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The commander was very cautious, the reporter will announce: "He excavated a bird that would compose, she continued to turn into a note, flying in the air, speaking harmony and charming music." Since then, he lost all work.
The desire to travel abroad is ready to move. I am calm, but it is a bird tied to the line. A short flying, there is everything. Excited the ridiculous process of the head and exhausted back to the old cage. I am comforting myself, looking at the distant sky, hilarious, sigh.
I have never understood that there is a animal to jump through the fire circle. How happy is to give him applause, I don't understand how to turn a beast into it. I will give him a wild. Freedom I am a lion, wearing mountain, owl living in the clown city
In the afternoon, the cool wind blows me a dream to see the 100 million apple on the world in the world, and the one-thousand thousandths of the one in front of the ground is slowly floating. There is no sound in the ground. There is no scared who has a "caster". Some people have decided to advance the great goal of life. I am still groggy in the dream and reality.
When I was a child, I had a big tree, and then trimmed into a big image. Yesterday, I suddenly remembered the elephant tree of childhood. I am in a small apartment, and the sun is not coming in. Looking at the potted pots that withered the window sill. I feel that my dreams is really fascinating.
The stock market fell in the afternoon, my back was stabbed. When I received the year-end bonus, I became a hedgehog. No one can change this. I have been going shopping in the street and decided to go in the direction of the forest.
I have a very determination, but I don't have to help me to help me to be optimistic, but I don't have to use me for some things, but I have a sad tears for some things. Just like some things I watched the flying life in the morning window and strive to learn and try to find themselves.
I stepped on a cloud, from the distant place. All the way has a wind, heavy rain, and horrible lightning, amazing thunder, of course, also has a beautiful sunset, 皎皎 皎 月 and sparkling starlight. My cloud is tired. I stepped on a cloud, from the distant place. What about you?
In the midnight of the underground iron, I was blocked by a pink noddin of the elephant in the ground, the last train of the iron entrance, quietly, filled a ridiculous sweetness.
