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Loess cleared, I do not know the heart

2018-8-21 20:42| 发布者: admin| 查看: 119| 评论: 0

摘要: Loess cleared, I do not know the heartHard and cold days, cold people miss an an especially warm love.    I see through everything.Or, I can not see through all identified.Facing life, I never use ...
Loess cleared, I do not know the heart
Hard and cold days, cold people miss an an especially warm love.    I see through everything.Or, I can not see through all identified.Facing life, I never use the owl's scary eyes.    Kindness is right.Painter make a bit of kindness, the love painted sheep.This is actually a bewitched.Bile Yan, I imagine to be the only person carefully stroked it: in some places, soft furry love this kind of thing.Spring is here I accept their fate.So it is at this winter.Even the hot sun of June transpiration, even if this is not that lonely people together breeze, stuck on the sweet love.    This is a dream.One person, two people sleeping beds.I am afraid to stand up to a total fall of hell.If this time a little love, that that is not redundant.Fantasy lover look like sheep, and wool - like love at first light.Meat outside the heart, all soft.    We will intensify desire.We are taking advantage of the winter cold read.    Prior to shrink exhausted, I love this coveted resource.It is fair to the public randomly pick wantonly good enough.It's either like a Jinshan.Either it is a mound of soil cliff.    I do not doubt it because of his lack of love he did not love.I can not even love itself is not because the whole world will curse the cold.    Childhood back to the countryside grandma, grandma house next to has a tall and big, fluffy mound.My little, when I was only two feet.Standing in front of this big tall mound, my hard upturned small head can not see the top of it.People are taken from the grandmother in the village here with soil.It is "the public".    I was not thoroughly understood this and love what pull clear.I only see every day people from the mound the soil hijacked.I'll be here every day, watching people dig soil, the soils, then hijacked.Then again, who get the soil away my joy will not contain himself ran, threw himself rolling in the dirt pile ah ah climb get his face covered.Granny do go back every time I took the soil to one side while playing my ass.Grandma said, are not allowed to go, will hit the mound collapsed burying people."Go, put you lock the house.".Grandma always came last these words to scare me.I always have a way to coax grandmother, a play on most of the day on that mound.Did not play enough.    I always think of grandma said that, I play every day in the hope mound, I wanted to let the mound collapsed from the top down, buried me, I was out of sight, and then I stretched arm kick children, like those of a pond behind the house grandmother loach, I squeak slip squeak slipped out from the soil drilled.Or like earthworms or snakes will do what the drill out.Certainly particularly interesting.    That mound has been no collapse.Later, I will play some children frustrated, cheesed.I have a feel that love is nonsense grandmother coax people.    I finally arrived, but still prefer to that of soil.Crisp soft soft loess, openly brushed against my bare skin.Tide shade, the soil is so fresh, chilly Ling excited about what my body hairs erect chills; those old soil was dry in the sun burning hot my photo, I am excited scream.I'm not shy childhood, his own chops off the roll naked in the land, to the earth, like a small mouse hearts drilled.That indistinct excitement, I like.People, but could get no language rendering of the year now.    Grandma did not coax people.Really good day most of the top fan clods on the mound since high slump down, "boom" is heard.Good sound.Pull soil man jumped away neatly.I did not let the soil to hit buried.That guy I had to coax or menace the boom to far away.For the first time I brought the body, given that people's valuables soft cotton soil shock: thrilling, soul-stirring, dusty.    I began to hate the smoke cleared soil.I hate the man, but for him the moment I was in the earth, and I have small children in the whole I like the earth.I have never had such love for my soil tightly wrap.Years later as watertight as I aspire to love.I imagined myself lurking in the whole earth, snakes and soil dawdle lingering, flip toss, walking through smart.Until my grandmother seeking to pull out a home.    To this day I still stuck around a childhood fantasy in addiction silly daydream think, that mound, the mound of earth, and I will be its most intimate person.I play with it lingering for a whole summer.No one is more intimate than me away from it, no one is more intimate than I am to it.I can go back again next year when it is no longer.Grandma said that the mound is ultimately collapsed and buried people to drop, slightly larger than I am a child, picking out just off the gas.My grandmother said very scared.I had the idea that I most want to make it the whole buried me, and I really, really want to like, desire not.Fantasy advocates a deep love like crazy regardless of the depth of the love parade, but despite the risk of a sharp sword.    Grandma told that the mound and then later quickly been Rasi car owner back home burden Tiaonong own engraved blank walls, and mud plate kang.The public had the mound, that was one of my love the earth, has become a private mansion of the wall Lee, Kang Zhao's.I got close to it that most people, it is the final and I did not detached.    I think at that time I considered this earth and destined desire of people right.I love to see people of earth about what to tuck away, I feel bad not.In a hurry when I put that damp chill of a soil grabbed two small stuffed clothes Douer.Every time Grandma got all while slapping my ass, while those dropped my dig soil.Later grandmother Meizhe simply put my Douer to cut with scissors.    Still later, lying on the lees wall around, or sit Zhao think about the white picket fence, no one more than I love that soil, but little by little it will be no.It's gone, actually has nothing to do with me.    I was a child to soil useless, if a person does not need to be loved love thus far.Or because I do not have love in full bloom Douer.    After the death of my grandmother never went back to it over there.Great grandmother always thought that a child is the most warm Tukang.Now, my winter frozen hard, I could not turn around, but I can not rely alone impersonator love to keep warm.    It got cold.I was not getting exposure?

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