It is an era of azalea.
In the mountains, the road side, in glass bottles in the bedroom, everywhere in the shadow of azalea, a half in those big eyes of teenagers, together, turned into flaming azalea regret burning fireworks.
There is a boy, is a solitary and lonely soul of the mountain, with a total as steady as the mountain to stand in front of people, demonstrating a style of his mountains. However, he has never been a bunch of red azalea, he did not pick, and we can not understand is in the end prada he does not like to spend or spend prada wallets too much because of? And want to ruin their beautiful lovely life. Because he never liked to speak with others, quietly fought even look at the call, in addition to teachers in the classroom prada handbag homework asked him outside. His homework very well, so let our children have to pick azalea envy of a five-body cast, he answered the question of Palestine does not make a link, as the water level is not passed to make a whirlpool.
I love the azalea, I also love the mountains, the mountains can give people a feeling of belonging. Naive azalea I did not always open season in the beautiful mountains around, what I am waiting for a hard nut to crack? What is also having a hard nut prada purse to crack?
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