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Passage of time, years had passed. People only know that he is passionate man, and few people know his gentle? Maybe I was the only Yuji it!

remember that time,Franklin & Marshall, far to hear his laughter, I Yingchu off to go see him holding a wine jar, he saw me laugh even more, saying: Come on, drink with me. After I got me to his side, holding me, a big hand Mosa Zhao my hair, I like him, no matter how much he is a hero, and only at this time, I think, he is the man that I love . He grabbed with the other hand drank altar wine, and then bowed his head and said: stand up to him a fu fu, said: .

I looked at where he sleeps, and a look of laughter, the moonlight shines on him. Since his solution of the siege of Julu, Wal-Mart boosted,Franklin et Marshall, the princes made general. But he cares about, and perhaps this is to defeat the enemy without fighting momentum.

since his uncle to go after him every hard that day to save the King of Zhao, the only food for three days to bring the military has thought of, but also make people scared.

This will have passed, he fell hard, like those who forgot, for the twenty million people Ma Gaoxing like this.

I touched his face harder and harder to think that the hero,Achat Franklin Marshall, after all, ah, can not help but pity him more.

autumn circled in the off-balance, the general's shirt make me well, tear in my mouth that embroidered dragons, even I admire their exquisite hand, so that even a trace can not see it.

was thinking of Gen Xian Lianzi came in, I think he looks faint smile, knowing that things will be a pleasure. This year, the generals have become very able to deep breath, and a little joy, anger, no form or color of the. However, he is always there to do in my place in nature.

He looked at me holding the shirt, and I laughed: is not this shirt. But I pretended not to know, handed him the shirt. He took the shirt, Yiliaoyisheng, then smiled and asked me: I have some hesitation, do not pity my embroidery to live?

He laughed and held me up and turn around the table while fierce, I was him to make the Touyunnaozhang's. To know the general temper anyway bones was a child.

turn over, he held me in his hands, not down, and gently said: Some sad, not like Zhang Han come down counter to a happy time.

I gently touched his brow, his brow very strong, very black, very good looking, now wrinkled up, because he was not happy.

He looked at me deeply, sighed, Well!

Or, this is the hero of the difficulties it. Their achievements are always a lot of people to sacrifice, to walk on them going up the feeling of bones, probably as long as the generals really know? How much is peace of mind? How many are indifferent end of it? Unknown how many of those wind tears it?

Bear Heart was established as huai uncle, but also respect the general meaning of God he did, and now want to waste his own hands, to make you the world of unified, general heart,franklin marshalle pas cher, but also be happy because you made a King ?

I put the shirt away and, since no mention.

whole night listening to the Songs of Chu, LIU Ji is probable that the hearts and minds, I think that many people around the barracks, with the song in tears, right?

fast five years, LIU Ji repeatedly struck, General unmoved. Today, he actually came up with such a move?

if and to the different times, the legendary Han Xin and Peng Yue came, would attack Gaixia? It can become it?

suddenly small schools to preach, saying the king in the camp waiting for me, let me also take the sword. I am a little surprised, the king's camp, the women of never let go, how come today's anti-pass? I walked out of off-balance at the sky, the depth of winter, grass, besieged on all sides around, the sky fog dispersed, ominous?

I went back to his tent to find that pieces of cutwork gold jacket group, was a general favorite, bring it to jade sword, go to the general camp. General

come to see me so Yan Zhuang,Franklin Marshalle, laughed, Some uninformed. Musicians from the sound, I pull out the sword, and song and dance. General edge to drink while watching

, muddy feel a sense of army arrives.

cold, I dance Emotion, the skirts whipped. General Juventa sang: son came out. But I did not stop, I know the general meaning, he worried about me,
worried about his army, which surrounded the Chu and let him be too worried. He is a hero, ah, at such times, but still is worried about me?

finished a dance, I stopped and looked at him to look at him so far in his tent, torch light, I can see him Binbian white hair, I saw pieces of dragon embroidered shirt, see, God, I saw his tears. Is not it? His tears? To
me?

I remember uncle died so sad when he did not have tears flee, and now, he should shed tears for me.

I slowly, slowly toward him, his eyes of pity, heartache I see more and more clear. How long? I have
in his eyes do not see any information, he disguised himself good. Since the King did after, it is hard to see from his eyes to what
, but, today, why everything is so clear? Everything is so clear?

I walked over to him, knelt down and looked at him, tears came again, his hand on my face, not to wipe my tears,
on the way has been stroking, it slow. Suddenly, I felt surprise, he bid farewell, and I said farewell.

Xiangyebuxiang, my song blurted out: General nodded.

Turn Left , Turn Right

使他未能见到拂晓的阳光

not a bad man does not love a woman


We were driving along the road from Treguier to Kervanda. We passed at a smart trot between the hedges topping an earth wall on each side of the road; then at the foot of the steep ascent before Ploumar the horse dropped into a walk, and the driver jumped down heavily from the box. He flicked his whip and climbed the incline, stepping clumsily uphill by the side of the carriage, one hand on the footboard, his eyes on the ground. After a while he lifted his head, pointed up the road with the end of the whip, and said--
"The idiot!"
The sun was shining violently upon the undulating surface of the land. The rises were topped by clumps of meagre trees, with their branches showing high on the sky as if they had been perched upon stilts. The small fields, cut up by hedges and stone walls that zig-zagged over the slopes, lay in rectangular patches of vivid greens and yellows, resembling the unskilful daubs of a naive picture. And the landscape was divided in two by the white streak of a road stretching in long loops far away, like a river of dust crawling out of the hills on its way to the sea.
"Here he is," said the driver, again.
In the long grass bordering the road a face glided past the carriage at the level of the wheels as we drove slowly by. The imbecile face was red, and the bullet head with close-cropped hair seemed to lie alone, its chin in the dust. The body was lost in the bushes growing thick along the bottom of the deep ditch.