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Bihe is my first love in my life, she has emerged in the spring breeze blow, is the shade of the summer, the fall in the cinnamon, is a winter's fire.
Bihe is a fresh and natural girl, I always put his pen HUXIN compared Pu, kind, beautiful [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], generous, smart, smart
has shown signs of Bihe the end of the name in the southern town , late spring in March, the whole town is shrouded in misty rain was Mimang, fog-like, sad I feel as if the general sentiment. One driven to distraction, weather-beaten leaves and flowers Junior frustrated wandering in the deep lanes, the young innocent laughter and Apricot swaying wall so that he lost as rain peach double as a tender and beautiful girl Linglong land and a long absence appears with the sun still, left out of lanes, I immediately felt the spring breeze blowing in March full of life, Fallen flowers into the matrix, under the Bihe ON TOURISM, people who can not help but think of falling independent, micro swift double fly lines. So we met met.
With Bihe companionship, although I still lost as before, but it would not be so lonely a Bihe a free will by my side, chatting with life bit by bit I heard, about the Bihe , with a smile [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but I often get distracted. Bihe is a considerate girl and I in a trance, distracted look cute and hate, but she never blame me, but also deliberately humorous passages from the book go to school joke, to tell me make me happy.
We sat on the grass side by side, on the ground exuberant Bicao you next to me, I crammed you, many of unknown flowers Zhengfangdouyan, attracted bees fly Splendor. I have repeatedly rounded fullness of the Bihe peep, soft black and long hair draped over his shoulders face the door ajar, even more rosy like the new tomato, also added some maturity and charm, radiates under the breeze a lightly creamy aroma, leading into the drunk. I want to be able to hold her in my arms, the more the United States
meet again at a time when the weather in early May, the beautiful plain, dreams Water. Bihe attack with a long white dress, in the blurred moonlight deeply, I came to light, summer wind Yang Zhao Qing her long hair, but also blows her skirt, the Wind is more fragrant shavings , Bihe's dress in the moonlight pendulum, my soul had been killed. I was holding Bihe
hand picking her body sideways in the lotus pond, will be nasty to her into the arms of homeopathic willow shore, Xiaofeng moon, we lingered at the lake [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], watching blue paddle boat , a couple in front of both pan over our lake nestled in the stone railing, watching the misty rain air deceive the lake, with shallow melancholy heart.
She took my hand and said: I will give you the egg board, a tulip taste.
Bihe girl is a pure and refined, is the blue sky mundane, her love and deeper than the sea is also vast. I often think to know Bihe, but also live this life the imaginary line.
when we drink, indulge in romantic love, the cruel reality step by step closer to us. Bihe brought by her family, far north, I can only on the Wind, Trinidad sent to thinking. Bihe phone every night in your eyes, as time goes by, I feel more and more good fantasy well hung in the balance of this love may be my natural cowardice, when Bihe when asked how do I do? I was speechless. I would like to let go, perhaps this is the most correct way most liability most painful thing in life, than to reject a love and love their own people. Bihe is still wife, phoned and begged me to give her another chance, why should properly break it? The reason I'm confused as if the sword broke her heart generally, also pierced my heart broken, scarred
life is a dream doomed fate in the passage of time we never meant for many years past, such as vaguely like clouds smoke, but always can not help but to think about it with a stubborn passion, a thousand times can not help but recall the time that year fell in love. If life can come again how wonderful I will be desperate and Bihe be together forever, our love will surely last forever, the end of time if in his last moments [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], pulling her long silky hand, smiling sleep, life has no regrets carry on