Title: The winter tiffany in my past life
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Blog Entry: In the morning, the white-capped mountains was covered by the winter snow, we wake up tiffany jewellery lazily, and secretly poke window frames on the thin paper, chilly and a gap coming down from the eyes of scenery, trees, branches become fluffy tail like a naughty rabbit; become fluffy white roof, the roof of the snow stuck all the way, is a peek at our last night in the intimate scene, right? Mountain on a small animal messy footprint, it is to extend the distance. Open the door, fresh and cool tiffany breeze hit his chest. I took your hand out of the house; your clothes are full of bright red River red ribbon only. In my past lives, the mountain is silver, silence full of Sichuan are like a fairy-tale world! In past lives, love is the crystallization of a group of boys and girls, all chattering chaotic, slapstick by them, at most, a few drops of tears and his head is more than a few packets; any of them to wade the stream, up to a few wet pants and several pairs of shoes; The fragrance exudes a touch tiffany necklace of flowers, as I never restless heart - flat and soft. Walking in the path among the flowers, wandering around in the bees, butterflies, swirls of space, I greedily breathe only fragrance and fragrance belongs to me. The bamboo fence around the yard, just covered with morning glory, baby pink and tender, like a small horn mouth, softly open the. Go around the stems like interlocking fingers of your lover and tender hand. let them go to the wilderness, is nothing tiffany london more than to be pro-small bee on a few mouthfuls. Past the time slowly passed, we had black hair in white hair, and then turned into silver. A spring day, warm sun on your dry mouth, but also illuminates a gully aspect of my face, we hand in hand, leaning against the sunny slopes, are under a fluffy hay. We are talking interesting young tiffany jewelry man, your face as much as a hint of blush. Distance of the towering snow-capped mountains, clear the snow line is that I first met you, you white collar sand towel. Foot floating clouds, water gurgling, green trees and branches have started out. We hugged, follow up and down the rippling of the butterflies, bees, we butterfly dance. In the past life of life, not fame of fatigue, there is no intrigue tired, not the pressures of life, only Clouds slowly genuine tiffany jewellery drifting, Oozes happiness flowing, Time to go slowly. We are a woodcutter's house, the child's slapstick, and her smile and hug I can happily spend the day time. In my eyes, past life time, is so long and slow; past life of happiness, is so warm and lingering. In the past life, I just want to make a simple woodcutter, with a simple heart been simple life. Years of reincarnation, I tiffany store london walk in this life on the road, road traffic, such as spider web-like shuttle-intensive and messy. Everywhere lined with tall buildings, crowded market where, exhausted and helpless in the face of writing, had no air in the fragrance of flowers and fragrance. I find you I have lived in the mountains, look forward to meet you again, appeared in front of the gate is tall, beautiful welcome Miss, expensive tickets, a variety of antique buildings, as well as if elated but hurry the visitors. Piece of past lives and when you first met, surrounded by rugged mountain wild chrysanthemum has long been invisible, and I lost in the middle of the road of life! From tiffany london sale the sky to the sunset glow, I can not find your shadow, I cry out your name, mountains echoed my voice - dear, where are you i
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