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
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