tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52986218110296343042011-04-21T10:46:56.106-07:00The world of Vivianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03334213503346758054noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298621811029634304.post-81667425505959954632007-06-04T21:51:00.000-07:002007-06-04T21:55:21.365-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_095TcVfAFwo/RmTsS4saVvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P-oK05V3ftc/s1600-h/IMG_1868.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072438889526482674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_095TcVfAFwo/RmTsS4saVvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P-oK05V3ftc/s200/IMG_1868.JPG" border="0" /></a> Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.....<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298621811029634304-8166742550595995463?l=vivianciao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The world of Vivianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03334213503346758054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298621811029634304.post-68043314547023378882007-06-04T21:37:00.000-07:002007-06-04T21:49:29.419-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_095TcVfAFwo/RmTrA4saVuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/r-obsMFDfYA/s1600-h/deng-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072437480777209570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_095TcVfAFwo/RmTrA4saVuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/r-obsMFDfYA/s200/deng-2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Happy forever,Pourquoi pas?:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298621811029634304-6804331454702337888?l=vivianciao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The world of Vivianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03334213503346758054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298621811029634304.post-90960611387880872082007-06-04T21:24:00.000-07:002007-06-04T21:34:39.463-07:00<div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_095TcVfAFwo/RmTmEIsaVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RxflERMqHo0/s1600-h/Deng.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072432039053645506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_095TcVfAFwo/RmTmEIsaVsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RxflERMqHo0/s200/Deng.jpg" border="0" /></a> Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. </div><br /><div align="left">The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other. 　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298621811029634304-9096061138788087208?l=vivianciao.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The world of Vivianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03334213503346758054noreply@blogger.com1