In winter, the snow came, then, white ...... I care about the feelings of winter, as with the roadside standing snowman, have a look more fancy glances, to express their love of it, I know I'm emotional, I am willing to do.
winter, the children of white gas to mouth breathing as a serious Xianqi, so I would prefer silence on the winter ...... < br> to move past the new district, neon flashing, used to roast sweet potatoes highlighted the desire in particular is difficult to achieve, and once this stuff is to baking sweet potatoes in a small alley corner stands, and now, on the way home. Vision in addition to bars, cafes, or the number of diners, the baked sweet potato is no longer saw the dark coffee color of the oven that figure. Wind dancing in the hair, though not as bright spring is so soft in the Smart, but do not change my love winter in mind. I thought, if such a false picture of the scene added to baked sweet potatoes in a large furnace, standing next to a thick collar around the exposed eye is not only stamped his feet when the cross-selling initiatives baked sweet potato's uncle, will be how it is not elegant.
open the door, into the hall, a surge of warm, warm home with Mom, Dad, her husband's smiling face from a happy, always so simple.
family around, eating hot pot, laughing with me about things not to eat baked sweet potatoes, Dad said: Yeah.
winter snows fly, raised his face and general snow white, my heart is the same ......
endlessly complicated work, turn off the display of the moment, had just realized that I was enslaved by it. Blog, groups, web pages, I have to concede defeat ~
home to you, the entry of the moment, the past habit of moderate, strip release package, fell to his bitter bread central sofa, screaming I was so tired, answered the call from the mother, lying on the table in front of Dad's voice is thick ear, my eyes moist, warm heart, love, I taste it not heavy family love?
beside her husband, the hands of a microwave oven recipe barbecue quiet place at the table ......
He Hao making love and cherish with ~
winter, the children of white gas to mouth breathing as a serious Xianqi, so I would prefer silence on the winter ...... < br> to move past the new district, neon flashing, used to roast sweet potatoes highlighted the desire in particular is difficult to achieve, and once this stuff is to baking sweet potatoes in a small alley corner stands, and now, on the way home. Vision in addition to bars, cafes, or the number of diners, the baked sweet potato is no longer saw the dark coffee color of the oven that figure. Wind dancing in the hair, though not as bright spring is so soft in the Smart, but do not change my love winter in mind. I thought, if such a false picture of the scene added to baked sweet potatoes in a large furnace, standing next to a thick collar around the exposed eye is not only stamped his feet when the cross-selling initiatives baked sweet potato's uncle, will be how it is not elegant.
open the door, into the hall, a surge of warm, warm home with Mom, Dad, her husband's smiling face from a happy, always so simple.
family around, eating hot pot, laughing with me about things not to eat baked sweet potatoes, Dad said: Yeah.
winter snows fly, raised his face and general snow white, my heart is the same ......
endlessly complicated work, turn off the display of the moment, had just realized that I was enslaved by it. Blog, groups, web pages, I have to concede defeat ~
home to you, the entry of the moment, the past habit of moderate, strip release package, fell to his bitter bread central sofa, screaming I was so tired, answered the call from the mother, lying on the table in front of Dad's voice is thick ear, my eyes moist, warm heart, love, I taste it not heavy family love?
beside her husband, the hands of a microwave oven recipe barbecue quiet place at the table ......
He Hao making love and cherish with ~
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