only a few months only

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of : Dream

Ouyang , I'm gone,beats by dre, your mind will be sick? You 'll wait for me back? If I go ,
when I come back again , if you leave, I really will kill myself !
Ouyang , I just went to the field a few months back, back, back to Hunan with us to see their parents doing ?
Ouyang , promise me, so I have to come back? Our love , can not so easily give up , okay ?
Ouyang , to wait for me till I come back !

receive your text messages ,dre beats, have been very happy ,beats by dre,
After all, some days not in receipt of text messages you sent me ,
read your message,tods, my heart very helpless!
you ask me , Without you ,tods shoes, I can loose the fun? In fact ,
I'll tell you ,tods men, I went to the field, only a few months only, may be back on soon enough ,
I just want to go outside to look at , perhaps , I can for our future , Do something ?

这就是底价！

华，就如你爱我一样，一直到永远

We were driving along the road from Treguier to Kervanda. We passed at a smart trot between the hedges topping an earth wall on each side of the road; then at the foot of the steep ascent before Ploumar the horse dropped into a walk, and the driver jumped down heavily from the box. He flicked his whip and climbed the incline, stepping clumsily uphill by the side of the carriage, one hand on the footboard, his eyes on the ground. After a while he lifted his head, pointed up the road with the end of the whip, and said--
"The idiot!"
The sun was shining violently upon the undulating surface of the land. The rises were topped by clumps of meagre trees, with their branches showing high on the sky as if they had been perched upon stilts. The small fields, cut up by hedges and stone walls that zig-zagged over the slopes, lay in rectangular patches of vivid greens and yellows, resembling the unskilful daubs of a naive picture. And the landscape was divided in two by the white streak of a road stretching in long loops far away, like a river of dust crawling out of the hills on its way to the sea.
"Here he is," said the driver, again.
In the long grass bordering the road a face glided past the carriage at the level of the wheels as we drove slowly by. The imbecile face was red, and the bullet head with close-cropped hair seemed to lie alone, its chin in the dust. The body was lost in the bushes growing thick along the bottom of the deep ditch.