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I turned and looked to his lunch boxes, a few slices of fat pork, the fried cabbage leaf fold, and looked certain Kami delicious. I hand pick the book, but he has also been this worry-free life touched.
I started down to the 60 elderly people communicate. After a conversation, the old man told me he was from Shandong. I asked him if he is not like the book, the old man said he did not understand. He readily picked up "modern" asked me. I say this is China a literary magazine, famous. I opened the book, the paper printed the old Kai Zi, the soft yellow pages, front of your eyes is the last century, books and magazines.
Old lifted the bottle, then mellow floating with the breeze into my nostrils, I even played a stray thought that the idea of brittanyszw88 yaplog blogthe elderly. Daily from morning to evening, a Diecai, a bottle of spiced wine, dozens of old books, escaped into the remote downtown, drunk eaten, has been harmless to people in, some own small world. Taste a bit of life but also the case.
"This book is very interesting it?" The old man asked me.
landonszw blogspot blogI quickly put away thoughts, answered his questions, but also buy a book, hid in apartments, immersed in a book. Grand hot summer sun, my apartment had been incredibly hard. On the floor, filled with singing, as with endless charm.
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