no matter what your attitude to face

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to remember that only

Please look
in the wind
then turned around at the moment
Xi Murong
look at me
Health parting
see today this poem, and my heart filled with emotion, I did a little bit of change, after all, is the master of the character to others, but I'm just a dust. I had never experienced true love, I think this world is there for me,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], there I am, in the world, without me, the world will disappear. This is my childhood innocence it? I think not. Now I'm approaching its peak, but for the love wandering away from home on the road,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], unloved,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], unloved, is not all life a play? I could not even they did not answer, how can it ask the people, love really is a very hurtful thing, no matter what your attitude to face, when their love eventually into foam, felt like this really do not comfortable, once might have been dust in the eyes of others, loved how what? Do not love what? I remember she once said to me, wait for me to three years old,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], so I gave her three-year-old a perfect and happy family. For this I have been to insist that for this became my belief, however, she suddenly became someone else's bride, I hate it? Do not hate, I think she must have their own reasons, have their own reasons,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I blame it? Do not complain, she had her choice, she has her decision, and I just chose to wait, I already know the results. Tell her, but this what? For her may be a burden, the burden of people are very tired, so I do not tell her I miss her, I did not tell her I am waiting for her, because I wish she was happy
in his unpredictable reunion in years
you and I will become a stranger
students leave, we met in life, then we become strangers in life, such a result is really cruel, I think this is not the result I want you, the students leave, why not leave it dead, psychological feel better so that we, since you do not consider my feelings, then! Let the students leave it. Remember I will always love you
I will no longer
miss vitality and
you will be at the moment
Xi Mo sad sad

Please look
my face today
in the wind, the rain
good expectations of love,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], ah, I hope to heartbreak, approaching my thirties, is helpless, and approaching my thirties, is alone, as if love is for me a great deal of Luxury
go back to gaze once
look at me
Another example is no longer so tonight
good one, please look at me, look at me can not wait for the next life, look at me not to remember the life of missed, look at me not to remember our love,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and then look at me, is not to the next life I can with you.

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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.