Addressed to the blessing of Heaven

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Like the San Mao, has been. There is no reason, do not need reasons. You said: Wanlitiaotiao to know you, not accidental, is destiny, and could not resist! Junior high school fell in love with your book, first read your speed also affected almost the whole of my girlhood, I have a lot Sentimental memories.

your mother said: San Mao was a pure person, in her world can not tolerate false. Perhaps it is your personality frank infatuation led to you finally choose tragedy. You die, the media made a lot of evaluation, but no matter what the rating, for me, you are the real brave woman, you love sincere, genuine hate, a lot of people on your speed all with distrust [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but I read through the cry for a return, you tell people the real article secular terrible, and the last you for a variety of secular reasons, committed suicide, no one can change the secular vision , you can not, we can not, but we choose to accept. As you write: Do not ask where I come from, my hometown in the distance, why stray, wandering far away. . . . . Of what a temper you are a woman! Been thinking about your life, you do not say to yourself: If you can not rewind, let it all go to waste it. Why do you never can go from the road? You also want to justify, but the text is always the most pale things to say, life's bustling, half-truths, how can one who I can give a clear explanation of non-Suzi [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! San Mao, maybe you have a thorough understanding of life, so just walk away, leaving me in your book slowly penetrate the true meaning of life. I heard, it was the real words to prove that you did not hesitate to go to the Sahara desert, a group of silly clown. You and Qiong Yao, known as the poisonous weeds of the parents in mind. Today, Guo's book, it was also criticized: And who said those words, a few read his books? Different ways, not to cooperate. San Mao, I hope there is no earthly paradise Falling rain. . . . . . Your favorite , the most moving is your tonight Yeliangrushui [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a pen, a sheet of paper, read what I loved San Mao. Tonight, stars, heaven bless Sanmao already have a perfect life. . . . . .