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急赶忙忙地腐朽(国外英语资料) The smoke in the courtyard window on my window, on the sea, I was on the dirt. There is a door, on my face, at two ends of a street, in the life of which I have nothing to do, I have noticed the door. I do not know anything about this door, as it has no choice unless it is closed and open. Through the night, lights, I saw many vague figure is around the door, Xu Zheng is here or open once the masquerade bar model. I imagined that I was stepping into the vision. It was an hour of smog. Sometimes, just like the idea smoke gray, with the old rules over the fence, put a brown door with a click. The ability to come and the skills that are happening, like the riddle that has not been opened, is in the bottom of my heart. A short time, I always stand in the yard, trying to use my imagination to feel the dirt flying or not fly, the door is to face is real busy or not to pretend I am comfortable asking me. My clue is full of ideas sound like pain in my cheek and splash dance show. At that time, the ringing telephone rang, urging me to hurry out of the vision and start the days busyness. The phone is busy once the ancient people often mark the busy number in my being. Because of the busyness, I have understood that I am not understanding anymore. The old cupboard red blue, no lacquer, faded the curtain, another blank half, all become rusty. The endless, already recited rhythm has become a form of escape, a strange choice. Due to busy, the friend not experienced fearless, dismayed and angry face, she is from the train station in the moment, is a high into the sky. The chimney, all is lost at the crossroads of the heavy box together, changing a pattern of dark night. And now, the rush has changed the rift between my sorrow and the beginning of a nightmare career. It was a kind of misery, and it was a real drag. Then, the toothpaste foam is a towel, living every day is over, I like on the mossy tombstone, looking forward to birth. I left the yard and raised my h