Prosperous sky, fireworks moment rainbow. Why deliberately stay, after all, according to the dream rush. You only open a season Fangfei, I was in a dream hundreds of thousands of times. Cold branches condensation diffuse Acacia, shallow plum fragrance into the painting pool. The wind is clear and the clouds are light, and the heart is like snow. The feeling is also white and the dream is getting thicker.
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Lonely night, not open a coquettish verdant, only a ray of light skinny. No wind from drunk, snow from clear. Pulse can not speak, floating into the twilight sky. Boundless, reading the meaning of loneliness, midnight, dream flowers know how much, tears in the heart around. How much pain, burning tears ah, anxious into a reef, the more the pile higher, and I am a little smaller. Cold wind drives smoke down, years burn old. Candlelight swaying snow in the evening, plum Yan plain spring has not yet arrived. A trace of carmine, hidden in the cold floating. Remember, how many more!
I am lonely and I am alone. I want to find a green hedge to accommodate my lonely expectations. A little bit of text disappear moment, some panic, keep asking themselves, is not the complete rest. It wasn't giving up, it was just a pause on the road. Life is like the trajectory of flowers, at this moment is also a ruinous, tired? He was really tired. But climbing rope, I can't give up.
He had always wanted to go out to work. As long as he was not too tired, his body should not have any major problems. I thought about what it would be like then, it would be quieter! Busy filling the blank memory, rest moment on the quiet code, listen to music. He doesn't like drinking and partying like others, and he doesn't talk about family gossip. On vacation, plan the travel route early, do it together in two months, there should be half a month of free time. Not be tied down, stop and go, a backpack, a card can go wherever you want.
About love, not do not believe, just know that it is God's fate, can not do whatever you want. Not every encounter is beautiful, not every heart is worth loving. But also grateful for that unforgettable encounter, because at that moment you are sincere to me, I am so, eyes, heart is you. Passing by, do not deliberately forget or mention, memory of the swamp, there are always some cocoon out of the butterfly dance drunk in the flower of Acacia. After years, lying peacefully in a rocking chair, vicissitudes hanging full cheeks, palm warm cup of tea, you will remember what? Perhaps your eyes, there will be my quiet look at you, tears slowly dripping, silent. Time took away too many things, but some traces engraved in the heart, a lifetime can not be erased. Outside the cold wind blowing, floating to the sound of suona, someone left, time ah! Always nonstop, whipping the end of the season away.
Who will accompany who scattered to the end of the world, who will be obsessed with who for the cangue? Love word is true or false, perhaps I am too stupid, only remember the night of love, forget the red dust in too much noise. The wind thin cool sneaks into the night's bosom, but my two hands are empty-handed, how changes warm kindling from the palm? Frost condensation in the window, that texture cold eyebrow cinnabar, I will face the window he breathed a sigh of relief, melt that broken glass.
The wind and snow had a tacit understanding, waving the wings of the elves. No matter how much ink and ink could describe the silence of the night. The moment of morning, smoke rising, birds chirping, good! Morning light on the cheeks, gentle touch, cold disappeared. I am in the red dust, but also in the years outside, not dye fragrant, light hidden snow dance crystal, shake off a place of spring flowers. Floating thoughts, is a mark of flawless plain ink pen. Pausing for a moment, the separation of silk and cocoon, like a fish in the stream, slowly cruising, kissing the yellow coat of grass. Quiet and peaceful, beautiful, lonely is also very beautiful. Solitude made the order, pen and ink fragrant afternoon, lazy folding eyes barren winter, and the soul of the game, I did not lose myself. Love is also clear, love is white, I am still me, never change the aloof temper, wild unruly is my exclusive imprint. Collect all the winter stamens, spring, will bloom a small jasmine. The gentle wind blows, where the heart is, where the dream takes root, rises into the towering body of the peak...
Falling flowers crushed into mud, finger fragrance as before. Who borrows the wind title sequence, plays the song not to separate? You say long dependence, I say two cherish each other. Butterfly drink breeze dew, drunk over the rain. Fangfei fingers thin, pen also no title. In the old dream, there was still Chenxiang Yi.
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