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y7gm2081 · Posted: Fri 9:21, 20 May 2011 Post subject: hidden so sad to me

a person still in their own world for a long time, has long been blind to their own feelings of the junction,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a personal memorial of love that in the past, revealing that the vulnerability can not be touched on the broken. Submerged in the excitement of all blocks; stay again and again, and again forced themselves forward, so continue it everything that a permanent end.

Shenzhen summer seems more than any other city in advance of the arrival of more,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], such as the spring went on, the average temperature of 26 degrees, seems to let the crowded streets, change it as fire in the stove; the only Fortunately the night in Shenzhen, the temperature more comfortable, the night market every night, than during the day and the flow of people, has become stark contrast; crowded; always with me my sister went to the night market and the pedestrian, although shopping is not my hobby, But only in the presence of a resignation. Looked at his sister's music that music does not fatigue strength, and shook his head. May have lost the mind share of forgetting, in reality, all these things, can not afford it with no joy; not head the whole night market shopping,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a variety of North-South flavor snack, there are a wide variety of decorations, scattered goods. Fill up this busy street; of course I'm used to the silence, I rarely see the situation of bargaining with others, not me, so lofty,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but my sister Spectral Essence strange bargain master. In their Tuomohengfei starts,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], counter-offer process, sit on the sidelines. Enjoy this dramatic true feelings; in a very long time, I think in so many people like music is not tired of shopping, perhaps they are not concerned about new items and happy buying, but that the purchase process' thrilling 'material enjoyment; night relentlessly and hold up the corner of the fragile mind for you, for the past, the memory I'm just casting haze of confusion,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], helplessness, Anxieties, memory loss, hurt pregnant, I should not use such words to tell should not have to change the ending is cruel illusion.

blinding the corner, crowded people. Do not see the head in the street, hidden so sad to me; distant return, has long been unable to return head.
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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.

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