Consider the resumption of U.S. food aid to North Korea
South Korean government official told South Korean media on the 3rd, the U.S. is considering the resumption of North Korea food aid, the final decision may be made in the last month or two.
Needs assessment
South Korea's Yonhap News Agency on the 3rd to an unnamed government official as the news source reported that the U.S. is considering the resumption of food aid to North Korea, but Washington needs time to think about a couple of months, need to resume food aid to the feasibility of a retrial, while South Korea consultation.
"Whether to resume food aid to the DPRK, the United States needs a relatively long time to think," This government officials said, "If the U.S. decided to provide assistance, the preferred solution is to restore the previously suspended food aid program, rather than re-develop a new aid program. "
May 2008, the United States announced North Korea mainly to rice and wheat, 50 tons of food aid, of which 400,000 tons by the United Nations World Food Programme issued, 100,000 tons by five U.S. NGOs to deliver North Korea.
However, in March 2009, the United States and the DPRK on the issue of transparency in food distribution have differences, then the indefinite suspension of food aid programs.
In recent months, there have been news that the U.S. is considering the resumption of food aid to the DPRK, the United States and North Korea's official response to the official position much.
Be exposed
Food aid to North Korea, U.S. officials have spoken recently special envoy is only one Stephen Bosworth. 1st of this month he said he was worried about the status of North Korea food shortages.
However, Bosworth stressed that Washington decided to resume food aid is required before "comprehensive assessment" of many factors, including the DPRK, "the actual food needs and to ensure equitable distribution of food aid project management plan, monitoring mechanisms, the supply channels."
Bosworth 1 at the meeting of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, said Washington "is evaluating the (North Korea) needs," "should resume food aid to North Korea's request, we need some materials we need, then we will work with the DPRK contacts to discuss the monitoring mechanism. "
He said that this monitoring mechanism "to keep at least one food aid program on the supervision of the scale."
Bosworth speech did not mention whether the subject of consultation with South Korea.
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2010年12月30日星期四
Love death
Love death
First, death love
Entering the warm spring, cool mountain is still a moment, and the breeze is the passage of the maple leaf fly paper all over the world. I walk in the mountains of the terraced rice paddies, and overlooking the other side - suddenly found that everything is so untrue, so false. You do not change, he has not changed, only my own actually change.
Cool hit my bare pink shoulders, tapping my tender cheek. I think I forgot, forget that the people who should not be forgotten. Even I had the heart to be forgotten ... ...
One day, earth shattering mountain lake suddenly dried up, the village suddenly collapse into nothingness in an instant everything. Me? But only in the distance quietly watching. Then turned our backs to the ... ...
I still remember the pair of deep black eye staring at me like, like to see a stranger staring at me, face is numb is empty, write the eyes of disappointment and sadness is all about. He said: "Summer, such as video, you changed, you become that simply is not good I know you - you destroyed the village, destroying everything together destroy the love between you and me"
I laughed, cried, I threw him into desperate that only one step away from the other side - Goodbye, my love, goodbye, my crazy ... ...
II. Case of injury a few years of blood tears, touch portrait see the crazy children.
Laughing sound, the sound of music, quietly clawed through the mountain pass others to ear ... I just knew from that day called the grandmother of this rural village. It is very different with the side of the village, as if paradise-like existence in this world. Because the people here is very basic necessities of life in general. Farmers here do not rely on farming for a living, not to hunting, but by that little bit of feed on the petals.
This flower is very strange, like blood-red flowers, when flowers do not see the leaves, when leaves do not see the flowers, mosaic the two do not meet, with the wrong life and life with.
I've always wondered why the top of hunger and eat the petals ... .... Although many questions about ~. But I am glad to know in the village I love him - Mexico thousand
Mexico thousand, the most courageous knight village grandmother. Outside the village sat quietly waiting for the small tree in the village. And I Out of curiosity, always follow the footsteps of his last gradually acquainted with him was. He was proud, and I kind, he had a vision of the heart, I do have a quiet heart. Two people who have no connection, but was attracted to each other, in-depth into the crazy - and I'm the one who loves her child.
Air soft as hay, mixed with the fragrance of the earth, the sky clear blue as clear as amber. Everything is so beautiful, beautiful people forget how to breathe.
I always hold the ink into the vastness of thousand flowers in the ... lack of direction, because he said he would leave to the other side to find another direction. I do not comply, I often think about where my heart to inexplicable pain. When I see you figure that when you abandon me, but you suddenly appear. When you suddenly around and leave, I think you have to disappear, I cried, because I love you miserable.
If you lose you are my greatest pain, that I would rather lose my own in return.
I am sad, I pity ... ...
Third, the flourishing like Fangfei
Gradually the sky clear, the birds continue to soar wings, and I want to stay quietly in your arms on the lookout for that moment of peace.
That day I inquired from the mouth of the villagers there to kite the shaman. People say kite shaman is the savior of our village, because the village he founded, and he is all-powerful God - as long as people wish to put to him will be realized, but the price is the same.
In fact, I whatever the cost I knew that if he must go, I will stop.
Three days passed quickly, I turned over several mountains, crossed several rivers. Back the number of valley of tears has finally come to see the kite Witch Mountain Fairy.
She dressed in a purple thread of clothing, pull the hair on his head high, and it all but still let her charming enchanting. I am me and surprises. Ancient? It is 2009, not a thing of the 21st century? I suddenly discovered that everything I say experience is so realistic, true ... ... I can not ease ... full of doubts. But more anxious, because the day after tomorrow he was going away, leaving the village, leave me .... I'm not confused.
First, death love
Entering the warm spring, cool mountain is still a moment, and the breeze is the passage of the maple leaf fly paper all over the world. I walk in the mountains of the terraced rice paddies, and overlooking the other side - suddenly found that everything is so untrue, so false. You do not change, he has not changed, only my own actually change.
Cool hit my bare pink shoulders, tapping my tender cheek. I think I forgot, forget that the people who should not be forgotten. Even I had the heart to be forgotten ... ...
One day, earth shattering mountain lake suddenly dried up, the village suddenly collapse into nothingness in an instant everything. Me? But only in the distance quietly watching. Then turned our backs to the ... ...
I still remember the pair of deep black eye staring at me like, like to see a stranger staring at me, face is numb is empty, write the eyes of disappointment and sadness is all about. He said: "Summer, such as video, you changed, you become that simply is not good I know you - you destroyed the village, destroying everything together destroy the love between you and me"
I laughed, cried, I threw him into desperate that only one step away from the other side - Goodbye, my love, goodbye, my crazy ... ...
II. Case of injury a few years of blood tears, touch portrait see the crazy children.
Laughing sound, the sound of music, quietly clawed through the mountain pass others to ear ... I just knew from that day called the grandmother of this rural village. It is very different with the side of the village, as if paradise-like existence in this world. Because the people here is very basic necessities of life in general. Farmers here do not rely on farming for a living, not to hunting, but by that little bit of feed on the petals.
This flower is very strange, like blood-red flowers, when flowers do not see the leaves, when leaves do not see the flowers, mosaic the two do not meet, with the wrong life and life with.
I've always wondered why the top of hunger and eat the petals ... .... Although many questions about ~. But I am glad to know in the village I love him - Mexico thousand
Mexico thousand, the most courageous knight village grandmother. Outside the village sat quietly waiting for the small tree in the village. And I Out of curiosity, always follow the footsteps of his last gradually acquainted with him was. He was proud, and I kind, he had a vision of the heart, I do have a quiet heart. Two people who have no connection, but was attracted to each other, in-depth into the crazy - and I'm the one who loves her child.
Air soft as hay, mixed with the fragrance of the earth, the sky clear blue as clear as amber. Everything is so beautiful, beautiful people forget how to breathe.
I always hold the ink into the vastness of thousand flowers in the ... lack of direction, because he said he would leave to the other side to find another direction. I do not comply, I often think about where my heart to inexplicable pain. When I see you figure that when you abandon me, but you suddenly appear. When you suddenly around and leave, I think you have to disappear, I cried, because I love you miserable.
If you lose you are my greatest pain, that I would rather lose my own in return.
I am sad, I pity ... ...
Third, the flourishing like Fangfei
Gradually the sky clear, the birds continue to soar wings, and I want to stay quietly in your arms on the lookout for that moment of peace.
That day I inquired from the mouth of the villagers there to kite the shaman. People say kite shaman is the savior of our village, because the village he founded, and he is all-powerful God - as long as people wish to put to him will be realized, but the price is the same.
In fact, I whatever the cost I knew that if he must go, I will stop.
Three days passed quickly, I turned over several mountains, crossed several rivers. Back the number of valley of tears has finally come to see the kite Witch Mountain Fairy.
She dressed in a purple thread of clothing, pull the hair on his head high, and it all but still let her charming enchanting. I am me and surprises. Ancient? It is 2009, not a thing of the 21st century? I suddenly discovered that everything I say experience is so realistic, true ... ... I can not ease ... full of doubts. But more anxious, because the day after tomorrow he was going away, leaving the village, leave me .... I'm not confused.
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The other side of the flowers
The other side of the flowers
Beginnings of the sun through the blue curtain of water sprinkled on the white pajamas. Kiyotoshi face, clear eye, slender eyelashes as if it were a rain drop in the past. Micro and lips, as if hesitant, and like just stopped talking.
Picture is very beautiful, like the fairy tale Sleeping Beauty is waiting for her prince, and like a bit careless death of Snow White poison apple generally quiet sleep.
A long time.
"My child, you awake?" Whose fat old lady in care.
"Where am I?" A man awakened from a dreamless eyes open, looked around, all the strange environment, a strange man, "you are ... ..."
"Sha Wah, I am your grandmother in the country, met a child, you forget?" The old woman smiled kindly.
"Oh, there is the impression ... ..." Remember when grandma Sha Hua He coaxed, teased him to play, as if he remembered when his three-year-old by an old man died of his love, it seems not a grandmother, and he can not remember clear of.
Grandma took out a package from the drawer, which, like baby things like packet layer by layer with a cloth wrapped. Layers of open, is a faded picture of her grandmother a photo of China handed the sand.
Sha Hua sudden tears, pictures of people on the mother, a child's mother, although her mother's death has been for many years was not any energy left a photograph, or a recognized her.
"Mom ... ..."
Sip Minzui Sha Kok Wah, light eyes closed, blink off tear or two, with pulp on the mother's face, feeling the picture, circle round.
Mother, mother, do not the years, and finally see you again. Mom I miss you, step-mother to the madness after all the things you throw all that he was afraid that Dad would think of you. I hate that bitch all day pestering my father, my father said people love the dead fox, and I know he loves you, I heard one night drunken father, in the vague talking about the Your name, also cried. There is no way my father, please forgive him.
Mother, heaven happy, mother.
"Grandma, you let me stay on it, I'm not leaving."
"Well, I take you to is to let you stay with me, I am old. Need someone to talk with me."
Childhood in her mother's home to find her mother's shadow, perhaps it will feel her mother closer.
"Go out and see it, to see changed, no, you have not come here a long time"
China to photograph sand pocket mother, Qi Shenchao front door, "Zhi Ya." Impinge upon the face of the earth incense, sweet, just like her mother's kiss.
Home villages, mixed with the fragrance of the soil, butterflies dancing around the flower, butterfly specimens than in the window pretty much. Wind swept grass, like the mother Rejoice in the hair. The ringing tree crashed, as in calling her mother.
China relies on a large tree trunk sand, watching the wave rippling river in a daze, a willow hand picked, gently blowing the first mother liked that song.
Leaves play music, like someone curl of smoke rising, ray ray of the past as to be brought back, one hand grasping fingers had slipped away from the ... ...
His lips twitch and then unable to blow down, loosely close your eyes, something seems to flow down, frozen.
Wind, suddenly burst nostrils the fragrance of gardenia, sand rise of China opened his eyes ... ...
A sixteen-year-old young girls look like moving sand China smile, white white dress, carrying the sun shine like an angel angelic face like the sound of water can Niechu general, "how not to blow it go ? good to hear na. "
"You like it? That I continue." China also continued to blow up the sand, the same song, different feelings, the mind is a different person.
Girls sat down, quietly watching Tuozhe Sai Sha Hua, quiet smile, that sweet smile.
An end, Sand Hua asked her, "What's your name?"
"My name is Man Chu, 'slow' no 'heart', 'beads' with 'the king'. You that?"
"My name is Sha Hua, 'sand' with 'water', 'China' no 'tears'. Oh,"
"Oh."
Beginnings of the sun through the blue curtain of water sprinkled on the white pajamas. Kiyotoshi face, clear eye, slender eyelashes as if it were a rain drop in the past. Micro and lips, as if hesitant, and like just stopped talking.
Picture is very beautiful, like the fairy tale Sleeping Beauty is waiting for her prince, and like a bit careless death of Snow White poison apple generally quiet sleep.
A long time.
"My child, you awake?" Whose fat old lady in care.
"Where am I?" A man awakened from a dreamless eyes open, looked around, all the strange environment, a strange man, "you are ... ..."
"Sha Wah, I am your grandmother in the country, met a child, you forget?" The old woman smiled kindly.
"Oh, there is the impression ... ..." Remember when grandma Sha Hua He coaxed, teased him to play, as if he remembered when his three-year-old by an old man died of his love, it seems not a grandmother, and he can not remember clear of.
Grandma took out a package from the drawer, which, like baby things like packet layer by layer with a cloth wrapped. Layers of open, is a faded picture of her grandmother a photo of China handed the sand.
Sha Hua sudden tears, pictures of people on the mother, a child's mother, although her mother's death has been for many years was not any energy left a photograph, or a recognized her.
"Mom ... ..."
Sip Minzui Sha Kok Wah, light eyes closed, blink off tear or two, with pulp on the mother's face, feeling the picture, circle round.
Mother, mother, do not the years, and finally see you again. Mom I miss you, step-mother to the madness after all the things you throw all that he was afraid that Dad would think of you. I hate that bitch all day pestering my father, my father said people love the dead fox, and I know he loves you, I heard one night drunken father, in the vague talking about the Your name, also cried. There is no way my father, please forgive him.
Mother, heaven happy, mother.
"Grandma, you let me stay on it, I'm not leaving."
"Well, I take you to is to let you stay with me, I am old. Need someone to talk with me."
Childhood in her mother's home to find her mother's shadow, perhaps it will feel her mother closer.
"Go out and see it, to see changed, no, you have not come here a long time"
China to photograph sand pocket mother, Qi Shenchao front door, "Zhi Ya." Impinge upon the face of the earth incense, sweet, just like her mother's kiss.
Home villages, mixed with the fragrance of the soil, butterflies dancing around the flower, butterfly specimens than in the window pretty much. Wind swept grass, like the mother Rejoice in the hair. The ringing tree crashed, as in calling her mother.
China relies on a large tree trunk sand, watching the wave rippling river in a daze, a willow hand picked, gently blowing the first mother liked that song.
Leaves play music, like someone curl of smoke rising, ray ray of the past as to be brought back, one hand grasping fingers had slipped away from the ... ...
His lips twitch and then unable to blow down, loosely close your eyes, something seems to flow down, frozen.
Wind, suddenly burst nostrils the fragrance of gardenia, sand rise of China opened his eyes ... ...
A sixteen-year-old young girls look like moving sand China smile, white white dress, carrying the sun shine like an angel angelic face like the sound of water can Niechu general, "how not to blow it go ? good to hear na. "
"You like it? That I continue." China also continued to blow up the sand, the same song, different feelings, the mind is a different person.
Girls sat down, quietly watching Tuozhe Sai Sha Hua, quiet smile, that sweet smile.
An end, Sand Hua asked her, "What's your name?"
"My name is Man Chu, 'slow' no 'heart', 'beads' with 'the king'. You that?"
"My name is Sha Hua, 'sand' with 'water', 'China' no 'tears'. Oh,"
"Oh."
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The other side of the flowers
The other side of the flowers
Beginnings of the sun through the blue curtain of water sprinkled on the white pajamas. Kiyotoshi face, clear eye, slender eyelashes as if it were a rain drop in the past. Micro and lips, as if hesitant, and like just stopped talking.
Picture is very beautiful, like the fairy tale Sleeping Beauty is waiting for her prince, and like a bit careless death of Snow White poison apple generally quiet sleep.
A long time.
"My child, you awake?" Whose fat old lady in care.
"Where am I?" A man awakened from a dreamless eyes open, looked around, all the strange environment, a strange man, "you are ... ..."
"Sha Wah, I am your grandmother in the country, met a child, you forget?" The old woman smiled kindly.
"Oh, there is the impression ... ..." Remember when grandma Sha Hua He coaxed, teased him to play, as if he remembered when his three-year-old by an old man died of his love, it seems not a grandmother, and he can not remember clear of.
Grandma took out a package from the drawer, which, like baby things like packet layer by layer with a cloth wrapped. Layers of open, is a faded picture of her grandmother a photo of China handed the sand.
Sha Hua sudden tears, pictures of people on the mother, a child's mother, although her mother's death has been for many years was not any energy left a photograph, or a recognized her.
"Mom ... ..."
Sip Minzui Sha Kok Wah, light eyes closed, blink off tear or two, with pulp on the mother's face, feeling the picture, circle round.
Mother, mother, do not the years, and finally see you again. Mom I miss you, step-mother to the madness after all the things you throw all that he was afraid that Dad would think of you. I hate that bitch all day pestering my father, my father said people love the dead fox, and I know he loves you, I heard one night drunken father, in the vague talking about the Your name, also cried. There is no way my father, please forgive him.
Mother, heaven happy, mother.
"Grandma, you let me stay on it, I'm not leaving."
"Well, I take you to is to let you stay with me, I am old. Need someone to talk with me."
Childhood in her mother's home to find her mother's shadow, perhaps it will feel her mother closer.
"Go out and see it, to see changed, no, you have not come here a long time"
China to photograph sand pocket mother, Qi Shenchao front door, "Zhi Ya." Impinge upon the face of the earth incense, sweet, just like her mother's kiss.
Home villages, mixed with the fragrance of the soil, butterflies dancing around the flower, butterfly specimens than in the window pretty much. Wind swept grass, like the mother Rejoice in the hair. The ringing tree crashed, as in calling her mother.
China relies on a large tree trunk sand, watching the wave rippling river in a daze, a willow hand picked, gently blowing the first mother liked that song.
Leaves play music, like someone curl of smoke rising, ray ray of the past as to be brought back, one hand grasping fingers had slipped away from the ... ...
His lips twitch and then unable to blow down, loosely close your eyes, something seems to flow down, frozen.
Wind, suddenly burst nostrils the fragrance of gardenia, sand rise of China opened his eyes ... ...
A sixteen-year-old young girls look like moving sand China smile, white white dress, carrying the sun shine like an angel angelic face like the sound of water can Niechu general, "how not to blow it go ? good to hear na. "
"You like it? That I continue." China also continued to blow up the sand, the same song, different feelings, the mind is a different person.
Girls sat down, quietly watching Tuozhe Sai Sha Hua, quiet smile, that sweet smile.
An end, Sand Hua asked her, "What's your name?"
"My name is Man Chu, 'slow' no 'heart', 'beads' with 'the king'. You that?"
"My name is Sha Hua, 'sand' with 'water', 'China' no 'tears'. Oh,"
"Oh."
Beginnings of the sun through the blue curtain of water sprinkled on the white pajamas. Kiyotoshi face, clear eye, slender eyelashes as if it were a rain drop in the past. Micro and lips, as if hesitant, and like just stopped talking.
Picture is very beautiful, like the fairy tale Sleeping Beauty is waiting for her prince, and like a bit careless death of Snow White poison apple generally quiet sleep.
A long time.
"My child, you awake?" Whose fat old lady in care.
"Where am I?" A man awakened from a dreamless eyes open, looked around, all the strange environment, a strange man, "you are ... ..."
"Sha Wah, I am your grandmother in the country, met a child, you forget?" The old woman smiled kindly.
"Oh, there is the impression ... ..." Remember when grandma Sha Hua He coaxed, teased him to play, as if he remembered when his three-year-old by an old man died of his love, it seems not a grandmother, and he can not remember clear of.
Grandma took out a package from the drawer, which, like baby things like packet layer by layer with a cloth wrapped. Layers of open, is a faded picture of her grandmother a photo of China handed the sand.
Sha Hua sudden tears, pictures of people on the mother, a child's mother, although her mother's death has been for many years was not any energy left a photograph, or a recognized her.
"Mom ... ..."
Sip Minzui Sha Kok Wah, light eyes closed, blink off tear or two, with pulp on the mother's face, feeling the picture, circle round.
Mother, mother, do not the years, and finally see you again. Mom I miss you, step-mother to the madness after all the things you throw all that he was afraid that Dad would think of you. I hate that bitch all day pestering my father, my father said people love the dead fox, and I know he loves you, I heard one night drunken father, in the vague talking about the Your name, also cried. There is no way my father, please forgive him.
Mother, heaven happy, mother.
"Grandma, you let me stay on it, I'm not leaving."
"Well, I take you to is to let you stay with me, I am old. Need someone to talk with me."
Childhood in her mother's home to find her mother's shadow, perhaps it will feel her mother closer.
"Go out and see it, to see changed, no, you have not come here a long time"
China to photograph sand pocket mother, Qi Shenchao front door, "Zhi Ya." Impinge upon the face of the earth incense, sweet, just like her mother's kiss.
Home villages, mixed with the fragrance of the soil, butterflies dancing around the flower, butterfly specimens than in the window pretty much. Wind swept grass, like the mother Rejoice in the hair. The ringing tree crashed, as in calling her mother.
China relies on a large tree trunk sand, watching the wave rippling river in a daze, a willow hand picked, gently blowing the first mother liked that song.
Leaves play music, like someone curl of smoke rising, ray ray of the past as to be brought back, one hand grasping fingers had slipped away from the ... ...
His lips twitch and then unable to blow down, loosely close your eyes, something seems to flow down, frozen.
Wind, suddenly burst nostrils the fragrance of gardenia, sand rise of China opened his eyes ... ...
A sixteen-year-old young girls look like moving sand China smile, white white dress, carrying the sun shine like an angel angelic face like the sound of water can Niechu general, "how not to blow it go ? good to hear na. "
"You like it? That I continue." China also continued to blow up the sand, the same song, different feelings, the mind is a different person.
Girls sat down, quietly watching Tuozhe Sai Sha Hua, quiet smile, that sweet smile.
An end, Sand Hua asked her, "What's your name?"
"My name is Man Chu, 'slow' no 'heart', 'beads' with 'the king'. You that?"
"My name is Sha Hua, 'sand' with 'water', 'China' no 'tears'. Oh,"
"Oh."
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2010年11月28日星期日
Taken to a flower for you
Morning, the window will be several more birds woke me up, get up the window, found not far from the walls have been opened under the winter jasmine, before we know sleep last night to hear the frogs do not like fantasy. Spring is always quiet here! Inadvertently in the ground at the foot began to green up, there are just stuck his head out, there are gradually crowded into a film, that almost bare branches also sporadic tilted several flower flowers up singing the same speaker. We arrived at the clear, spring is ripe, more pedestrians on the road up, suddenly feeling a thin rain floating in the air, the dough, Mi Mi, and wet cheeks, wet ground, wet Piaofei catkins have sunk.
In the most sentimental moment, I take the season looked as carefully as a stranger, so many times thought of young children, her smile as young as the spring bloom, and decadent down. Young child to leave the day, the race to open a variety of flowers, her body itself five quarters from the top floor of the town government into the falling down, falling right into a field of flowers, the blood is on the ground and ground flowers, green child's body Like a flower in full bloom with blood, her breath filled the spring. Spring added that it ought to have a variety of fantasy reality, and it took off ahead of the veil.
I love young children, but never officially declare to her, in fact, she should know! She had hinted me that I should not be a country doctor, but I can not change, do not want to change all that, I do not understand why there is this idea Baiqing Zi. I was getting on with your career a good impression, amateur there is a "writer" of the dream, hard to read, hard to write poetry. I write poetry basically do not like her, and even sometimes laughed at me and said only one person in this world would be like my poetry - of course that person is myself. But I eventually stuck with it, other than saying that in addition to their does not have a second personal favorite poems. The one time I was extremely depressed at the time, I lit a bunch of fire burned for all the poems, when I reached the fire, that sharp fire stabbed me in the fingers, severe pain to my hands retraction, to keep the poetry, the pain made me sober, so I no longer have the idea of burning the poem, and thus the feeling of young children also dismissed.
Young child is a good girl, is one of our best nurses, especially when she was wearing a nurse uniform, is simply an angel! Her crisp voice saying all that was reasonable in the heart-warming, and in all places and the laughing smile captivating. Are there any patients if the ward does not listen to the doctors, not taking medications, will be looking for her to deal with hand and foot; Which patients in unstable condition to discourage doctors do not listen to clamor to be discharged, looking for her to go, issues will be resolved soon. Everyone feels like she has a magic, her angel smile bright spring the entire ward.Cheap ClothesJuniors DressesLED LightRenault can clipbmw gt1Aluminium Powder led lightSEO ServicesReplica Watches
In the most sentimental moment, I take the season looked as carefully as a stranger, so many times thought of young children, her smile as young as the spring bloom, and decadent down. Young child to leave the day, the race to open a variety of flowers, her body itself five quarters from the top floor of the town government into the falling down, falling right into a field of flowers, the blood is on the ground and ground flowers, green child's body Like a flower in full bloom with blood, her breath filled the spring. Spring added that it ought to have a variety of fantasy reality, and it took off ahead of the veil.
I love young children, but never officially declare to her, in fact, she should know! She had hinted me that I should not be a country doctor, but I can not change, do not want to change all that, I do not understand why there is this idea Baiqing Zi. I was getting on with your career a good impression, amateur there is a "writer" of the dream, hard to read, hard to write poetry. I write poetry basically do not like her, and even sometimes laughed at me and said only one person in this world would be like my poetry - of course that person is myself. But I eventually stuck with it, other than saying that in addition to their does not have a second personal favorite poems. The one time I was extremely depressed at the time, I lit a bunch of fire burned for all the poems, when I reached the fire, that sharp fire stabbed me in the fingers, severe pain to my hands retraction, to keep the poetry, the pain made me sober, so I no longer have the idea of burning the poem, and thus the feeling of young children also dismissed.
Young child is a good girl, is one of our best nurses, especially when she was wearing a nurse uniform, is simply an angel! Her crisp voice saying all that was reasonable in the heart-warming, and in all places and the laughing smile captivating. Are there any patients if the ward does not listen to the doctors, not taking medications, will be looking for her to deal with hand and foot; Which patients in unstable condition to discourage doctors do not listen to clamor to be discharged, looking for her to go, issues will be resolved soon. Everyone feels like she has a magic, her angel smile bright spring the entire ward.Cheap ClothesJuniors DressesLED LightRenault can clipbmw gt1Aluminium Powder led lightSEO ServicesReplica Watches
Grief cast a ghost town
Grief cast a ghost town woke up with an artist, standing before the large French window, see the world is not half-empty person. Dry leaves by the wind rolled the ring Titicaca. Sky clouds floating slowly on the highway roadside guidepost stands alone. This world has no birds, no rumbling of the cars, not the surging crowd. Only large tracts of flowers with the endless road, stands in the city wanton publicity.
Leisurely drank his coffee, sitting in a coffee shop there is no attendadrink. Relying on the window where he sat, looking at only the leaves of the road. Yesterday, pedestrians passing by here, the crowd surging. And now, here he will never feel cramped. Comfortable seats, a lot a lot of the time, he is now not to be disturbed, you can spend more time looking at paintings magazine, sipping your favorite coffee.
Time he spent a morning with a drawing of a smooth skin, flowing curly wig, hot body, sexy lips of the woman. This is the first time he painted this painting, he was afraid of being laughed at before he Mensao. In addition to his girlfriend that he rarely spoke with the girls.
Watercolor sketch in which he can get some pleasure, just like writers use words to vent the same. Just to vent his grief more, with a touch of gray. Perhaps he is really like a friend said, some depression. This woman is to draw your own life Do not be so monotonous.
He had a tranquil life, holding the coffee stand every day on the road in a daze, looking at large tracts of fall leaves, fall on the icy road. The leaves dry off a layer by layer, and finally the city's streets are extremely bleak. Perhaps because so much of his time, more like a bum, will be able to waste time on the road side.
He used to always want the world to be quiet time for his painting, gave him time for an afternoon coffee, a woman nagging him and his time. Now, he have everything, the city really do not have half a person, he is the only person living in a world, a city a person, a person of a prison, a leisurely day of shocking....
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Leisurely drank his coffee, sitting in a coffee shop there is no attendadrink. Relying on the window where he sat, looking at only the leaves of the road. Yesterday, pedestrians passing by here, the crowd surging. And now, here he will never feel cramped. Comfortable seats, a lot a lot of the time, he is now not to be disturbed, you can spend more time looking at paintings magazine, sipping your favorite coffee.
Time he spent a morning with a drawing of a smooth skin, flowing curly wig, hot body, sexy lips of the woman. This is the first time he painted this painting, he was afraid of being laughed at before he Mensao. In addition to his girlfriend that he rarely spoke with the girls.
Watercolor sketch in which he can get some pleasure, just like writers use words to vent the same. Just to vent his grief more, with a touch of gray. Perhaps he is really like a friend said, some depression. This woman is to draw your own life Do not be so monotonous.
He had a tranquil life, holding the coffee stand every day on the road in a daze, looking at large tracts of fall leaves, fall on the icy road. The leaves dry off a layer by layer, and finally the city's streets are extremely bleak. Perhaps because so much of his time, more like a bum, will be able to waste time on the road side.
He used to always want the world to be quiet time for his painting, gave him time for an afternoon coffee, a woman nagging him and his time. Now, he have everything, the city really do not have half a person, he is the only person living in a world, a city a person, a person of a prison, a leisurely day of shocking....
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2010年10月25日星期一
SSS programmer with HP Computer V32
Description:
Detailed Selling Lead Description The SSSR3 is the new version of the Software Service Station .
SSS and SSSR2 which has been introduced in the authorised workshops of BMW AG worldwide since early 2003.
The SSSR3 is virtually identical to the SSS and SSSR2 in terms of visual appearance and component configuration.
It is an addition to the DISplus and Group Tester One (GT1)diagnostic systems.
Together with the Optical (test) and Programming System O(P)PS it provides an efficient and versatile platform for the programming, individualisation and encoding of BMW vehicles
SSS V29
Available for programming :
1 serial : E81 E87
3 serial : E36 E46 E90 E91 E92 E93
5 serial : E34 E39 E60 E61
6 serial : E63 E64
7 serial : E32 E38 E65
8 serial : E31
X serial : E53 E83 E70
Z serial : E52 E85 E86
Interactive Whiteboard
Led light
Aluminium Powder
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