My home in the cold water tributaries of the upper reaches of the Weihe
this, hate surprise from the norm, while another is at the helm of the disciples were thinking Walled-off A laughed.
Wilsonii monk I knew at this time is a very ugly face, but when I was young such as weight division, but with the re-division free and easy as handsome.
Fan dry out from the hate, tolerate smile, said I see … … but I do not know how later changes have taken place … …?
But the hearts The people face in their lifetime, although subject to change, but will not change too much, and look at today39s tianshic monk can not imagine that he was unable to compete with 39free and Black Ugg 1760 Persephone Sandal easy handsome39 coated side.
Wilsonii monk The monks should not care about the looks of how can I change the appearance, there are some unusual experiences.
Here, his voice and some low, and normal with no ideas and personal considerations entirely different from the norm not hate silent.
The number of monks tianshic subconsciouslythe chest, the silence for a long time, side I become a monk until called Baoshan weeks, re-division know? Is, you naturally do not know.
Fan hatred from the heart The Baoshan This week the names of the more popular it is flat.
Wilsonii monk then said I39m home in the cold water tributaries of the upper reaches of the Weihe, where mountains, the village where I Wangsimni far far, there is a mountain, called the empty mountain, high mountain, it was said that bird children can not breathe it to fly so high, that is home to the mountain gods, gods have been witnessed flying down from the hills to get high … …
Wilsonii has been immersed in the memories of the monk, his face appeared fascinated leisurely color my father is a carpenter, go for service officials, weaving my mother at home, there is a small four-year-old than my sister , calledwater, 39water39 is a long hollow mountains myself, I am Shannon beautiful - but I am more beautiful than her sister, she is like a small fairy heaven general, throughout the day around me, chattering like a lark, asked me to keep my brother, my brother … …
With his face a touch of a warm smile.
Fourteen-year-old, I went alone on the empty mountain logging wood, and whenever the waterbloom, I will bring back from the hills to Mei, and she is very clever hands, they can fine rattan, make a flower basket, hanging in the window … …
Wilsonii monk Pentecostal away now, but this time he looked like a lovely sister in his