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Wysłany: Śro 14:16, 04 Maj 2011
Temat postu: Castle Peak Pinnacle Liu Hanyan .
Spring grass grass birds Huan ,Polo Ralph Lauren, Xiahe charming dance limp District Council .
Chrysanthemum elegant welcome visitors,tods, with plum resistant to the bitter cold of winter snows .
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( a) of Huan Chun
spring grass grass birds ,casque beats, Castle Peak Pinnacle Liu Hanyan .
fragrant flowers everywhere overflow ,Polo Ralph Lauren pas cher, set out a dream deeply Pina Green Wave .
( b) summer
Xiahe charming dance limp District Council ,beats by dre, Queen Pina peach with water . Ling Po were Yayun
fairy , too true , see Jiao Yan bath .
( c) The Story of Qiu Autumn
elegant welcome guest , Tan Kwai Hong universal mass flow . Silk Mountain
secluded from the tour ,Casque dr dre, Maple full Shandian as fire .
( d) resistance to plum in winter with bitter cold of winter snow
, lift your head to the heavens . Paper Hearts
passion lying drunk , laid-back chic set Pina dream .
smart but not good tolerance
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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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