every dream

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dream is a common practice for me, I've always been chasing the dream, fled to a crevice on the train, it was the rescue, every dream, and no results. The dream is always traveling, how many times across both sides of the zigzag bridge full of lotus flowers, remember many years after the original scene. A school is a complex, tourism is also a hope, not because I think it is unwilling, as the reality does not meet the only Guanghua weird dream?

escape, avoid one word, in the dream is to escape reality, to escape, whether it is emotional and career, want to dare to do, even in a dream, free, and how many magic and reality How much frustration has also been the most striking contrast,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! Life is a dream, and in reality, revel in the joys and sorrows of dream,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], where is can you have?

time really soon,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], although we do not want to admit that he's old, new generation to see the street, do not you old? The irony is that their not feel older, heart still in the twenties of the time.to youth, to youth,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!

the meaning of life that we have been a topic of concern, the negative number to life what life what can we all like to avoid, but can not hold well in the hand. The meaning of life, the end of life is our favorite bear, the pain of torture is not the generation, that the pain of cracked skin staged from time to time! Too many want things, but why not get the destiny, do not know what kind of logic? Perhaps this is the law of life? A shelter,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], there are wives, most people can and some can have to meet us! There is no way to eat dead birds dead man wealth, in order to improve our material at distorting the spirit!

dream does not mean anything, some people say the opposite of dream and reality, the principle is the only dream is to suppress the release of the soul,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Riyousuosi night had a dream, what else? The benefits of dream is to meet people's vanity, the reality of helplessness can only have one addiction in my dreams, and perhaps this is a dream come true said!

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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.