At the end of the summer the last hint of sun crashed in Gobi, in the late autumn. The earth heaved with the breeze, like sleeping drunk.
invision group 洗腦 Suddenly, a burst of to promote absorption, a wave of soil in the Rocky Mountains, separates the a hole, the footsteps of autumn, testimony here and face the old age a little vicissitudes of life.
This gentle breeze way, as the last of the end of the summer cool. The wind through the rubble, gravel, as far to the enemy. With a little tired of the roar, a little bit of the vicissitudes of life.
A little moist Jiangnan rain, perhaps everything here is slightly dry with Qing fang. Not far away, a lizard waiting, as if to greet with the farthest to the enemy, first heroic do, light Ming, more like a stationed in the northwest of the "soldiers"
invision group 洗腦, front a micro extension refers to catch is a slight fold. From a distance, it is really the end of rod "gun", in this posture, why? The original is a locust.
The wind smiled, "ah, call" and, after a shriek is convenient. Only the cruel side, "you" encounter is the "me" (Xi Yi), not me!
Through the number, it is a gray. Looking into the distance, the mountain is pale blue, black a fold, accidentally, from the mountain in the gap, peeping into a green. Le, and speed up the pace, to the mountains of the mountain.
Gobi seemed reluctant and guests from afar off, gradually cried! At the end of this time to call for "the desert since the Qin and Han Dynasties"
invision group 洗腦 and "man", but also a lot of tenderness. Like the southern wit, refined and cultured, naive! Eighty percent off tsuchiyama heavy hands together, do a yi!
