the flight of the oriole, but instantly turn white me to your network because a man is following her .
My mind is in the orioles the souls of poets that the eight corners free-flying, wings spread, while singing exquisite
arrival of spring.
I think the same Qu Yuan back to see their land feeling inside joy did not feel that being a man. Oh my noble
orioles, raise your wings held high in the area, and your singing Surrender
as if it were eternal spring!
This year in the Gregorian calendar, the day of the Chinese poet falls on May 28.
look with blue eyes shows a look of sympathy, but do it with white eyes indicates anger. The orioles orioles or sing in the spring. The eight corners (ba biao) are the four cardinal points and intermediate points.
Anyway, this woman was a mixture of Christian angel of the pagan goddess, all it revealed the purity of soul and fire of the senses. Could have happened at the same time the Blessed Virgin or a lewd Bacchante, a wise man mad and give faith to an atheist.
pilot Victor Pugachev is a very particular is Russian, but that's not what makes a particular person.
Everyone knows what is takes to make you someone, then so humiliating. It is known that my colleague Victor was in his den preferred vodka, getting warm, when its radar detected a high, red-haired girl (I guess it would be a Russian) approaching the bar. Immediately activated the protocol for B-1 ("B" vulture). After about fifteen minutes of conversation with tiarraca, who do not know how will in time measurement unit in Russia, my colleague Victor, encouraged by alcohol, decided it was time to hit ... But you know how are the Russian girls are like the weather of his country. Victor put his mouth as if it were a missile directly into Russian-1-1 as Russia warned it threw back his face placed at an angle of 120 ° to the horizontal. And you imagine the frustration he must have sensed my poor colleague ... but no, just then had a brilliant idea and was glad, rejoiced that he had made the charges. Hence its uniqueness.
This is the idea of \u200b\u200bmy colleague Victor: "The Cobra Pugachev is an aerobatic flight consisting of lifting the nose of the plane to an angle of 120 º drastically reducing the speed in a few seconds without losing altitude.
The first pilot Victor Pugachev was executed it in 1989 in Paris.
The effectiveness of this maneuver in combat is discussed. Theoretically could prevent missiles or to launch an attack in an unexpected direction by the target, reducing speed but leaving the plane in a very vulnerable position. "
I wish first love, and loving, too be loved. And, if not, you're soon to forget and then forget, do not hold grudges. I therefore hope that they do not, but it is may be know no despair.
I wish also to have friends, and that even bad and inconsistent be courageous and faithful, and that at least one have to trust without hesitation
And because life is so, I wish also have enemies. Not many or few in accurate measurement, that sometimes you wonder your own certainties. And among them, have at least one that is fair, so you do not feel too sure
I wish also that you are useful, but not irreplaceable . And in bad times, when there is nothing left,
that utility is sufficient to keep up.
Also, I want you to be tolerant, not to those who err little because that is easy, but with those who are wrong long and hopelessly, and making good use of this tolerance, set an example others.
I wish that being young not mature too quickly, and mature, do not insist on rejuvenating, and that being old does not devote yourself to despair. For every age has its pleasure and pain and need to leave flowing between us.
the way I wish you to be sad. Not every year, but just one day. But on that day discover that laughter day is good, that laughter is common soda and constant laughter is unhealthy.
I wish to discover, urgently maximum above and despite all that exist, and around you, oppressed creatures, treated with injustice and unhappy people.
caress you I want a dog food hear a bird and a goldfinch lift her singing triumphant morning, because this way, feel good about anything.
I also want plants a seed, the tiniest by it, and accompany their growth , to discover how many lives is indeed a tree.
I wish also to have money, because you need to be practical, And at least once a year put some of that money before you and say, "This is mine." only to make it clear who owns whom.
I wish also that none of your faults die, but if one dies, you mourn and suffer without whining, without feeling guilty.
I wish at last, being a man, have a good woman, and that being women, have a good man, tomorrow and the next day, and when are exhausted and smiling, talking about love to restart.
If all these things came to pass, anything I have no desire you.
