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Branches and leaves

Occasionally, flighty and impetuous, a myriad of thoughts, to settle in ordinary days, floating objects like water in time, flat wave static precipitationnuskin hong kong. Water becomes clear, the heart becomes quiet and beautiful.

There is no class this afternoon, noon to eat is not the canteen in people when it myself to eat, walk down the dormitory will encounter two or three meal to come back to studentsSamsung Note 3 cases, through the playground, playground lawn is green without yellowing, more rain this season, a lot of moisture vegetation, trees and verdant Campus. Ah. Two days ago, the typhoon "Hai Yan" wind and rain umbrella, we eat out umbrella to wind, clothes wet feeling cold, change clothes without washing, dormitory corridor was the rain come in, campus where trees blown look pleased with oneself, the rain stopped after school on stump leaves scattered everywhere. But today the breeze, but the sky is fluttering clouds clouds, the sun hid in the clouds, to brilliant light fromMen clothing wholesale. See the dormitory balcony wind fresh leaves floating, as if the boat in the calm surface of the lake.

Noon meal, sitting at the table playing mobile phone, see QQ talk about, boys and girls feelings always revealed in say, I often do not touch the professional booksscrapbooking storage, the book on the desk is still silent, although I have plenty of time, but I was not interested in these books, not for a whileCHINESE MEDICENT, I the heart has nothing to rely on to become lonely boring, climbed into bed and lie down, sleep for a while, the mood is goodWomen fashion.

Ping water dependent, static good Joan

There are always some words, moist in the chest, one side brocade PA also wipe away thoughts; always has an umbrella, hiding behind a tree, quietly for you through the rainy season; there is always some people, each other there, but quietly inadvertently reminded, fan point in hand count the stars. That man, that view, the friendship, love in there, miss at night.

Distance is hazy distant, that partition the meet, will be in the new face. Forget the old people, however, that cup of tea in memory of the old, more long more mellow, even the memories are whirling sweet. Even the table aside coffee is bitter, not tea qinfang.

Rain writing brush, passion, across palm tears freezing scattered in the wind, but his body inside, with emotion; remember that time, walk together, tell the romantic vision of youth; remember the frame pledge, even if married women, also want to miss to friendship. The picture, has long, did not mark, but never forget.

Their wandering, their sky, respectively. The busy time, occasionally forget, forget to send a postcard; but when you want to cry, always want to borrow their shoulders, like a Changan jour like chatter without stop to talk; to laugh, shout will also carry a skirt like magpie. Perhaps, in the heart, they will always be that little harbor, let the shore skyline.

The White Dew, under the simple and elegant, into the depths of red dust, across a city under siege, the soles of the feet is covered with dust, also got into the wind; the broken bridge, still; the moon, still; the face, but faded memories with color. Can poke memory fences, the Wang Lun mood, still deep pools of peach.

Meet, is the edge of love, is love. Once we understand each other, to build the crescent bridge, water under the bridge without rest, song continuous bridge. As time flying, we will look back to the long bridge, walk away, will go back to my youth.

Not to forget, but deep; not to know, but is willing to accommodate; at that time, did not let me miss, but the heart but remember that friendship; the rainy season, not sent to the umbrella, but utterly routed message to my mind; that afternoon, did not send letter, but sent miss. But, I really miss.

The rearview mirror, the window, across the landscape is heavy, the figure of the past thousands on thousands of back, always inadvertently, in search of the familiar looking for wiping, wanton together; but they are not, they like me, are passing, in the red rovers, each other..

In the deep night, listen to songs, tears, even if someone pass paper towel, to help wipe the tears, but still miss the rainy season; in the light the stage, dancing, continuous applause, even praise sound over the rolling sea, but always feel sorry, not the innocent.

A silhouette of a tree, war, miss a paper. The text is tender, affective Lake shallow. Years no longer, Shaohua evanescent, each packed that beautiful, unwilling to resolve the robbery, just want to miss you bless each other, static good, joan.

Perhaps, for a long time can not meet again; perhaps, side also has a new landscape; perhaps, flowers or pity no one; but, Ping water dependent moved will precipitate in a teacup, flies the clouds, quietly waiting.

Eight hundred meters

Speaking of my hometown, I will think of Feng Zikai's masterpiece "people scattered, the new moon day like water", the picture is a summer balcony, wooden table lay a pot of tea, semi disabled not old a few tea, stand aside, leaving a crescent moon, hanging in the high cold rolled bamboo side. Screen is simple without losing the poetic, large areas of white, Zen emptiness, such night, read to Bai Juyi "the night I heard the young things, her tears in the dream at the red", suddenly reminded me of my deep nostalgia.

All the home is home, the home is just our ancestors wandering journey over the last station. They stopped running, some tired, sad, more with the foot of land somewhere in the margin, that makes them descendants deeply rooted, let the family life as an integral part of the long chain. Their descendants still far away from the home, but this kind of homesickness complex, is the city of agricultural origin of peasant children, life can not forget.

Away from home for several years, thought that the memory of her will in the years of migration in the fading memories, but after a considerable period of time, but like the Jiangnan Spring faint haze weather, wet, wet adhesion in the heart, heart eight hundred meters home, always fresh.

This weekend, I sat on the bus bound for home, go to my hometown, there is a slight movement of the morning breeze, bright sunshine, the dense foliage, have withered vines, trees, flowers, insects and crow, children, and the sun rising wave of smoke, and the hearts of the juvenile smile face.

Affectionate affective long.

Today is a sunny weather, the morning when the wind is blowing hair. Gently shrink my arms, a deep breath deep, a blade is some romantic, just over the limpid eyes. Safety light glanced away, that is your direction, you today there is sunshinebedroom furniture.
Some people say "to focus on a city's weather, because there are you worried about people." I still love so gently smile, always have a look in the direction of the day you have a look, it is rainy or sunny, this is not a kind of caremobile phone accessories?
A distant clouds were hanging Fei Xia, but gone with the wind. I asked the wind with my heart, have you sleep there.
Sun Muyun, willow wind, autumn, or while people unprepared disturbs thoughts, coagulation disorder of the heavy, quietly take your shadow in my heart out, in the eye in dancing. Not too hard, a pool of tears, gently slide down, love is too strong, the breath of autumn. Autumn, a roll, and make up the skirt, let the thin face dyeing and Su lightly.
Who read verse, written as autumn thought, I always say that autumn is a season for missing. All the love in the autumn is beautiful bloom.

The new North exploration permit

The companies are Auckland-based Tai Tokerau Minerals, which was set up specifically to apply for the permits; Waimatenui Exploration, whose directors and shareholders are Northland residents who own a large portion of the land in the application area; and Australian company De Grey Mining.

Tai Tokerau Minerals has been granted permits to explore two blocks of land northeast of Kerikeri, De Grey has permits for two blocks east of Kawakawa, craft organizers and Waimatenui Exploration has one permit for an area east of the Waipoua Forest.

They were chosen from 11 bids received by New Zealand Petroleum & Minerals in a tender dubbed "Northland 2012".

Each company has been granted a five-year exploration permit, which could be extended for up to 10 years, although there is no guarantee they will eventually mine in the area.

The Ministry of Business, Innovation and Employment estimates the companies will spend $7 million in the first three years of exploration, reaching $13m over five years.

MBIE says it is too early to know what the benefit to the region could be, as exploration is the first step to determining the value of Northland's mineral deposits.

It is not yet known how many people the projects will employ Asian college of knowledge management, but MBIE says employment and spending by workers provide the greatest economic impact from mining operations.

Northland's minerals production is currently dominated by limestone, clay, aggregate and sand.

BusinessNZ chief executive Phil O'Reilly says the announcement is a positive development for growing Northland's economy.


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