That night, I was in love with a long hand with a green node. Where each time together, I often kissed it, listening to my heart on sweet vibes. Hien crying sore. Maybe I think we only temporarily temporarily, then I will go to the day I persuade me on my side, like a way to see how I show you. Unexpectedly, it was the last time I heard crying cries while apologizing just like hulling
. That sound was sometimes knocked on my dreams of my dreams. "Where to go back to me, I heard my love in love. Between your child's childish and ibroon
I stretched my eyes and looked at hundreds of fiber rods, bubbles, next to the dusty motorbikes. May not rain tonight. The sky will not have rain, for those fates to be less difficult. They come to this transfer latch at more than 5 pm. The early sun receiver began to calm, the golden streak got into a tired group of tired people forming long shadows, knitting together endless on the wild highway. Many parts of rice, spring water ... have been prepared to wait for them. Even sanitary pads, or baby milk for children
It was the heart's heart of my hometown, no need to say a lot, just heard that quietly donated to prepare, and quietly stood remotely, watching the people who received love in love, choking. Never when the word becomes ungainly as now. Only a silent eye gives each other to understand each other. At the same time, those who bastard their misery and hold their hands to support the muscles. Mai Kia, in the endless solid dragon motorcycle, there will be many people who have stepped up steadily, they will reach their hands with other difficulties. Humanity for people of trust, it's always that. A leaf-shaped stain on the hand made me notice. Two children a son a girl who was eager to eat, perhaps the disease caused the children to adapt to every strict situation. Their asphalt-bearing appearance ended me the waves that were both angry and angry. Next to a thinner woman, both hands and men and men reached very interested. It would be a cozy family picture if it was in another place, another situation. So, in the journey of a lot of kilometers, many lucky kilometers, the young woman with a meal on that hand must also take a motorbike. Woman's body is slender, but all members of the sad picture are thin to vigorously. That's right, they've been stuck in the city blocked many months. IMAGE: Do Dung Giánh The day has not been turned off, the hand has a green note pulling the thick mask to eat. It was Hien, my heartbeat Chao. At the same time, gentle looked up at me, immediately gentling a mask, turning her face to another. I'm stoundcing in mind. Hien doesn't want to show me your pathetic? Must to! Who is in this situation will also do that. I turned away. There was a loud sound, the cry was very young. It kept in my heart by bringing me back to my old recollection. Because my parents want their only son to the party. As for 4 years of college there, I was somewhat absorbed the price to pay for the tired of the provinces of the province. Many men find the opportunity, I am back to my hometown. Hien has returned to me, but less than the month I rushed. "I can't breathe without the smell of the city, the sound of frogs to make me remember the noise sound. You let me go, stabilize me Will look for the opportunity for him. I believe I feel like I said, many nights of the desire to be wandering on the horn street to ribeane the alcohol in me. Remember the feeling of sitting with Hien next to the windy Saigon River. The smell of hair, the smell of river blended with the smell of oil from the ships on the Saigon River wrapped in tangerines, creating a smell mixture that is difficult to describe. The smoking city haunted painful. That night, I was very long-handed for a long hand with a green image. Where each time together, I often kissed it, listening to my heart on sweet vibes. Hien crying sore. Maybe I think we only temporarily temporarily, then I will go to the day I persuade me on my side, like a way to see how I show you. Unexpectedly, it was the last time I heard crying cries while apologizing just like hulling. The cry was sometimes knocked on my dreams of my dreams. I stand in the middle of the big road. The shapes are lying on each other on nylon or projections. The body fatigue is tired. It has a loud cough, the sound of mosquito beats bem. Many are snore sound like thunder after a exile. Cold healing wind. The more and more closed bodies are closed to each other than it looks dark. Nobody dares to accept them despite the love of heart. The epidemic makes people all over each other, each with each other. Then, small help . Dịch vụ:
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