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smooth rush years, broken thoughts elegant purple, secretive style of writing sad, how many fall led with day and night, such as fat. Verses of the Abas Lianpian every word written down, with the imaginary heart through a string of Chinese parasol tree hut listening to the rain of fragments. Two drops of Qinglei walk at your fingertips, accompanied by breathing repeatedly stroked lonely. The idea of a dull pain, ask the moon light waves rippling water, the dream actually hand pavilion, painted a parasol shade hanging Cao Jian Ye Lu Tung Blossom beauty of flying, the endless blooming embellishment better tomorrow. Mottled body and mind calm moment. Carefully embedded in the poignant memories of my graceful, wear the chest is a thousand years later, Amber. Illusion and Reality in the loneliness of any swaying flashing,
louboutin, expansion of the power of my life, reflected the Chizui frenzied ones, distant long-lasting ... ....
dark memories of light as a feather, like a leaf fluttering in the clear autumn, across the left edge of the years marks a touch of fall injuries, floated into my loner heart. Accompanied by vague tragically sad, such a night floating in dismay Qiannian soul. Sitting in the window under the weight of frustration and bitterness I can not breathe, quiet dark of the night sky looking out the window, listening with deep feeling in the dream of crossing the desert heart of the wind. The idea of my soft and weak to talk, alone in the words wave the shore of people frightened of the tip of the brush vibration, and night hidden in the chirp of the pen with gall,
franklin and marshall, heart and earnest care commanded the wind to pass the call waiting to listen to your heartfelt reply.
long the horizon in the emotional ups and downs on the road, maybe you and I have drifted away, looking forward to the real axis between desire and conscience. Desire to rely on each other, waiting for a miracle,
moncler femme, through the lily fragrance, taken to live behind a long list of blessings, a ray of life, smell the roses. The reality of the choice of the fate of the shackles of Suobu Zhu, endless escape dodging, chasing the face of clear and repeated surging happiness exists only in dreams. How much chord bounce pattering rain early in the morning, unable to escape my touch, look forward to again and again disappointed time and again the vulnerability of mind. Inquiries have been afraid to dream crazy talk quietly to you this is a kind of happiness or suffering, whether it was spun off from the dream is a kind of wing? Breath of wind out of the window, looking a pale blue morning I got a crush, cut fog shrouded misty also Fear.
Acacia is not a trace of the deep feelings of comfort, the ear with reasonable response Bluebird Haikudanlan, cut the sky lasting gossip. World cross-border transfer gentle lingering in my heart, blood, frost the palm rest. War heartbreaking experience pain, feeling sad reflection of the late romantic, flies carry eachother calcined sweet sad, sad love cutting dies vicissitudes of grief has been torturing my brittle heart, love you, perhaps the tomb of a lifetime.
Text sad lines, such as a lone leafless flower petals and the straight slender flower. Solidified tears flowing pale color, no beginning no end to my pen. After suffering a splendid indifference of despair, anger Soul Tears step by step. Breaking the oath of vague light graffiti you gave me the sky. Instant full window Parti years left to me, smile, silence spread in achievement are a permanent pain. Gazing out the window, the morning sun spilled through the sparse leaves sewn into my hut, delicately pale dim my heart Xinchuang actually disperse. Instant melt blend in black yesterday, speckled throbbing spirit fly swing on the keyboard. Fan infinite passion of writing, to wake up sad love comfort describe the double-edged sword illusion, face relatively few words from the hearts of stored phrases. Receive emotional soul and re-sublimation. Think carefully take care of
Epiphyllum blooming hope, a lifetime of accumulation, are dedicated to the beautiful darkness, when the dawn has lowered its beautiful Corolla, and that as the eternal disdain for sun and the moon faded green . Why should I seek not my feelings linger. Years old and haggard in the sky either, waiting for the next hand of fate intersection chance encounter a total of Yin truth poems. Expulsion agitated my heart, wash my dirt in the past, pure and holy as I,
polo ralph lauren femme, a warm love story. Spiritual Bifeng vent waving, drawing countless lilies of the spiritual world. Mourn your name Yin sense of the most dense concentration of effort, finally sinking out of this tragedy will not extend the margin. Penetration depths of your soul ignored.
faded footprints left in the corner tired
horizon
reduced quan open wound choking away the screen flickering
crippled soul by the waves rushing over and over again
scattered with pale eyes
my independence back hanging Kushou
lost in the tower's face
sword piercing sadness
clear grasp of the cloud tired
melting heart
Juqi wash my face
no sadness Writing my sad poems
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NEW YORK — An executive producer of the hit musical reality TV show "American Idol" says celebrity judge Jennifer Lopez will return for another season. Lopez hasn't said anything.
But executive producer Nigel Lythgoe (LITH'-goh) was on the "On-Air with Ryan Seacrest" program on Wednesday morning and made the announcement. He acknowledged it wasn't official. But he added he was "delighted to say that all three judges" and the show's "brilliant host" are back for the next season.
Seacrest is the show's host. Singer-actress Lopez debuted as a judge this past season. The other judges are Aerosmith rocker Steven Tyler and record producer Randy Jackson.
"American Idol" is due to return to Fox television in January for its 11th season.
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