晓薇手迹

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. it becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom. And only when I smile that I can see the angel passing over ^o^

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Seattle Downtown!






1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

亲爱的,你写的内容在哪里呀?只有贴照片吗?
越来越瘦了~我又胖了...

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