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<td class=\of the world, walking alone through the foot of the road as seventeen years alone, Shaohua floating light, gently shallow, simple. The disappearance of all the people all of a sudden, no rainbow bridge are like heaven to walk in the shadow of the earth moving Tuojiang water runs through the graceful, old stand on stilts, watching Yingyingchaochao Qiongqiong larvae Kuwata the human sea of water. The light shines in the dark alone in the boat on the river, the wind light and clear ringing the sides of the leaves are pulled the strings of my heart. I then look no more rainbow Taishou not only insincere smile of wind ramble Suo Yan.
  many people around me are light and over, I do not know their names and can not remember their faces, just like many things in life in the moment in my memory the appearance of dissipation and mortal, did not leave traces so that I can trace it erected a monument to pay tribute to it. However, the line one minute fifty-seven seconds after the hundred and forty three steps, she usually appeared in my line of sight is integrated into my memory forever. Many years later I am still trying to pass me all the girls between the brow and head, to find she had left a message, a little bit of stitching from my memory of her beauty. She is my joy, my pain, my soul in the fire, and soul in the light, like fireflies in the summer shine Ruoyouruowu vaguely anxious my heart. Summer there will be countless millions of fireflies firefly converged into a moving flow of Magic, obviously destroy destroy, eat only a little, but not numerous her. They have the light of her dark her her fragrance, but I know she left me forever, we just never never way back way back in the summer meeting.
  one point fifty-seven seconds the line over five hundred and forty three-step turn to the left is a store called \Sunshine thin sun, unable to baked earth, the remaining light was starting to curl the river waves sent to the left of the bridge shore breeze, such as the bridge carrying the golden light with the vicissitudes of history, human's changing rapidly. Bookstore proprietress looked at the scenery outside the bridge within a bridge waiting for the guests. As usual, I will not show their teeth for her smile and then nodded slightly counted as greeting, and then turn right to go to the shelves and stopped three steps to find the joy of books I like the text.
  I turned around, the body remained at the door, his eyes have not had time to diffuse the books in the house soon as he entered the Freeze thin are searching to live, time to stop at that moment forward, forever fixed. I saw her, that if a girl like fireflies, she stand sunset, smoke For evening breeze on the river wash to the world of fireworks, such as the line of clear sky as rain washed Bi practice micro-eyes flashing is not visible light, sunset Hui oblique flow between the feelings of swaying with the changes. I remember that moment to become submerged Fair, a tag, when I could not help fall into the morass of past wandering aimlessly in the side after it, I feel all the deeds have become visible curl of smoke rose slowly and then with the westerly In my life completely gone, fading Hongqiao colorful arc for a gray, the wind blows the ashes scattered for thousands of floating down the endless void, all the words attached to the bridge, all Lovers also vanish. But her unique style has not the destruction of the surrounding die together rather more clearly and more clear, her hair, her facial features, her graceful posture and even faint aroma of her in my eyes a little bit of assembly emerge My eyesight as far as the summer day and all images, regardless of the night.
  She stood there, holding books, looked him in the mind sees and Toshihaya mildly delicate flowing into one, regardless of the text he me, mountains and cloud level, clear water culvert empty landscape of the world pursue their way for another She is to show the whole person by the kind of elegant and refined temperament. Many years later, when the memory hit my heart again, then dim incomparably clear cut is the first to come out of this stock temperament,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and later was her brow, her eyes, her hair red lips, until the the summer sun Bishu,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Hongqiao Diaolou, bit by bit without a miss, imitation in the heads.
  go to see a woman in the road between the dim room she left the film a bit I began to recall their brains trying to get her is another woman or other women up the image of the diametrically opposite collage Looking at the summer. However, some, it may be quiet at night, it could be early morning wake up the moment, even when the Albert Einstein professor of physics class, her face just like the night wind crashed out of the ravines to be on knives like the ancient Light poured like water gurgling in my mind, even if it is a long slightly upturned in the sunshine is also extremely Ruoyouruowu eyelashes to life. Perhaps forgotten that we think of memory, but is another way hibernate in our body, if met the right temperature, they will automatically be revived as the spring return of the brown bear roaring in the memory of the forest indiscriminately, but When I deliberately went to find traces of them, they will be together in the cave to hide in the fog-like sound asleep. , Although every possible effort to date only east of the warm spring water clouds.
  I'm afraid that I was watching her in her efforts to turn attention Founder neat row of bookshelves and numb, toes lifted starting of a small step forward, suspended in mid-air off the ground fell again stimulated played by a small but not invisible Qing Xiang, reminding us of scenes in Cold Mountain but I heard the night bell into the river passenger ships, but also a clear sense at this time I lifted the shackles of the left shoe, a feeling of relaxation waves up. I bent down to clean and found a long, flat white laces still bow to the form of non-standard yellow bloom in the upper meter, although it has not thoroughly looked sluggish scattered, but the feeling of relaxation that does not disappear against a even more strongly. I gently pulled one shoelace untied and tied again, after all, in silence and feeling at the moment it struck me in the past a lot of years ago, perhaps it should be said in this attack on me.
  Miao Miao Hanyue knowing about the quiet weeping as a Xiegua blue ink color, cold silver knife throwing attack in the cold river, is a change from the sparkling water up, sparkling waves rising from the pure water vapor wetting the moon bright and clear, cold lonely silver that lost pride becomes an instant soft. Yun Lou semi-open, inclined wall of white jade, sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance overflow desolate wide woven into the cold fog light touch of the cold lonely Yanlong live toad, incense trees of the terraced rice paddies, drunk under the moon's beauty. I looked at the sky the month, in addition to sad or sad, those bright stars gone? Not seen before, but not after, I waited, waiting, waiting for it is come to the months of mourning is also the only night of the dark. Fierce night owl is immersed in the distance sound of a bleak and desolate mountains, whistling. I hope only that I hope the sky can appear a star, flashing green light I'm happy to listen carefully to my pain. Dark, deep, and I finally go back to my room only, star, the end is asleep. Hope to have people leave, go back division is always bound to look at the dilapidated mess back there has a miracle to come, but often get deeper hopelessness. I returned to the head, a flying fireflies do not know where it is weak and slightly vague flashing light, in the deep darkness that is so bright, but bright, a moment, all the gratitude, joy, melancholy, joy , mix together a painful mix of emotions toward me waving ... ... I want to touch the young hand that dim light, however, fear and a strange feeling from my pounding heart I send an instant filled The body, which is different from the fear of the howling heard ghost stories, but also quite different from the time of unsettling wrong is a difficult to accurately describe the mood. In this state of mind under the guidance, I quickly ran back to the room carefully looked at it lying on the windowsill, looking at it as a pen light to the dark night is dark cloth in the final outline of beautiful pictures, until the glory Yingying Hu Ming flickered flickering, far out, falling slowly turned into definitely the spot, look to, not a fluorescent dots, a pair of the eye such as water Xilian obviously small a nook off the light flashing off, with the reflected light in the Cang summer fishing cliff cloud sun tree like Hong Ying Ting and a bridge, the bridge of the people have gone through years of Zither Magic for the seventh year-old boy, no one listening, the number of voice minutes twilight mind.
  stood up, she is still looking at the book, I went to her side to take a book handy, light holding hands, bow overlooking, intentionally casual glimpse of the cover of her book, white background, flying fairies, dream of purple sea, and sky blue, clear character says \fiction story. The story of the novel's plot is a foregone conclusion outside the novel is still brewing. Evoke a slow beating of the heart notes, such as mountains and Hmong long duet of the song under the moon in my bones constantly rippling repercussions. Firefly night has shown signs of \gradually in the field of vision far away. Carefully in mind remember that feeling back again, although the time to light a fragrant, but Qinru bone marrow remains the same breath, clear. At the same time left feeling, but also so strong so long, but still rolling in there, did not move. I know that once they left, and she is like a duck to swim in the warm water left on Riverside Road, Qing Qian a ripple, in my quiet world Ripples came by water and then complete quiescence. Sensory images seized depth of not falling in the spirit traces of any effort to remember and constantly remind, only deception, but self-created by the reorganization of a memory or consciousness that does not exist in the memory and feelings, and her image of that if a fight with a variety of posts up the complex picture of the scene, the beautiful but not real; the case over and over again, that memory location to be Jibei in this self-deception to take the unconscious, and I lost her forever .
  When tireless pursuit of lost time, not always consciously continue to transfer thousands of years into the mood, beautiful, simple, Sentimental, all modified in this guided turning into the mood of the past Remembrance, then sailed the seven seas, when Wang Ran, a moment have become a symbol of all the good, even if cursory replacement time, the lover stay forever seventeen. However, this had not had the memory of memories, memories of the real has been the gradual killing of the remaining beautiful intoxicated. However, those who scored in his heart a deep feeling of under-ming, even if the writing or thinking it is tampered with, applied beyond recognition, early morning wake up, middle of the night Chant, always as Bing Xin Yu round, quiet night back, turned into a firefly micro-flying insects faint independence, mind, the sigh, no one knows, but clearly complex Xiao Ming, see the dust floating in the death off the pain, joy, flat, gorgeous, and even to go to that season's slanting light skew, flower lonely Even summer insects Ming Ming, one by one leak, light, dark, time, space, thought, body, everything came back to that moment, the moment freeze, even for a moment forever.
  I long for her to draw the one in my heart signs, waiting for the future, the memory has to go by, my mind constantly changing variety of programs to break the deadlock, just forming soon collapse, the design is perfect to say the end is inevitable exit I was afraid she was more afraid of her silent reply, how? How? I asked only that. Sweat of the palm of the hand, fretting the smart,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the left seems to loosen the laces, I bent down and re-fastened, in return for his word \Carried away the bridge, the look is done and sent to chaos Arthur Ting and fisheries oblique sun, It is enough, walk away, where to, where to go, can not afford thousands of thin corrugated heap final volume of snow and had to be lonely fantasy, crisp aftertaste. Thus I intend to put it back in the book, sighed, and turned his head,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], ready to go, not help, blurted out the sentence \I just feel like they have not already, look at a non-dream a dream and I do not know the play below.
  she lifted her head and look fair, electro-optical flint the moment, I know, she has her, I have my direction. Jump jump away, go away around the crowd, much to the end I suddenly heard a voice: \flow, however, where I was seventeen years old Hongqiao summer, or the age of twenty high-rise moonlit night, or twenty-year-old single drink sunset, when the forgotten time when all will be clear in the past I eyes, then perhaps the story should be remembered, however, my most frequent heart attacks is that there is no beginning nor the end of the encounter, all the pain, all the joy, and from there from the beginning and end. I suddenly felt all that does not exist, that fantastic summer, firefly-like girl, Hongqiao, Diaolou, flowing water, the line goes, the crowd noise, the roar of the wind, they are hard to find my memory During that encounter and created a forgotten product. Where I is a true memory, I will take it to the next looking for a meet, maybe one day I find that such a girl, I fell in love with her, but by no means a matter of fact I love her,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but my memory of the firefly-like girl, my girl.
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