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Standing on the red dust quiet place, light smile gazing, a tree flower blossom, Wen Er Ruosi's tenderness, quietly bloomed in the branches. A blossoming encounter, a curtain of wind and moon story. Who can read the deep humor in the eyes of who, who can hear! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
The light plum fragrance stained jade sleeves, listening to the snow at the window sentence is difficult to pay; a few points of shyness at the low eyebrow, a song of lovesickness two sadness. The first thing you need to know is how much love you have for each other in the dust. How much love can hold hands in the years? The first thing you need to know is how much you have to do to get to the top of the list.
The night is deep, who is in the end of the world for whom the soul is haunted? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. Who is the heart of poetry? Who is the lover of whom? Who fills in the blanks for whom? Who is the one for whom the soul is lost a few times? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
Thoughts like the wind sheer, attachment lingers infinite, love like water trickle, miss tight knocking heartstrings. Ice and snow melt, the spring breeze sends warmth, you are the most beautiful edge of my life ......
Alone in the corner of the lanting, away from the red dust and disturbance, shallow intoxication that "wind and waves" the most beautiful sentiment. The light sadness will be treasured well, because it is the life of the poetry manuscript, inspiration scanning. As your eyebrows, read the endless smile, chanting endless time quietly.
The night deep pain entanglement, faint sadness lingers between the fingers, melancholy piece of paper, bright night alone. Looking at the appendices, the qin and se***ing a water bay, who and who *** play a song of flowers and moonlight?
The empty valley of the Brahma sound, lingering a thousand years of charm, recited all the orchid language lotus heart, entangled in the ten thousand water rainwater, rich thousands of mountains like brocade; stranded years and years without a trace. Frequent glances back, red dust ferry, autumn water Iren that a touch of seclusion, who left the wait, after the lonesome dusk. A lotus of the heart, who reads, who tears the green shirt wet.
Ask the world what is love? The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good time to watch over you and me. A season of lovesickness leaning on the window of the years, holding the tenderness of the dream. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that with the help of your own personal computer. Such as the soft March rain, gently brushed your eyelashes, leaving thoughts moisturized you and my poetic dreams. Some love so ethereal, so obsessed, reach out but can not be reached, only entangled in the night, dream, wind, rain, snow, poetry,
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The implementation of a one-person idea, the promise of a lifetime of waiting, the heart and the heart of each other to keep **** white head, will be the true love of the writing into perpetuity, so that flowers bloomed all over the heart of the continent. Or borrow a light boat, paddle to your quiet harbor, and you hold hands, *** chanting the bright moon a few times, *** write colorful slipping sadness; *** play a song of the longest time; *** enjoy the wind and moon moving stars, *** drunk a few years of spring and autumn.
The wind and rain and the journey, why fear the bumps, true love together why fear the pain more; in love with thousands of can not be counted? I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do with this. The heart will silently pour out, if you know me, if you understand me, how can a thousand mountains and tens of thousands of obstacles, and with the wind and snow *** dance, and with the poems and songs, *** to the most beautiful dream.
Life geometry, pain and happiness! Some things are difficult to predict; some love is difficult to grasp; so the dream has become another kind of support. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. You know the flavor of happiness, sometimes lowered eyebrows smile, sometimes tears wet eyes; want you the night, thoughts are a song that can not be sung, rippling with the long river of the heart. And tonight, I want to ask you:Who are you missing? The song is a song of sorrow, who are you singing to?
Muted years, flowers bloom, the wind comes from; brewed flat and oblique long and short sentences, drunkenly chanting how many stories of the wind and flowers. Some simple and simple language, such as years of incense, soft rhyme in the poem dream, linger back and forth singing.
Recognize you, silently like you; meet you, y in love with you; read you, quietly looking at you; recognize you, dreaming of you, quietly embrace you. I believe that you are the most beautiful encounter in my life; you are the most beautiful happiness in my life. I don't want to spend time together, I don't want to get together when; I just want to have a heart to heart, I just want to sympathize with each other, I just want to be in touch with each other.
Plum blossoms, qin xiao *** Ming, dark fragrance floating, drunken lanting. The moon is full of appendicitis, thinking about the night clear, looking at the far end of the world, the poem can be comforted love. The silence implies the soul of the poem, the thought of times to miss the relatives; the window condenses the tears of the moon, alone on the shadow of the king.
Time as jade shear, the years a few look back; ink in the years, the poem hide a few sorrow. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots. The wind swept the top of the eyebrows, smile, an inspiration due to you, an attachment only wish you well, only because you have you in mind, the dream as promised, penetrate the night curls, pottery a lifetime of poetry ballads.
Appreciate a season of sweetness, shallow play in the years; listen to the flowers bloom silently, love the quiet beauty; will be a cavity of tenderness, tell all the old age; borrowing poems and dreams mood, fill Que "to tell the love"; pick a wisp of tenderness, shallow endowment of the "juvenile tour"; look away from the "Hibiscus Moon", everywhere, "Lilac Knot"; the wind whisked the "Pavilion Willow", drunk in the "a clump of flowers".
Don't sigh at the water flow, smile sweetly and forget your worries; gaze at the scenery everywhere, and the song and drunk a few fall. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this. I don't know how to answer you with a lowered eyebrow. Tonight I want to tell you quietly: it is you! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The time is shallow, looking back at the moment of acquaintance, no romance but very gentle; no need to confession has drunk the plum in the snow. If you can hold each other like this, can you be drunk with dreams, drunk with the wind, drunk with the moon, drunk with you and me.
A touch of sentiment in the heart, a wisp of love in the red dust, the flawed thought of ink and paper are your shadow, the book poetry rhyme are your soul, obsessed with Jun, obsessed with Jun, you are my favorite person in this life.
Twisting a piece of paper white, silent heart matters lyrics, shallow in the text wandering. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. A true love, how many years of prayer, worship, waiting? In this life, I would like to be the plum of your pen, drunk in your Tang style and Song rhyme; drunk in your poetry, drunk in your talent talent.
Pick a wisp of plum fragrance, lightly melted in the ink pool, swinging a thousand ripples, blooming in the heart. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you.
The red dust has a dream, a thousand feelings, ten thousand ideas, who knows my heart, who understands the meaning of it? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular ones.
Love, there is never a reason! I love you, so I love you! Love is the most beautiful thoughts, write the most beautiful poetry. Love is the most beautiful words, recounting the most beautiful lovesickness.