The wind of thoughts, blowing away the shallow traces in the brow, will be a touch of heart deep seed. 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. Thinking back to meeting and knowing you, the wind of that season, pulling my skirt, like a lily, for you to bloom. When all the end of the world, close to the hand, will be all the Qingxi, written into the flavor of the world. In the path covered with the fragrance of flowers, in the writing of the lowercase on the plain paper. You are in the line, I am in the word, we are in the same paragraph of the text inhabited thought of you, you have been y left in my heart, my thoughts, I also drunk in the red dust with you. A city of poetry, in the contrasting loneliness, in succession. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product.
Relying on the quiet autumn, let the thoughts spread. The first thing you need to do is to write down a poem that does not rhyme, and put all your thoughts and feelings in storage. Write down the heart of a side of the landscape, a love ...... write endless love, just because the love is like the tide, tell endless love, just because engraved in the heart. The first time I saw you, I saw your smiling' face, stepped through the thousands of mountains, I saw your kind eyes. Fingertips of time, through the corridor of time, looking back at the scenery through the years. You, like a shadow, love, is around. Book an ageless sentiment, weaving a most beautiful meeting, let that deep and shallow thoughts across thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of waters, with you in the quiet years of good company. Looking at the sky of the Tongyun scrolls, the thoughts will drift to thousands of miles away. The words are so beautiful, the sentences are so deep, the heart of the miss, can you feel it?
Gently lift a corner of the breeze, spread a pool of ink, glazed color thoughts in the fingertips dance, pen, poetic and in love. The time to remember the trajectory of love, thoughts, sprinkled with a watery poetry, gentle years, touching the heart. Sitting quietly on the opposite side of the time and its whispering, murmuring tenderness awakened the wind chimes of September, clear crisp ringing sound pulled me into the weaving of the dream, will be the sweetness of the years condensed into a cymbidium flower, don't in the chest lapel, hope that year after year full of fragrance. The encounter, because there is fate. There is no need to invite, no need to deliberately, only a glance, you can enter the heart. I don't remember, when you step into my city. I only know that every barren day, there is always a piece of quiet grass, green with my light warmth and happiness. Although, never intentionally. But they have long been planted into each other's soft heart. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. I would like to, just like this. I wish to make the time quiet, so that our love, like those lush vines, gentle growth.
The moon is hanging high, the autumn leaves fall shoulder, is you sent thoughts; that shake down the ground of red, is my eyes for you to drop the acacia. At this moment, let the warmth of cohesion fingertips, bathed in the wind and moon, quietly, with a heart to heart will be born, *** spectrum of a song of the heart of the chapter. Write a queer words, ink in the fall of the title page, the most beautiful encounter will be properly hidden. Lower eyebrows in the shallow time, flipping that way beautiful flowers, time in the joy, anger, sadness, mixed flavors, even though separated from the smoke and fire, is still about a million kinds of style. Pouring out a world of love just for you, Acacia has not been colored, the heart like glass. This paper ink, pulling the two sincere heart, tied to the life of the bone in the love. To look back after years - turn over, is the first time to see the stunning. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Standing at the corner of the turn of the wheel, want to be reckless. 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, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of boots. The curtains of depression, I gently knocked down the gossip that I have always wanted to say to you. I want to tell you, this life can know you is my life is the most beautiful scenery. Perhaps, a know-how is far away from the end of the world. Sitting alone in a corner quietly filled with thoughts, any fallen flowers full of lapel, any hair twisted, even though, *** with the writing of the sangma, gradually there are traces of the vicissitudes of life, the paper love of the ramblings of the languid, but still - the warmth of the flow of the year, the warmth of the Chinese years.
Once met, a glance of a thousand years. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one. You said that our hearts are in the same place, so I believe that our hearts will always be tightly connected forever. The company has a lot of people who are interested in the company's products and services, but they are also interested in the company's products and services, and they are also interested in the company's products and services. Even though, in the end of the world heart at hand, love in the ink love in the heart, those days of dark incense sleeves, those plum wine time, has long been engraved in the depths of the heart, warm into the flow of the years of the most beautiful warmth. The years are endless, the words have traces. In this season of some sadness, some joy, I use the most romantic maple red, research a pool of ink, with my white text, ink and your forever. Left-handed life, right-handed years, I waited in a poem, waiting for a clear encounter; I waited in a flower, waiting for a deep love of the promise. The time is shallow, the heart is stained with the fragrance of dust. Even if there is no flourishing flower, it will also carry the initial intention of reading you.
The time around the finger, fragrant fragrance, deep ink, time and warmth, between the lines of words, engraved charming. You are in the words between the lines, flow of heartbeat sentence, fragrance of love, brimming with love and attachment. Finger a touch of acacia, grasp a know, through a thousand turns, open into the most beautiful warm love, is the ageless myth, love, is a dream fairy tale, nourishing love through the radius of the heart in the moon, looking forward to this dome under the intersection of the mind with you, in this cool night with you in the end of the world. I want to come. Every journey is a landscape, the temperature of the fingertips, fit the heart eyebrow a can not stop the joy, it seems, should be a past life invitation, this life, just wait for you, gently come and ......
? Our story is still turning, quietly feel the deep love affair, in the words of a timeless years of companionship, poetry, paper paper years of quiet good. Do not say that the days long, do not say that the earth is long, only the joy overflowed in the eyes, will be your smile, placed in the heart of the softest place, with an initial heart, passing through your sadness and happiness, let the years go by, take a calm, for you to frost Hua as old. The light of the silk entanglement, has been knotted for you into a deep love of the idea of not speaking. The first thing you need to do is to look back and see how long it took for you to realize that you have been in love with me for a long time and that you have been in love with me for a long time. I am grateful for the fate, thankful for the years. Even if the vast sea of network meeting, there are some sincere warm, wet heart, moist corner of the eye. I met you, is the most beautiful legend of my life. Let me, embrace a bosom of calm, in your city habitat. The distance between us is not on the road, not in the heart, but in the round of the ride.
The red dust has you, doubly warm, years and years, years and years, the idea is in, love, I have been in, warm a pot of years, flick flowers smile, and you drink! In this life with you, only love, only you rely on each other. Love dyeing the years, promise an unrepentant. Expect to meet you in a miss, so that all the search and wait and the sound of flowers blooming, together with floating down in my surprise, floating down the vicissitudes of your past between the happy. This life only do your peace of mind woman, in the ordinary days and you have the happiness of wood, rice, oil and salt, until hobbling, until the silver hair full of head, until the end of the world, *** guard an untainted dust of happiness and peace and warmth. Have been by your side, with you holding hands, walk with you through the years of sunset and dusk, walk with you through the wind and rain of the red dust. From now on, gently rubbing poetry and painting, smile and cherish each other, red dust drunken warm, *** to keep the tranquility, dream shadow into a double, two love long. Even if the years fall out of prosperity, I only wish to guard the fireworks of two people with you, white head.