2011年6月13日星期一

The Last Night...

Whether a woman is a beautiful articles, or a well-read a book, I hope I can be a beautiful woman like like prose, really live in life, maybe a little otherworldly romance, even a bit inappropriate sad, but, good heart, also can stride and enron.

He wanted more and more to drink a bowl of porridge, a bowl of pure rice gruel. Porridge, just meters and water, but they are perfectly blend together; Drink a, fragrance straight into the intestines. That is a kind of come from sunlight come from the land of the fragrance, let a person deeply intoxicated.  coach crossbody

In order to drink a bowl of porridge, that he went greatly small restaurant. But each time, he is disappointed the harvest. Those rice gruel, either GuaDan tasteless, or sweet get NiRen, let he could not eat it.

He had to oneself start work to do. To find out, are good meters, pressure cooker put water in gas burner, on the fire to burn...... Can finally put into bowl of porridge, but the meter is meters water is water, do not have a dot to taste. He is not willing to, change again a common aluminum pot, to put a rice to boil water, fire and with small fire slow endured, breakdown straight grain all bloom...... But he finally end up to bowl after a drink, still disappointed unceasingly, porridge, no fragrance.  coach hamptons bag

He really don't know where you want to, can't drink to that a bowl of porridge. And in the past, he is every day to them to drink.

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