A melodious melody rang out:Pouring full of daughter red, love is always that thick, eighteen miles of the long pavilion, and then do not have to send each other ...... I am intoxicated by this wonderful mood, remembering eighteen years old to get married she was born like a flower, stupid.
A red-hot red wedding cheongsam reflecting a delicate red face, two curved willow leaf tilted eyebrows playful with a pair of phoenix triangular eyes, four seasons like spring face wet through your confusing feelings. The whole body of the daughter is like a peach blossom fairy bathed in the February spring breeze. Back out of the corner of the smile of a hundred charming horizontal, pink color want to drip, a good nine nine daughter red.
The nine daughters of red, buried eighteen winter, brewing an eighteen-year dream of love!
The nine daughters of red like that wine wine red, a cup of daughter of red into the belly, the little girl drunken eyes, red light on the face. Mouth full of wine aroma spilling overflow of sadness. Sorrowful girls are the most touching, drunken girls are the most charming. Cups of daughter red sprinkled to the bewitching peach blossom, peach blossom is also drunk, seeping with the fragrance of wine peach fragrance led me into the willow lake night dream. The landscape of the lake, the landscape of the lake is fascinating, red wine and green, singing and dancing.
Lift up the wine glass, taste a mouthful of daughter red, the aroma back also around the intestine. When you wake up, look around, the pavilion and the pavilion, holding the pipa half-covered posture is hidden. A pair of delicate hands gently plucked the pipa strings, melodious melody like a clear lake from the flowers slipped through the same. It is mellow and smooth, with a hundred turns.
The nine daughters of red, buried eighteen winter, brewing an eighteen-year dream of love!
I don't know if I'm drunk, or obsessed? A burst of joyful singing woke me up to the pavilion again. The beauty stepped on the song and dance, the stockings and embroidered shoes with the step did not. Pavilion full of dancing fan woman waving long sleeves dancing, peach blossom skirt mixed with willow lake song and dance flower branch flying butterfly, YingYing dance is the seven fairies with the wind floating down to earth. There are fairies down to earth there is no reason not to love, once again filled with this daughter red, the wind into the group. I improvised to join this full dance floor, and the beauty of the waist back to dance, a drunken solution to a thousand sorrows. It is really fast, fast! I really hope that this dream will not wake up.
With the help of wine and the company of a beautiful woman, there is nothing better than the feeling of being immortal! I woke up in despair this morning, shook up the boat, downstream and downwind, all the way down the river, the wind, the water waves do not rise. I don't know when the river has been fogged up, cloudy and smoky, a blur in front of me. I lit up a red lantern, and the illusion of red waver reflected the eighteen years of waiting for a good person.
Remote to the past, the good woman for me eighteen long pavilion to send each other, and now for me eighteen miles long pavilion to welcome, the tears of longing touched can no longer block our silver bridge get together. I'd like to take a look at this again, and I'd like to share it with you," he said, "I'd like to share it with you.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine daughter red, buried eighteen winter, brewing a eighteen years of love dream!
Fill up this daughter red, tonight by the moon and stars, the night of the full moon, and the beauty of the drink Tianming, so that our true love like this brewed eighteen years of daughter red as thick. The beauty no longer need for me to eighteen miles long pavilion to send each other, today have wine today drunk, and the beauty of the world forever.
In the end was drunk by the wine, or by the beauty of the drunk, lifted your red head, looking at the hall swaying candle shadow red, my eighteen years of hard thinking everything is in the unsaid. I'm really happy, eighteen years of yearning finally expected nine nine daughters red.
Gardenia blossom, think of once, shy you, fresh you, hard to let go of you, more think of you pure pure smile, pure pure eyes, pure pure pure hair fragrance, pure pure pure silhouette, just like the gardenia blossom, so lovely, so white, so fragrant
Nine hundred and ninety-nine daughters of the red, buried eighteen winters, brewing a eighteen years of lovesickness dream!
Eighteen years of lingering lovesickness like gardenia blossom, like crystal waves bloom in my heart sea! Gardenia blossoms open ah open, pure pure like, pure pure pure love, day and night irrigate my light youth! Gardenia blossom, pure pure you, pure pure fragrance, has been lingering in my mind!
Gardenia blossom, encounter is very beautiful, beautiful to the extreme, the end is speechless. The heart of that sentiment, only the heart knows. Shallow summer wind is very warm, very soft, as if thoughts, at the corner of the season, will you keep watch. I read a person, scattered the shallow years, delicate as the shuttle time, if you know, please gently collection.
The nine daughters of red, buried eighteen winter, brewing an eighteen-year dream of love!
Memories are endless, thoughts are endless, a touch of tenderness, a touch of heart fragrance! I've been thinking about you for a long time, and I've been thinking about you for a long time, and I've been thinking about you for a long time, and I've been thinking about you for a long time! When the dream of the water town, you a long white dress, a head of hair and waist, Pavilion, dancing, fluttering, long hair floating, floating as immortal, you if a fresh and elegant, pure and elegant lotus, gracefully bloom for me, is your shadow drunk my heart dream, such as the flowers like brilliant, such as the butterfly dance like bright, that wipe drunk in the dream of the lingering, into the rain of tears of lovesickness, warmed the heart, wet eyes, drunk! The heart of that a touch of softness!
The night was long, the love was long, the thoughts, deep and shallow, the attachment high high low...
Nine daughter red, buried eighteen winter, brewing an eighteen-year dream of lovesickness!
In life, there is always an encounter, so that the mountains and the water snuggle together; there is always a heartbeat, so that the end of the world into a stone's throw. A love, in the wind murmuring, softly speaking, that is my gentle rambling to you; an idea, in the rain of tenderness, gently dance, that is my tenderness to you.
Love a person, can look at each other's eyes, is the most beautiful scenery, can know each other's heart, is the most beautiful induction! The most beautiful scenery of life is that you are in, I am in, warm and sweet often. Love, in the heart of the slow flow, no words is also warm; love, in the eyebrow soft stretch, silent is also happiness. Warm care, soft pain, is the most beautiful waiting in life.