. If not there are several pieces of big raindrop occasionally, you can not see it. Though the rain seems to come in season by mistake in winter, it is a kind of uniqueness, fall on the face, in the neck, have a kind of special soft, fresh cordial sense suddenly.
Rain hide from into fog, dodging people like being shy, dare interest to bother people at all, as if a naughty one catch fascinated to hide in people again. Only you stretch out hands to wait patiently, it dares to fall in your palm silently, the ones that let you feel it are ice-cold, tell you that the present in winter has already walked slowly like a woman.
Last branch street the the both sides the that trees and overture at winter,the rustle to tremble on cold wind, meeting moist their friend. But the shy one hides, mysteriously, dim, vaguely, the small city cage first mysterious world.
Originally looks forward to a beautiful snow, is imagining the sparkling and crystal-clear snow spirit to wave in the wind and come, let gloomy mood bright, give hollow heart joyful one o'clock, but snow my heart expect winter, come at the appointed time. It was cold that it has entered winter to appear since summer suddenly in the fine life for a long time, the snow has not seen, but rain comes by chance.
Though some lose, has added a lot of life for the dusky earth. People talk and laugh in the rain holding up an umbrella, the children but letting and is caught in the rain to squat like the small water depression of the mirror, making faces with one's own shade, is giving directions, the play is funny. That is red, yellow, green, blue, purple Adorning the umbrellas of different pattern, look from afar, like the elegant butterfly with different colors. This image and scene, the tool that the colored umbrella has been already far from hiding the rain, but the work of art, is the decorating of life, it is a beautiful part, seem to send and reside the aspiration of spring too.
The rain in winter, it is enervated in it does not have springtime, it is insolent in not having summer, romance have will it be day autumn still more, some to ooze people to be sadly beautiful only. I believe a lot of people dislike winter rain, really, it pure white and beautiful, but I like it to be soft, tender feeling misty, make people to be forgotten, let people thoughts flashing across one's mind, let people recollect, if staying alone, a piece of serenade that the distant place floats is vivid and dramatic, tasteful, have the baffled sincerity suddenly.
Rain for winter, let world as if cold quiet getting quiet a lot of, sit quietly room, look at outside the window quietly. Throw sight into the lead gray sky depths. Ticking, answering happy and auspicious in one's ear, mental state getting quiet a pond of bluish waves of portrait. Can see that rain floating in the other roofs gracefully and gracefully gently too, float in front of the window. Accompany thin sound rustling, urge people to be enchanted like whispering.
I like the rain, like strolling in the rain, like roaming leisurely in the rain propping up the umbrella, let one's own mood fly away, think of one's own attention! Even winter in the cold rain like the snow, soul can feel a kind of comfortable one that felt encouraged. When like this, will often grow out some temperate and moist emotion - -Perhaps it is a scene, a sentence of words, one, or a thing, even a piece of eyes, fall with the silent ball of rain silk so gently, it is completely white like pearl.
"Seek, desolate, wretched and intimate. At barely warm but still cool time, the most difficult to rest. " I like " Shengshengman " of Li Qingzhao, like, stroll that full of poesy and romantic scene among drizzle even more.
RELATED LINKS:
Electric Welding MachineHose FittingsSkin Care|Point of SaleFrontline Tick,Flea Remediesgt1
