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Title: Love will never forget, but will put
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Blog Entry: When love is the shuttle's time break in the ground, like a scattered in the blue and white porcelain,  thin broken pieces, eyeful is pain, everywhere is fragments. The past sweet love is like warm and  bright blue and white porcelain, beautiful in a holy, delicate in Department of love, however, is not  over time break. All pieces, pieces of a sharp, not just love broken, you hurt my injured all over the  body, heart-breaking. Since love, hurt and pain, also won't forget? Love never forget, can't forget. Even in the boundless  darkness, even when wet, dry wet towel edge can not bear to forget, still have what reason, why let me  forget? Remember -- Many years ago that bright afternoon, you sit with me, exactly, I accompany you to sit. Before it is  flowing the Millennium ancient river, is behind the retaining dike tree-lined, the rise is through the  branches cracks, fall down fine sunshine, bow is the green grass. Deep breathing, there is the smell of  the grass, you have the air with your breath, the distance is a flowering tree of a tree, near you  gentle smile. This is a apricot astringent season, the sun bright but not warm, the occasional wind. We  talked, laughed, not about romantic, not about love, loose and warm each other, even if the short  silence, but also by the time of quiet. For many years, the bright and warm afternoon, fixed in the memory of those years past by, a loss into  a beautiful painting. Always remember, always think of the misty rain blurred, passionate euphemism  Jiangnan, that I had not set foot in the south of the Yangtze River, the dream of countless jiangnan.  Love will not only thick in the warmth of the bloom, in this long period in the north, because you are  my existence, love still blossom buds, large tracts of flower field, try to stop but cannot. When you hold my hand. The first true feel your temperature, you feel generous palm, a trace of  wetness, bow saw, your delicate hands buried my whole hand. Look up your warm smile, full of love and  happiness, your eyes bent into the moon, you gently rising corners of the mouth is so modest. At that  moment, I was silent, but the heart is surging, at that moment, the time is flowing, static good is to  stop. You hold me in your arms, action is so light is not my bosom, I smell your own breath, my lips on your  face, you hard Hu Zhazhe hurt me, also tie me up. I struggled to avoid that I love, but deeply fear 's  arms, but your strong arm overbearing lip, shattered all my efforts. At that moment, I am stiff in the  time, that moment, my mind a blank, at that moment, I only remember your lips thick sweet, like most of  the melt in the mouth of toffee. After that, because of you, life is love moistens, time has become hurried footsteps, to fly the same  way. I love to be loved by you, your care. In those days I was happy, but also quiet. I will be a  flower head, stood as a cloud, and moved to a leaf, because of you, the quiet time, everything is  meaningful. When you are not around me, I hide in a lazy afternoon, curls in the sofa, holding a light readings,  the season alternates alternately in the text, the taste of life. When you are not around me, I like  the cat hiding in the thick curtain, eyes narrowed, see hanging gap in the sun, at that moment, I will  always remember, you have to sit in the afternoon around me, look up through the branches in the  crevice, fine sunshine. The good is always so short, happiness always accidentally broken within reach of,, the reality is so  cruel and with no chink in one's armour. All good things such as the palm of erosion of sand, more want  to retain the lost faster, one point one points, when not to see any sand palm, leaving only memories,  and those beautiful memories, and incomplete love. Jin Su, get lost, everything back to the origin, everything was back pain, long aftertaste. Because of  love, those in the past, once those sweet, the thing called love, never forget, also can't forget. But  hurt each other later, after the pain, love is to give up. When the pain of my numb when, when I am on  your words will not feel warm, when I can't stand the cold air at the time, I choose to give up,  proceed without hesitation to give up, never give up! Blink of an eye, a few years time, the moment. Memories such as the calm lake formed the slightest  ripple, a small action, a small voice, or a casual turned around, everything was back to reality. ... ... Love is always frozen in a season, a time. Initially thought, looking at now, the heart of the cold as  this cold season. I know, we can never go back to the past, not back to the love can melt all season.  Because of love, because of you, I can freeze in the winter, to find buried deep in the snow and ice in  the warm. Because of you, because of love, I can wait calmly a snowflake landing, quiet feeling of snow  melt coolness. I understand this imprint is engraved on my heart. "To love easy to get along with hard " is a kind of  helpless, a desolate. Now that we know have to return to the past, now that love is gone, I know you have turned back, but  why I still stubbornly standing stop, reluctant to leave. Can not bear to leave, or not used to live  without you, no love. Remember the words of Eileen Chang " fell in love with a person, be humble to the dust, and then bloom  ", perhaps this is the answer, perhaps this is me a long time to wait, reluctant to leave reason. Any love of the people will not forget the love, but will give up love. 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