Many cattle on the prairie , but let me strange that little cow dung . Later , the family quickly imposed . I think, do not dream, Gaoqian it. I took account of the wife and kids moved back, to save money , a brick hands . Surrounded by a few acres of land , built a house several thousand square meters , dream flourishes . Repair of the house the day , no thought, no poetic mind that only money , and only ash bricks and sand . Only the pain and frustration of endless silence torso . Be a few years later, the village people are open on the BMW , and I'm still broke. The side of the books, ink , paper and ink , are covered with green moss . Well built , your heart been emptied. Without knowledge , there is no poetry . Calligraphy , hand shaking , people are numb. Really has unlettered , poor and white ah. Haste makes waste , ah, my heart purposes too, but not available.
Yanruo Shun Wah , face, such as peaches and plums, muscle like porcelain , Jin Hui heart mass .
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