tory burch Desire to lose the tree _1751

Desire to lose the tree

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infected with the rainy season the sky and lonely in this crowded city, like a flower in full bloom tis not need rain moisture.
grass that has been desolate trees old trees, the legendary love of people wishing silently under the tree can last forever.
the fatigue I had the honor came with one of its side.
trees have a lot of supporters around, like a small park, I looked down at the beautiful beyond words.
patted the side of the bag, I do not know how far they have gone,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the world's end, I want to go, it seems that nothing is worth something can be reluctant to allow me to stop this stupid idea.
beautiful legends about this tree is very small, listening to my grandmother talking about, what a nice tree branches covered with a lot of lovers of the prayer, they may now be perfect, but what I have here in prayer?
I stroked the tall tree, a sudden impulse to want to cry, to himself to give him a hug of fantasy, perhaps I was alone and lonely wretch, rough skin and delicate touch to my body, feel that they really needs a hug.
started cold air, and I wept at the distant ... ...

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very classic house decorated inside and out made me feel I'm back in the late Qing Dynasty, there is the joy of singing birds, hear the creak of wood sound issue, I looked at his eyes everything here, including that hanging red lanterns, this is no mere annoyance but a small village.
\very happy to see a woman, is a large clothes home decorative embroidery blossoming flowers, beautiful.
\look, made me feel very warm.
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\I can not imagine the population is so small, there is so much room, but very clean,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], it seems they are cleaned every day, perhaps in some other place like me waiting for the guests to add some quiet family atmosphere it.
room is quaint, small to large I have not slept in the bed, all made of wood, everywhere around the smell of the trees.
I put down the bag, the young girl happily dancing come to me, blinking eyes.
\nodded her sweet little nose.
\Ha, then Ay,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], my mother said, here is the world's most beautiful place! \

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finished the meal, the young girl began to tell me her house, her father not at home all year round, the empty house, only she and my grandmother, have their roots here, with their future, in their eyes Outside in the virtual world is a terrible, dare to go out to the big city, a generation and then a generation in the small village right there in the magical legend of the tree tree.
I was surprised to find that the people of this village seem to be living in the last century, in the city you can not find them all, I am very comfortable here, breathing the breath of every corner.
rainy weather, where it is wet, the road paved with stones, be rained very happy, full of both sides of the road race of the village under the flowers, breathing, feeling a kind of rebirth.
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\, I remember holding his favorite in the rainy season and I walk with my mother ... ... \
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\disturbed ... ... shook his head, perhaps this simple man is not the change that bustling city of corruption, I hope so.
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I am glad to see this in the village a couple's wedding, the bride wore the most red peasant dress, red coat embroidered with peony, also embroidered with little flowers on the shoes, the head is quite arbitrary off wearing a bright red flowers, everything seems simple and with a festivity. The groom is also a red noise of the villagers came to the Wishing Tree in the front holding the bride, and then write down the names of two people hanging on tree branches, all the simple and romantic ... ... I suddenly feel very lonely, and when I can so, perhaps only this simple village to find the true forever.

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\child father, me and my children are missing you, come back to see us, especially ... ... \sister embarrassed his head, like a wrong child.
I smiled, and crossed out.

quietly lived here more than a month, but I found very little young girl's father a letter, written greetings are simple, and sometimes I also guess, but to see their innocent eyes, not the heart.
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\The. sister has no friends, no lovers, only I feel lonely every day I work,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], work, eat,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], sleep. I loved a man, just like your grandmother miss your father like that feelings, the result ... ... He fell in love with a woman more beautiful than her sister, who is now married, Oh, then I think that the city did not simply love, they are quick to love eating bread, and have been deterioration of love ... ... \\... ... maybe I do not know, but I know you are sad. \For me, it was kind of longing is also looking forward to. \\

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