The day was out yesterday because of rain

周五去大津的牙医，在回来的路上送到了12个月的汽车检查。所以步行是Hong Kong city tour。早上散步后，有一天你有一个院子里的工作结束了。即使你有一个大问题，它只是时间滴答作响。但现在♪

在这里和那里你可以找到 红色和黄色，令人愉悦。的那些照顾树木和公园维护的工作杰弗里·坎贝尔，如公园清理和修剪不会看因为我觉得the'm很〜。我只是在看。由于落叶没有基里，我认为它在某处。有一段时间，您可以享受这片落叶的地毯。每个人都很幸福和你的工作，永远感谢你。

顺便说一句，当落叶是枯叶的颜色，当林太郎到船尾，如果你不滴点盯，是通常情况下您Monosugo -而不是手表挣扎find.to从哪里有点远服务式公寓香港，取消视线，还有​​你什么时候回来。我们正在认真寻找。即便看，甚至没有找到，我踩到它移动的那一刻！那么有一个时间，澳大利亚游泳，汽车的12个月的检查，所以我完全不知道阙拉因为SONTégalement总是出12个月下跌inspection.The '10金秋天'11，你在100多个里程购买000公里，另一个Suttsu 180,000公里.Jimny kun Elias！

Brittle courtesy and the absent air

　When Dr. Fontaine told Ellen gravely that heartbreak frequently led to a decline and women pined away into the grave, Ellen went white, for that fear was what she had carried in her heart.“Isn’t there anything to be done, Doctor?”
A change of scene will be the best thing in the world for her,” said the doctor, only too anxious to be rid of an unsatisfactory patient.So Scarlett, unenthusiastic, went off with her child, first to visit her O’Hara and Robillard relatives in Savannah and then to Ellen’s sisters, Pauline and Eulalie, in Charleston. But she was back at Tara a month before Ellen expected her, with no explanation of her return. They had been kind in Savannah Server Rack, but James and Andrew and their wives were old and content to sit quietly and talk of a past in which Scarlett had no interest. It was the same with the Robillards, and Charleston was terrible, Scarlett thought.
　Aunt Pauline and her husband, a little old man, with a formal, brittle courtesy and the absent air of one living in an older age, lived on a plantation on the river, far more isolated than Tara. Their nearest neighbor was twenty miles away by dark roads through still jungles of cypress swamp and oak. The live oaks with their waving curtains of gray moss gave Scarlett the creeps and always brought to her mind Gerald’s stories of Irish ghosts roaming in shimmering gray mists. There was nothing to do but knit all day and at night listen to Uncle Carey read aloud from the improving works of Mr. Bulwer-Lytton.
　Eulalie, hidden behind a high-walled garden in a great house on the Battery in Charleston, was no more entertaining. Scarlett, accustomed to wide vistas of rolling red hills, felt that she was in prison. There was more social life here than at Aunt Pauline’s, but Scarlett did not like the people who called, with their airs and their traditions and their emphasis on family. She knew very well they all thought she was a child of a mésalliance and wondered how a Robillard ever married a newly come Irishman. Scarlett felt that Aunt Eulalie apologized for her behind her back. This aroused her temper, for she cared no more about family than her father. She was proud of Gerald and what he had accomplished unaided except by his shrewd Irish brain.
　And the Charlestonians took so much upon themselves about Fort Sumter! Good Heavens, didn’t they realize that if they hadn’t been silly enough to fire the shot that started the war some other fools would have done it? Accustomed to the brisk voices of upland Georgia, the drawling flat voices of the low country seemed affected to her. She thought if she ever again heard voices that said “paams” for “palms” and “hoose” for “house” and“woon’t” for “won’t” and “Maa and Paa” for “Ma and Pa,” she would scream. It irritated her so much that during one formal call she aped Gerald’s brogue to her aunt’s distress. Then she went back to Tara. Better to be tormented with memories of Ashley than Charleston accents.
Ellen, busy night and day, doubling the productiveness of Tara to aid the Confederacy, was terrified when her eldest daughter came home from Charleston thin, white and sharp tongued. She had known heartbreak herself university innovations, and night after night she lay beside the snoring Gerald, trying to think of some way to lessen Scarlett’s distress. Charles’ aunt, Miss Pittypat Hamilton, had written her several times, urging her to permit Scarlett to come to Atlanta for a long visit, and now for the first time Ellen considered it seriously.
She and Melanie were alone in a big house “and without male protection,” wrote Miss Pittypat, “now that dear Charlie has gone. Of course, there is my brother Henry but he does not make his home with us. But perhaps Scarlett has told you of Henry. Delicacy forbids my putting more concerning him on paper. Melly and I would feel so much easier and safer if Scarlett were with us. Three lonely women are better than two. And perhaps dear Scarlett could find some ease for her sorrow, as Melly is doing, by nursing our brave boys in the hospitals here—and, of course, Melly and I are longing to see the dear baby. …”So Scarlett’s trunk was packed again with her mourning clothes and off she went to Atlanta with Wade Hampton and his nurse Prissy, a headful of admonitions as to conduct from Ellen and Mammy and a hundred dollars in Confederate bills from Gerald services apartment hk. She did not especially want to go to Atlanta. She thought Aunt Pitty the silliest of old ladies and the very idea of living under the same roof with Ashley’s wife was abhorrent. But the County with its memories was impossible now, and any change was welcome.
　

Let me love you, and be loved by you

Really like this sentence: "a soul similar people, had the honor to meet, is the eternal." Inadvertently encounter, without warning, so caught, see a shocking, stunning,, this is fate.
Like the woman such as flower, fresh and elegant, with clear eyes, quiet heart. Mortal woman, everyone is a free walking flower, I the beauty only like the kind of elegant. More than elegant, person in the world is more difficult, high mountain and flowing water, who is the soul mate? Since ancient times, a faithful friend is hard to find, meet, is the most beautiful red edge.
Love is very distressed. In an agony about your beauty, your tired. This life only for you to make a romantic themes of sin. To the remote valley for you, finding a land of idyllic beauty, the soul deep planting.
You are a red scenery years, beyond time and space, deeply engraved in my life. From the fragrant surplus sleeve, the moon is full of life and fulfillment, because of you, because of you and more beautiful. Cai Feng Shuangfei body without wings, the heart have a bit, you live the beauty in my heart, I live in your heart. And mud, mix water, knead a pinch you, the one I, me, you, re is no different from you and me.
Once saw this sentence: "let me love you, and you love." Proud as you, witty, elegant like you like you. Her soul, West looks, "heart, Qing Jao. Across time and space, and your portrait, with soul compose the rhythm of life and beauty. The wind is the home of the cloud, flower is the core of the story, you are my friend. The meet, is the leading edge. You do the former, ask the afterlife, ask rob is the edge, only with me I touching.
Why, because love the beauty without love, so love. Love is love, don't love or don't love. Live in the moment, love in the moment, cloud water Zen Mind, carefree. Do you like the rain of Begonia, rain Qimi, still beautiful. No matter how years change, you will always be in my heart the most beautiful life for your heart, cherish, carefully hidden. With life care you every minute, every second.