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<td class=\Lang bamboo horse to ride, get around the bed plum. Long dry cohabitation, the two small non-idle guess. King and fourteen women,, Xiuyan bad idea to open, down to the dark wall, a thousand different call back. Show eyebrow fifth start, ready to dust and ash. Always keep the faith hold column, not at the Wang Fu Taiwan. Jun sixteen travel, Qu Tang Yan heap. May not touch, the sky ape the sound sad. The track in front of late, a life Lvtai. Can not sweep the deep moss, autumn leaves early. August butterflies yellow, Flying West Park grass. My heart feel this hurt, sitting melancholy roots of old. Sooner or later the next three buses, pre-to books and newspapers at home. Greeted not long road until the long sand. - Li Bai, \I grew up in the most prosperous Tang Dynasty. Me and my grandmother had each other, we live in an old house Qinhuai shore yard. The extravagant extravagant Qinhuai dust everywhere complains. My grandmother on a daily basis to brothels called Qi Red Huanxi the girls clothes, and then back some modest wages, let us talk in order to survive. I was very young side with the grandmother to the Qin Huai River to the laundry. There are many fine Huachuan the river, on the shore could hear the woman inside the Qianyindichang and clear laughter. There are many times I can meet a teenager wearing a blue shirts, a Pengchuan down from his face with a warm smile. I sit in the green stone steps, and sometimes he passes next to me, with a nice language and speak to me, and gave me his pick of the peony flower on the shore. Grandma told me later he said the North, then the boy from the far north.
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� � My grandmother was a kindly old man, smiling face when there is shallow wrinkles, but she is beautiful, with the temperature only got wind of reading women's cause. Grandmother taught me a lot of poetry, she often sing at night, minor: The Opening of the cloud, the rain beginning, half park half humilis moss garden. End of the World does not send the letter for years, this spring coming? Wandering song, dance lingered, laughing sad Who knows what force is the language. Acacia ship next month a dream, the dream is Qinhuai. Grandma said it was my mother wrote minor. I do not know what my mother to express, but I always fall asleep in this song, dreamed of flowing water and the boat Qinhuai woman crisp laughter.
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� � my grandmother wore handmade clothes, lavender skirt and Xiao Ao, which is designed her dress well for me. There are many times my grandmother would look at me tears, she said, happy, and you more like your Niangqin. So I asked her grandmother, my mother is like?
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� � contend, you grow up, I went back to tell you something about your mother, now you do not understand. I nodded. I always knew my mother should be a beautiful woman, woman can not be compared with other talent. But I do not know how to describe my mother's beautiful, I think it should be like the willow on the evening of the moon Qinhuai shore. I have not seen her, never.
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� � grandmother washed clothes to dry in the yard to get back to those gorgeous brocade like a big river in full bloom large flowers of the peony flower blossoms tea millet. My eyes will always be these colors easily hurt. My grandmother used to keep watch 趴在窗台上 brocade win to those in the dry up, fell asleep. Grandma said, happy, and so do you grow the most beautiful grandmother will give you the red clothes, you will be wearing this dress to marry your beloved. I asked, I love the people who? Where is he? Grandma smiled and said, I do not know, go to your own.
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� � always in my dreams A boy wearing a blue shirt one, he's a boat down from the Qin Huai River, came to me took my hand and warm smile, He said, happy, I will take you okay? Would you like to come with me? His bright eyes looking at me, I always Huangde know what to do, and sometimes loud my grandmother.
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� � grandmother cried in my dream I woke up, my grandmother came to my bed, I said, Grandma, I dreamed of that boy, he said the same thing. Grandma smiled and asked me where you seen him? I shook my head, I do not know, Grandma, I do not remember. Grandma love to see me, perhaps you've seen seen him but forgot.
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� � In my fifteen years old, I have to do something to help my grandmother. I put those gorgeous clothes Huanxi clean, sending it back to the brothels. I understand that light sleeves Man Yao looked at the woman, how could they transfer the eyes of men willing to give these vulgar? I think whether they would like the grandmother said, the clothes you want to keep waiting for them at a Hongyan beloved man, then marry him.
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� � Qihong yard has a very good cook woman for me, I told her mother Liu. Every time she would see me holding my hand to speak, he said, happy that you're beautiful, more and more like your Niangqin the. I asked her mother, you know my mother it? What is she like? Grandma smiled and told me that your mother is a loving woman.
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� � from Liu had been in the evening she came to her, a girl named crystal rain sent a man, I heard him talking with a nice language, but his voice a strange kind. Go back and suddenly startled when spent. It was a blue clothes of a man with a warm smile, he said he was Jiangfeng, his hometown in the far north, and now live in the Qin Huai River, the dark, this is his second visit to Nanking. I know that when he first came to the blue clothes of the boy, and he gave me way down from the ship to pick the peony flower, the second time he has is the blue clothes of the man, still has a warm smile. I like him the way down to speak to me, eyes bright, he said, happy, you know, I first see you and you feel different from other women, in an indifferent and you have the perfect blend of innocence temperament, hello No matter such as dust, entanglement, happy, and I want to take you out of this flashy place, we went to the north, my hometown. I will take you please, will you come with me? He is Jiang Feng.
� � Jiangfeng gone, he said to go to Sichuan to go, because he had to keep me happy.
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� � Sichuan grandmother told me that far from here, where the mountains like ghosts up the growth of sharp teeth. I think of a natural barrier there, tall as the clouds above, there have been bodies were thrown down, broke into the dust. Because I listen to a neighbor's grandfather said, the difficulty of Sichuan Road, difficult on the sunny, people listen to this withered brow.
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� � leave it in the Jiang Feng winter, a grandmother to me about my mother, and grandmother is old with white hair hanging Yinzan child in front of me shaking. Grandma said, happy, like your mother is a loving woman, she was your age when you met your father.
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� � met my mother at the age of sixteen my father, when she was Qihong building, wearing colorful brocade surrounded by a group of dignitaries, beautiful and stunning people. But she saw my father, that lonely smile in the corner with a man, his face is still proud of dust. Grandma said, then fell in love with your mother to a father, and willing to make him an ordinary woman. My father came from the far north, he passed by, poverty, abjection, and fell in love with my mother. They live in the Qin Huai River shore our current house yard, very happy. I will be born my father left, he went to Chang'an. He said to let my mother live a happy life. News to no one. Four years later my father came back, he was not a small capital, officials in that he came to pick me Niangqin. But my mother day and night in my one year old, he had already died. My mother for my father to give up the life of luxury has become an ordinary woman, my father and for her to give up the pride of the poet became a career officer, but my mother has not wait.
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� � grandmother had finished singing the song Minor: The Opening of the cloud, the rain beginning, half park half humilis moss garden. End of the World does not send the letter for years, this spring coming? Wandering song, dance lingered, laughing sad Who knows what force is the language? Acacia dream boat next month. Dream is Qinhuai.
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� � my grandmother died in a cold winter evening, the clouds covered the sun, the sky began to snow falling down, like the late spring when the Qin Huai River shore flying Yanghua. Grandmother took my hand and call my name, happy, happy, waiting is very painful, because you do not know that it can not come back. So you have to be strong know? Even to the last day. I said, I know, grandma. Grandmother's hand in my hand getting cold and fall down. And then began to play the suona days of sound vibration. I'm with the crowd in the funeral procession to the cemetery before the arrival of dusk. Touch each other when the spade-like digging the sound disturbed my mind, the mud was dug black. Grandmother was lying there quietly, the body covered with snow. My hands are numb with cold can not afford to those who actually pinch the paper money, I can not let them fly around together in the grandmother.
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� � grandmother after the death of the third day came from far away some of Chang'an. They stopped at my door, knocked on the door from people who immediately came down, he stood in front of me touching my hair, happy, my daughter, I am your father, Gendie go, I'll take care of you later . I shook my head. He did not understand me, happy, you do not want Gendie live together? I said, no, father. I promised a man to wait for him, he will not leave before I did not come back. Dad sighed, you are so like your Niangqin.
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� � That night, I heard the father singing: The Opening of the cloud, the rain beginning, half park half humilis moss garden. End of the World does not send the letter for years, into the spring coming? I like singing to sleep, dream and shore Qinhuai flowing large flowers in full bloom large flowers of the peony flower.
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� � father, happy, so if you are too hard to write and tell Dad, Dad will pick you. I laughed and said, OK, Dad.
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� � I start a person's life. Daily Qihong building those beautiful women Huanxi brocade, and then dry them in the yard, occasionally think of the color red grandmother said, do a red wedding dress to me, I will be wearing This dress is married to my beloved man. But the grandmother is gone, no one for my sewing red clothes. The evening will be one when I walked on the bank of the river are biting winter cold, I often am cold, I miss the river before the Roubo rippling appearance, exquisite Hua Chuan and beautiful woman, as well as shore edge Kaidaotuni flowers. However, this winter seems to be too long, too long, people numb. I walked along the quartzite way back, there was some slight frost,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the moon has already risen by less than Liu Shao head, unable to hang on the tree, next to the withered plants constantly pulling my shadow. Sometimes, actually closer and suddenly felt this way long, can not reach an end. I think this may blow when the heart ache, I knelt to hold my own, I promised my grandmother, I will be strong, even to the last day.
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� � in one night, told me her mother Liu, Wei Ran dead, in the Three Gorges ship touched the reef, the ship full of people and goods have been buried in the river bottom. Wei Ran is her sister's child, a very kind man. She said that Jiang Feng is also subject to there? I shook my head,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], mother, I do not know, I'm just waiting for him. White back in the second year in the spring, large flowers of the peony flower is blooming in the Qin Huai River shore, drawing board, a woman singing softly: masi Human Language Spring shore, grass ever. Willow Bridge, sunset tower Jiuqi suspended. Know the new hate the old worry, head off away days. Independent flowers before, but also to listen to complains over Huachuan.
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� � Jiangfeng pushed open the door, gently call me, his shadow in the door, blocking the evening sun. He approached, hugged me, happy, nice, I know you'll be here waiting for me. I asked Jiang Feng, the Three Gorges is like? Why are there so many people die there? He stroked my hair, the Three Gorges is a very dangerous place, he said with a smile,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but contented, I'll be fine, just know you are waiting for me, I'll be back. His face is always so warm smile, he said, I like your name, happy, happy, plain happiness and contentment.
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� � In the autumn comes Jiangfeng leave, he said, this is the last time I leave, I come back I'll take you away, we are always together. Such as me? I smiled and nodded and said, yes. Jiang Feng had gone to the bank and began to frantically peony litter, those broken down and the petals falling into the river that flows to distant places. I am still doing things before, laundry, sending it back Qi Red to go. Qihong building there have also been a woman woman came out, I once saw a girl called the Little Wee, dressed in a red dress she left, beautiful like a new married mother. Liu mother told me later, little Emma died, in the Qin Huai River, she was such a lovely girl.
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� � of the Three Gorges in the news of the sinking of the vessel came, the news just as the autumn wind blowing the bank, so I have been cold. In my dreams I can hear when the vessel ran aground and sinking issued dull sound when the people fear of Christ. Dead souls of people who stood looking at their home on the rocks in the direction of sorrow and cry. I always wake up in such a voice, heart pain. It reminded me of my grandmother, which kindly old man, she said, waiting is a painful thing, that you do not know that it can not come back.
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� � The leaves fall off too much and peony flowers,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], they come together covered over a piece I usually went bluestone path. Crisp leaves when walking the sound of shattering. Inspired by some of those leaves and petals came to my door, an old man asked me, do you contend it? I nodded. At that time the sun was shining on the horizon, I just washed a silks, the colors bright glare makes me want to cry too. Said the old man, I was white folks, I just wanted to tell you, Jiangfeng dead. We are back together, his ship was on the rocks in the Three Gorges. Old man look at me with love and affection, I do not speak, just cold. Heart like a wind over and becomes empty. My old man said, thank you,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Grandpa.
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� � Since the beginning has been a winter day, all the winds come in from the window cracks drilled, blow my bed of white gauze. Many times feel that Jiang Feng on the side, he looked down I touch my hair, he said, happy, and I go, okay? Would you like to come with me? Every time I would say it himself, to, yes, Jiang Feng, I would. Qin Huai River in winter quietly, Huachuan women and some visitors are like a dream vision, suddenly disappeared.
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� � me in a nice sunny afternoon came to a river. I'm stuck in the river suddenly feel warm, water hold me sway like a kid at her grandmother's arms fell asleep. Water stirred my hair, like Jiang Feng in gently stroked his head down, warm smile, happy, I will take you okay? Would you like to come with me? I can not speak to say, yes, I would. I held his hand and smiled and nodded. Ear has no other sounds, only to hear my grandmother singing: The Opening of the cloud, the rain beginning, half park half humilis moss garden. End of the World does not send the letter for years, this spring coming? Wandering song, dance lingered, laughing sad Who knows what force is the language. Acacia next month to put on a dream, the dream is Qinhuai.

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