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Today is your birthday, Feb. 28.
perhaps, the moment you are and the family reunion, you are drifting away from home for many years, the family must prepare for your dinner, a beautiful birthday cake and candles flickering around you, there are cheerful happy birthday songs around in your ears. Birthday today, far away I can not send you a bunch of fragrant lilies, and even before the screen can not see you turn on the head. Looking at the screen, I suddenly felt empty little heart, the flying fingers can not stop mid-air off the stalemate.
Yesterday, you wrote such a poem:
today the last day of February, I would like to hide in the poem

find the rose in the spring of tis for me if you can
once I saw the water

there to meet my ship in March

It Rain in Jiangnan Water Village
the mood to dress up and I want to bloom into a flower
look like
drifting across the Bay of soft water that

walking in your eyes sink in my flower in the spring of

not mention the word fear that touched on the open you will spend
I want to travel ... ...
looked so moist to the poem, a long time, I do not know what to say, only began to feel the warm tears filled my eyes, thinking in an instant halt. Who is the most flexible in your heart in the warmest corner? You are loved, was loved; injury had also been hurt before; success, also failed, you are what kind of mood? How could so afraid, so careful to hide his own heart?
's as if somewhere there is life force, let me look for this winter to you, I sniff your breath come in have your days, my days are not alone, there is always a point sweet and warm. Who is the rose bloom in the spring of tweed? You are in the water s edge, carrying wrapped in Who in your southern waterfront it? You read the pure flower of truth, as she waded from, you shallow singing their most pure yearning. Encounter itself is a clever edge, how much you are afraid of losing, you can not Changlu your heart to her, told her: baby, treasure! Please do not pass edge.
tonight, you're not with me. My heart is quiet and soft, like a cute little bunny to stay obedient, do not jump wildly chaotic. Moonlight on the water, and seemed to see that shy open rose, I carefully listen to beautiful words, listen to insects whisper words, listen to your stream overflow Acacia poetry. Come to in the car, crowds of the city, both face to look strange [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], as her face. You are sad with their sadness, but also happy with his time in the most lonely, when frustrated [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], some of your outstretched hand, holding over warm you go. You are like the lost child it! Can not find the direction of home, she will carrying you towards the orange light to go home.
I know you're not happy! Love has long been away from the family for you to be useless; the ruins of business you are forced to leave the south, back to that you have you choke on the nest; your lover to like a touch of clouds, a light in the sky, did not give you a a warm smile and a hug. OFF OFF cock sing only one day in your window Ming cries alone, she sang trickling yearning, she wanted to drive away your sorrow [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], bring back your happiness and self-confidence. You write poetry or writing songs, and she said to you, because she knows you love, even though the days are very short acquaintance. Elsie she know you, your heart was warm, like a fine which was to tear trekking sentences. You, you have to write every day, every day to the Her to go along with you, let you alone, are frantically writing essays, writing her love for you, she had shut the Smart pen again, her pen is on the Wu Qi wake of the wizard for you!
between people knew them, the time can not be calculated. She knows your day is not long, maybe let her never forget. Well she did not want to pass, the bird she knows you, she will always protect you, always out of the window, let you have a trace of grievances; the bird, then she will not love you, can only You do not know how to sing the song, happy song, she really love you and love you for you to do many things. She hopes that her love and companionship can make you feel happy, most sincere happiness from the bottom of my heart. Bird's wish is so simple, she does not need to tell you, it is so across the silent, hidden in the warmest place. Nama can only imagine the sun on the brow, to warm the winter; she just want to silence all the way to go together, as long as a simple smile, a little better as long as the happy memories.
window frames before the bird in the spring of her, breathing in every perfume of a flower, bearing in mind the germination of a leaf under the new green, freeze-frame of each of your eyes showing love. But you? Dear child? Who would you hide in your heart the warmest corner of the softest [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], like, touch, pain, they touch. How she hoped the night in such a soft, soft as you are a quiet lake, breeze drifting gently from the lake, and the light push layer by layer from the ripple, she secretly, time and time again knocking you to your heart, your heart in the warmest corner of the softest ... ...