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iloiuvis · Posted: Thu 22:11, 31 Mar 2011 Post subject: Shu Embroidery

Who is using the shuttle from a hand-woven brocade, the years peeling off the wall to see a child, paper umbrella propped up in the misty rain embroidered days, as to leave a smile ** level ...

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Wind and Smoke, he aspect battle, the bloody annihilation of the history of desert dust, and he calls her name over and over again, maybe ... can not hear the ... ... in that place , that time, the arrow fly across the sand and capsules Flurry step into his, at that moment, a blood ... ... Yanguoliusheng, dense mass of water vapor in the south of the town, holding her needle and thread, in which stone whose son had witnessed their side, or the river, the so-called Sansei stone, the so-called primitive universe, The so-called life is but vain if the dust, the fireworks end, there is who is going to watch the memory? Blue awaits, and she was waiting for him ... ...

come to a close, I heard broken strings, her leap, the dust has settled, buried in the Red ... ... relentless tide is running with, the bloody history and the helplessness of human nature into ever bleached ... ...

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