regret and regret.


I and surplus in normal life, profit is not a pretty girl, but I just fall in love at first sight for her. But our feelings so again and again missed each other, Tong don’t break the layer of paper, because that layer of paper there are our friends — english. English is our good friend, Ying know English has a special liking for meoverhead garage storage, you put the feelings buried in the heart. And I, not a man, for profit only buried deep in the heart of love, she didn’t know, so I and English communication. -

Time really quickly, three years of “rice porridge life” so hasty, I haven’t been to the profit I love her. In a night before graduation, the three of us wandering in the teaching building of the corridorTeny Wu, may have graduated bring sad, may be after graduation will each rush thing, English cry, I and surplus being at a loss what to do, the tacit understanding to left in succession, from our teaching building, go to the top. At that time, my heart good good good ahfashion men clothing, really want to put himself to her that love to speak out, but words to his mouth and swallowed slobber. Finally, the full opening, my wishful thinking that she expresses her love to me, but I was wrong, she only told me, want me to stay, because I am the love people. I’m disappointed disappointed! I am in the heart of resistance: No, I don’t like English, I love is you, is you — surplus. Do you know? I’d like to tell you, but I have not the courage, if you refuse me, I’m afraid afraid of… -

In a flash, we graduated from it has been seven or eight years, in the last few years of hoursSamsung Galaxy Note 3 Defender, I always not to the full expression of my love for her. I finally see surplus married, I’m married and english. Say it a moment, my heart in think of surplus, for she always have a care. Sometimes think, I’m really sorry my wife. See surplus find her other halfinvestment, live a happy life, I only wish they were in the bottom of my heart, my feelings buried the bottom of my heart, everybody knows I know but she didn’t knowAsian college of knowledge management. -

With the snow falling plum dance

A misty rain, ending the Jiangnan poetic; a season of flowers, spring is waning. “Don’t; once turned, tears buried wood and former Union; a bosom deep condensate, destined to you my love.

Silent snow, scattered, snow angel fantasy. Falling plum season snow, dancing all the century world of mortals. She, from dust, but dust buried. How many years is tender, only in exchange for a dance. Don’t ask the past, just for today, turn into Chunni more quadrangle. She did not miss immeasurably vast difference busy spring and autumn, the wind to fly to the end of the day. Numerous hills and streams, the remotest corners of the globe, no regrets.

Wan, Shui Mei she, Wan in the central water. How much water Jiangnan worry, like a round soft. She, flowers on guest, if water three thousand du. How many times looking back, only in exchange for this life turned. No complaints from the war, not permits forever, enjoy while one can. She is not human countless romantic guest, who will each edge stick. If you do not leave, I will not abandon, agreed to this life.

If you ask, there is snow on the ground, into the water, endlessly also sleepless. You know, time travel, lethe River, I eagerly look forward to. If you ask, just like Southern poetry, dark, don’t also not scattered. You know, on the horizon, the best, but his love of my heart.

Not the world of nostalgia, unwilling to face the separation. If you leave, each Ann tianya. If you do not leave, my heart forever. She, a red dust in the ordinary woman.

Geometry of life, don’t waste. Encounter that edge, be fu. Cheng Jun Connaught, thousands of years of love. You may recall, our initial.