The old story - This story Pham Anh Xuan Dad, I stroked the iPad, I took the iPhone to play the electronics, she was quiet and sad, and the young woman was young.
Truong Anh Tu beach is a river in the sea of the sea, the wave of self -singing in the sea is the dew drop in the early morning grass waking up in the wind to the sea of the sea is the rain and falling in the ground to forget the end of the sea.
The puzzle of Huynh Mai Lien flower, look at yourself, take a bit of sweetness as sweet as a lollipop as beautiful as a picture, you don't need to rely on the puzzle, you describe the beauty of the vast flower, you tell the color with the question of how light fragrance you can count the petals on the tree and the ground you are the most difficult thing in the sun, in the rain you do not have the bluepon of the sun The word listening inside the beauty of the flower.
With my mother to La Thanh Ha River, I sat in front of me, sitting behind the tiny three -hand -grabbing of my mother's hips, she went across the bridge to the other side of the river, Mom, my mother, my friend, the river was snoring ...
On the river, the river was running well
The summer sleeping in Chau An Khoi Summer Sleeping Sleep Dreaming Sea, the smooth blue sea, raised the white sandy beach to listen to the smooth waves of the summer, dreaming of dreaming of dragonfly wings, engrossed in the hat and hat chasing until the afternoon of the summer, dreaming of laughter and laughter, the windy dike soaring wings of the kite tilted ...
Summer, wake up to urge the songs to review and color the phoenix in the early golden sunshine.
