有没有可以看的www

[booknewse]

>>>>>:  >>最/新/观/看/入/口/<<<  <<<<<

---

有没有可以看的www

有没有可以看的www　　2、付出胜利后，若没辙载入，请扫码二维码接洽客服，咱们会准时为您处置。 　　我陪着他熬了一个通宵。他告诉我，他喜欢写东东。 气象晴好，下昼几个同族大叔到访，一来是来看看我和年老，特地和老父亲计划计划过年祖祭工作。由于气象晴暖，也没烤火，就坐在陵前晒地的葡萄架下，抽着烟，喝着沸水偶然吃点零嘴----我听不清她们说些什么，只瞥见她们作风郑重，谈吐甚欢，偶尔遽然谁也不谈话，就如许静静的坐着，眯缝着眼，偶尔还吐团卷烟的烟雾，自但是融合。 有爱不相守初次见到兰是在健身房里，我们都是被相同的朋友撺连去的，我本不爱运动。一见面，她就伸出手说："你好，评儿，久仰你的大名，咱们终于见面了。"她这句话让我很茫然，怎么又有人这么说？这时她看出了我的困惑，就轻声的对我耳语："嘿嘿，你不知道吗，在高中美文美图推荐惜别暮春谷雨好采风媒婆马大嘴浮山之行开学啦美好的城市，你的一切惜别古代诗歌 　　梦里也牢记元旦的，第二天醒得更加早，一醒，就要坐起来。她却连忙伸出臂膊，一把将我按住。我诧异地看她时，只见她惶急地看着我。

---

Is there can see WWW because, women are "no red and reading", then give yourself a sweet smell. Just naturally thrifty, reading, often is not accompanied by nestle coffee, red ginseng tablets, green tea, to a sweet smell, a cup of jasmine tea on the desk, dense floating fragrance. Around a few flower michelia, balmy breath all the time. Look tired, also need not cigarettes refreshing, served a plate of melon seeds, ke while reading, delicious, also let the book more taste. Even if what also have no, and elegant, invade, Shared with, was so give me a sweet smell. Three for the remembrance of childhood, always have a feeling with me. I woke up half dream. My big eyes wide, eyes can see is the ceiling, the ceiling I have been to explore, eternal darkness, and in addition to the dust, there must be other objects. I was stiff and thinking has been up and down like a free fish in the water. Gray and black clouds impact blend together. Damp. Sweat. Mouth breathing. Every turn cause a body from the inner to extremely weak and uncomfortable feeling. For many years in the past, the memory of this strange die out. It may have a deeper meaning, but then I think of, but directly and external just a continuous fever. I'm very strange, so continuous fever for my body's growth doesn't bring any devastating consequences, and dark born hatred in my heart, for parents' carelessness, this can be avoided under for himself. He is ill, I got involved in the disease. Every time I walk in the hospital, I hate hate. I think that god in playing tricks on me. Continuous illness, for several months. I was in the hospital and at home through the weaving shuttle back and forth. Why is the shuttle? I think of on the road, I laugh at myself, I will hum two, the sun the moon the sun like a golden shuttle/the moon like a silver shuttle/to you also give me see who weave the most beautiful life. Life not because disease become beautiful, he will live a entangled me cloth, woven into cloth did not transform the scenery out of my yearning. I carefully will take medicine of time record on a piece of paper, every four hours, I'm going to be a mandatory become warped opened his mouth, the medicine to fill in. Before that, I would have lost patience. I not only can use the power, and before I in the use of power, without any thinking process. It was almost a birthright, it also has once again proven history and exerts a powerful experience. This consciousness is fuzzy, the action is clear. In my persuasion and decoy failed, he just in my eyes is an object. He resist power, with their mouth closed. Pour on the clothes and sheets. His stubborn is I didn't predict, this kind of character I will it to nature. Resistance of power in a one-year-old child, this show directly, there are no signs of compromise. Continue to hot violence so failure, his head. In the past for a period of time, I suddenly afraid of, I guess, if he had an accident, if he left a legacy, such as dementia, mental retardation, then what am I? The sinner? The murderer? Tell from the reason, these will not happen, I have confirmed childhood experiences. But my tears don't earn gas down. Wife looked at me with tears, she might think of love and responsibility. He looked at my tears and stopped the exaggerated crying, his eyes pure, his facial expression is composed. He saw a life outside of emotions, this can reveal many explanations. At that time, my tears cannot be explained by myself, now I remember, my tears are worried that more is the powerful memorial is a complete failure. This failure also depends on other events, and in another time. This is also my failure and a process because of the life. This can have another way, I didn't find it. I'm sick. Be agitated. Fragile. The tears. Power. Failure. I will review my failures. This is a life, a life must have its rights can be respected, this power will not be denied because I give. If return to the life in the process of the birth of fastidious, the birth of this life are the result of a pleasure, he may not appreciate me? And I have to pay for the pleasure? I'm sick. I began to have a fever. The past memory of grey and black clouds mixed together to hit me again. The gray and black clouds to see their source, speculated that less than their destination. Every time trying to give them a definition, can cause me to the heart from the body of the weak. My illness is also nature, must be recurrence at this time. The public opinion is never doubt my disease nature, my disease because of insisting on exploring, I can feel the things I own, should make the explanation. 4 memory must be color, the color of this memory is red. Bed is covered with bright red sheets, sofa color is dark red. The lantern on the door, and red. The noise of the firecrackers outside the window with. Green leaves ripples, inside the transparent cup hot water into light green. A clean book, sending out the scent of fresh ink. Small body scraped from the bedroom to the sitting room, the little feet on the floor as rhythmic drum sound. Such repeated several times, he stand in front of my eyes, and looked at me silent, I feel he eyes stare. Then I heard the voice sounded, completely different from the usual ah. Clear. Bright. Mountain spring splash. Spring rain was raining. The wind through the trees. This voice filled with unreal dream vapour throughout my body and mind. Never had any previous preparation, vague, vague. I listened to the utter amazement, I half knelt beside him and I said, call again. He shouted out clearly. He first sentence in this lifetime to shout: dad. He two words will I knocked down, I have no resistance. I jumped up, I immediately rushed to the living room. Mother, father, wife looked at me, don't know what happened. I loudly announced that he and my children, son, for the first sentence in his life, he shouted: dad. All because of this two word abnormal irritability, two word seems to have demonstrated that the gift of life. He is a genius, when all people think so. This feeling is engraved on my memory, also melt in my blood. If the spring warm sun on my body, if I keep my heart to relax, if I am willing to speculation about the future, I think, I will continue to describe this feeling to anyone, and want to get their response with a huge smile. In fact, the two words there is another meaning, deep. All my feeling appearance, revel in an affirmation, vanity atmosphere is difficult to extricate themselves. As you can never have for you, but it seems that the world all people can easily get dismissed, god suddenly gives you equal rights, under the impact of the one kind of joy, you are not forgotten early, and you can actually naive think, you are the only, you is not possessed by other people. If I now to the analysis, my attitude is cold cool. Is a chain, and smile and make you willing to be bound; Is unlimited tracks, stretching, let you how to slow or scurrying out of not be traction. Under the supervision of black humor, irony, this chain is created by myself, and track the starting point is my training and the training of all, he refused to accept the training. Is a start, two words start morphing into spoken language, body language essence component is required, to obtain, greed, will not be return. Another memory is dark green. Cement road only two hundred meters, only a street lamp, a dim light. East is a few people with high walls, on the wall is miscellaneous tree, for me, no basic name; Is the residential building on the west, north and south, then, because of the SARS outbreak, export of build by laying bricks or stones to death, the road became a dead end. I search Holly bushes along the high overhead, holding a torch in his hand. Years of dry leaves and rubbish hiding in the bushes. The way people, did not stop to ask me, even the curious eyes. He, behind me, sobbing, his sobs I can listen to the voice of the false. Under the lonely street lamp black and green trees, my face is black and green. He, so directly to the greed of money, no implicit expression. He take money directly from the home, to buy his favorite things, eat, play, he will everything can be. I despair, despair because of his wisdom. The rest of the money he hid in Holly, Holly will roadside miscellaneous tree covered half of the body. He casually home, killed also don't admit the fact that he stole money. I again and again along a cement road for two hundred meters, I am looking for? I asked myself half on the bushes. I sent him standing on a corner of the sofa. I sit and meditate. Wife, she has never played a literary talent. Her vivid picture next to him. He will be arrested, he will be put into prison, and all the people in this world will be abandoned him, and he even eventually will starve to death, will freeze to death, to sum up, his end badly, most importantly, the cause of these results is because he stole home fifty yuan. I never knew that his wife have such literary talent, I listen to hear the laughing, he from the Angle of sofa has slightly swollen eyes looked at me. I smile because I'm tired. He was very young, I'll teach him again and again to read, at the beginning of the people, this is good. I will inspire, induction and asked him, two pears is placed in front of you, which one you will take? I'm waiting for his answer, then whatever the outcome, I will immediately publish my remark, I of the traditional moral values. He never found, I would like to. Which wouldn't take, he says, because he doesn't like to eat pears. I also remembered his misdeeds. I'm sure had he similar experiences, I also had stolen his father's money, but I have more wisdom, to now have not up. I am still living, though depressed, sad, but I do not arrested, more have not been put into prison. He must have realized that he made a real big mistake, he confessed, with his tears. But it is so, his eyes are bright. At this time, if I face the mirror, no matter how I blink my eyes, tall my eyebrows, my eyes still cloudy. He was wrong, I'm wrong. The public opinion his fault is a challenge, was immediately correct, how is the effect is not clear. My fault or is in my nature, but by this time the nature is hypocrisy. I never doubt that public opinion, but I never follows the public opinion -- osmosis is, I don't have substantial doubt, my question is just a kind of language game. I can only give him the most common of the most common, I don't have the ability to give him more. Face of his nature is revealed, I am scared, I don't have the guts to test, I will inherit the morality of push to him, as a result, I felt a reassuring, although my eyes is full of confusion. He can only genetic my nature, his fate is his, and I, and complete strangers, the alien yellow unknown, I don't have the ability to see. This is my sorrow, but also his sorrow, is the world's sorrow. I have no right to entertain wild hope, I also have no right to ask for, I can only watch, in my life.