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The snow is white and the earth is lonely. The bald scorpion stabbed in front of the stranger. "Let's go a little further, it's better." The tiny voice was dark and monologue. The cracked earth, the longitudinal and transverse cracks Marlboro Lights, the relaxation, and the bitter cold holding the reincarnation. Deeply taking a breath, gasping, wanting to stay more, unable to give up the sleepy eyes, "heart is not willing", the earth covered with cracks is in front of you. Why, why is it so short, why is the wind blowing, the trees covered with wrinkles of the wisdom ring, indifferently looking at the vine, cold, "My body, soul, you are alive and tormented, deep imprint, ruthlessly wrapped You are always clinging to me so tightly, I am too tired, when I stand up and learn to walk independently. I want to be free and happy to live!". I also squinted at the vines and the snow was melted by the enthusiasm of the sun. One drop, one drop, the drops of snow and water drops, the synthesis of the trickle, the flow of the trend. Fuji first touched the trunk, then looked at himself, wet, and wet the sleepy heart of each other. The back of her hand gently wiped the tears, I can't remember how many times, I don't know why it is like this, tears. The trivial life collided, and the accumulation of fissures was born. The flowers of disgusting opened up, the fruit of hatred, and for a moment, one day, one month, several decades, slowly grew up, and then became a face, finally helpless. Cracked, along the back-to-back direction, the cracks go further and further. Leaving the ground high, hanging in the air, helpless vines, tears of grievances, through tears, homesick, home, at the feet of their own living, bow down, where Marlboro Cigarettes, where. Not far away, not far away. However, my heart is still far away, far away, am I happy? When you are embarrassed, you said, we wander, go to the horizon, go to the unknown, where the bright sunshine, the birds often come to be companions, sing and sing, the sun shines generously, you can also see the colorful scenery, people come People, fields, streams, mountains, seas, we are always on the ground, oh, oh, come and go, what do you mean? And the puppies stepped on, the garbage lay down, the naughty child's feet slammed hard, and suffered thousands of raging, the old wounds were not good, new injuries came. Always scarred. Other grasses, small flowers will also be mad to grab the poor soil we live on. Let's go, let's go, create the horizon, watch the scenery and the annual rings pass by, the branches are dry, two, three..., withered and exhausted. The distant footsteps can't escape the entanglement of homesickness. Rattan was speechless, bowed his head, thinking, thinking of her homesickness, when she was a child, happy playmates, simple and honest indigenous customs, and even smelled the true color of the earth Wholesale Cigarettes. Yes, today's high places, the wind blows first, the rain hits first, where is it, or is it so cold? Quietly, occasionally, the sound of the wall top peeling pain can still be heard, tell me, go to the distance, wandering, looking for the sunshine that belongs to my own heights, walking, walking, I am tired, how eager to go home . "You stare in deep affection. "Don't let go, either fall down, break yourself, hurt." How many times softly and whispering, I cried, I want to go home, go home, homesick, you hesitate, "The home is below, not far away, hey, I am not wrong at all." "That's it, a little bit, a little bit, grow up, stay away from the ground, away from home time, ruthless, hurry, you squint, fiercely, "The body is too heavy, so I can't get out of it, can you light it?" Point, tap, no, you go home alone. One day, the loggers accidentally passed. You said, "Cut off her, you can use it for cooking. The man snorted. "No, don't, it's scarred and it takes a lot of effort." "," It��s not good to cut it off. The vines are entwined with trees. The tree embraces the vines and the vines are desperate. I don��t know how many sad tears have flowed down, the wrong person, the mildew, and the dust. Tree, what about my life? "I can't help, really, can't stand the night, think about it, can't sleep, tomorrow I want to be independent. Leave the wall that doesn't want to see the familiar stranger's wall again, near the vine, he said, "Look for me. Well, you are smart and beautiful. "I like to talk to you and work together. I watched your actions and the fate was gone. Rattan bravely shouted, "I left, left you, you, from then on, the vines are quietly growing, slowly The approach is close, climbing the wall, blending into his life, the reality is wonderful. Say goodbye, monotonous past. Passers-by said that the vine is so beautiful, crossing the tree and climbing the wall, once higher than once. Rattan listened, silently, did not say a word, but did not know what to say about her, happy to live, do not want anything. The days are so long, simple and beautiful. The wall is also happy to have a day on the face, and it has passed. Tree, okay, free. After January passed, the tree still smiled. Years have passed and the tree is empty. The child's knife is engraved with the trunk covered with no vines, sweating and forming a deep scar. He found, a thorny rose, "Let's live together, you sway beautiful, aroma." Rose nodded. It was stabbed in the dark, and some people said that the rattan is simple and durable. The rose is gloomy. In the night, the rose is sullen and angry. do not know why? The tree suddenly, think of the vine, never give up Marlboro Red. He slammed the thorny rose hard, you were "elegant, but I didn't want it.", leave me, hysterically. The more you think about him, the more distressed you are, the more you think of the benefits of the vine. There is no thorn, and you never hurt others for your own selfish interests Carton Of Cigarettes. So he struggled to disappear him and found the vine. "You, it is mine, I still love you, can't live without you.", the sad crying wall whimpered, "Let's go, I am almost ready I don't want to drag you down, let's go, I know, you, secretly, you must think about him, after all, together for many years. "No", "I don't go", she shakes her head, painfully, The wall was violently full of life in the stormy night, and the vines once again shed a gloomy tear. They also walked the end of life with the wall. Before leaving, she looked at the bitter tree, if not going to the end of the world, I don't want to go up, don't look for the sun, maybe, we have been fine. You live well, live, the past is good, it's good, take care of yourself. After that, the vine leaves with tears. She and the wall go Soon, the tree is gone, and I will not forget it, or the vine is good, whispering, "Why, lost, why, in the end, who can tell me?" ��