marlll on the moon

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Late at night the night wind, a jump of a jump up to open a window, poured shop door open yard; distant markets, the slaughtered rooster not know whether it is for the first 
Several times a resounding chorus; one slipped under the street lamps Pai open markets, like a sea in a dark night ship ... ... 
Cold. I the body. Too difficult to wait any longer. I'm afraid of silly to wait. Then grabbed the belt in the store yard of the "Yuan", I like a 
Only , huddled in shops outside the hot air rising steamer following a corner of the big stove, the one into the White Park Ma Guan era. Has been the most hi 
Huan poem Ma painting of the word. What kind of a coincidence? When I softly to his "dream Handan Road " third discount, "the wind 
Selenastrum blowing snow goose feather shear ... ... "when be absolutely sure the voice of beating the eaves in the head, and sharp up quickly. There are beads kind of East 
West rolled me. I twist refers to a look, yes, is the snow seeds. 
In 2009 the first snow, in the days before the morning light, quietly here. 
Snow seed in the sky over the screen, no one person Yutian street rustic rustic draggle draggle for a while after, then there is light snow and wind abuse Fantasy 
Under. Days, or did not turn on. At this year to see one after another snowflake light spinning to children who must be the same as I have a small number of people. I would like to. 
Tricycle every day walking to the shops as soon as possible to send rice Guangdong men, because this light snow spin abuse, inter- like a young lad. Born in 
Southland, he rarely witnessed these white wizard. Thankful to say a few words of his voice, one foot after stepping on a tricycle squeak slipped out, ran I do not know how far a tune