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I do not know the history of the window and door, it can not foresee the future, intentionally or unintentionally, I just looked at it for years.
Sometimes I will see the window behind the door, a figure familiar with the strange child, rocking back and forth to find a bunch of purple Campanula, can I even heard the melodious voice rolex copy Campanula Sometimes I will see the window of house familiar with the figure of the child, bringing the moonlight, the prostrate in the window, his hands supporting his chin, stared at the rise of the sky, do not know or look at the moon Sometimes I would see a girl wearing blue overalls, with Brisk carefully wipe the hands on the door of the big glass window.
All along, the door window and the people behind it have never occurred to me what the initiative. In this unexpected encounter, the window for the door, perhaps I am just a wishful thinking fate of the spectators had nothing to do, but I do not care about those, because I just want to quietly do not disturb each other and liked to watch the window Swifts twitter softly and leisurely in the dance, I also like the tree next to the window, such as Sclerotium holding the magnolia tree-like flower. When the night is clear, I stand my window occasionally, it will inadvertently see, such as monthly, a Hui to the MagnoliaJiemei children moved to the door window, the kind of feelingreally beautiful.
Later on, I do not know where to come from the imperial, one day, the door opposite the window, then the United States and the window, it collapsed with a loud cracking sound and noise, all of a sudden a long time in my thoroughlyin disappeared, so that the window and the door to my sense of the mysterious and beautiful, rolex never to fall in the future dream.
Perhaps, door and window features associated with it, was not my territory, in the non-existent in the germination of emotion, as only one of Yunyanas much, and dispersed. And I want nothing to do just the spectators, like the door window as the pure interpretation of the scene of tranquility, only a mind like a lost corner of the habitat as a window on the door produced no trace of the ideas and personal considerations give up. That sentiment, though not as deep affection for the birds to nest, they are constantly pulling cutting is not cleared is also arbitrary. Perhaps because the habit does not want to change, perhaps because until forever lost, can not helponly.
Do not know if there is a gust of wind will not be able to hang in my hearton the door ofwindow.