Dear, I haven't seen your beauty pictures. You know I'm too busy to come here so often, can you qqh to me? Thank you so much.
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回复 '九月独处' 的评论 : 你也觉得神态像是吗？听到你这么说我好开心，感觉咱们就是有些说不出的相似，记得刚认识你的时候，妹妹也说过我有些像你～～～，当时是说内在的东西，妹妹还不知道我长什么样呢：））。高兴。对了，叶子也说过，说我跟九月有点像，都是不轻易放弃的人。
等着妹妹不忙的时候看妹妹贴的PP和文章，看看九月到底把头发弄成什么样了？呵呵。
你快忙你的吧。you are the best.hug
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回复 'cicila' 的评论 : Saw it!! It's the smile,it's the way we smile and tilt our heads... you made me smile... Tern, guess what, I cut my hair shorter to shoulder length two months ago, regret the moment when my hair fell... I will show you some my photos with shorter hair later, last week when I was home, I went to check on getting a hair extension (I've a girl friend did it, with human hair, fairly expensive, 1-2 thousand bucks, but really nice and natural...) You're in a great shape, so pretty, pls don't try to loose any weight, I don't think "sticky" is attractive... haha, see, I'm starting the girly talk now, am I? It's getting late here, talk to you in two weeks, you too, take great care of yourself!
回复 'cicila' 的评论 : Tern, I meant I saw all the other photos in ur newly updated posts, except the beautiful you, that's why I was kicking & screaming & couldn't make myself clear :-)
I agree, a few months ago when I saw ur photos, I thought u and I have some similarities, may be the "神态", may be the "长相", or, may be our sensitive hearts? Hugs, sis, I'll be in town during Thanksgiving time, will come visit you then, I may post something as well, hopefully with a song touches ur heart (u know the longer I'm not writing, the rustier my brain gets ^&*)
Dear Tern, last few days I was home, why didn't u post then, now leaving me here kicking & screaming? :-) Saw all the photos you posted, they're amazing, take care gal, don't work too hard... I think that song was based on William Bulter Yeats' poem 《When You Are Old》, the poem is heavenly beautiful ---
When you are old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep
How many loved your moments of glad grace
And loved your beauty with love false or true
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you
And loved the sorrows of your changing face
And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars
