Thousands of years of a sigh, the only beauty into death
Like a dream not a dream of the lofty, like a drunken non-drunken swaying, in the ink of the rose pulling the clothes, fine cut into a picture of the eternal back, as if thousands of mottled, can no longer be penned into the ink, in the scattered light, thin into a pure and beautiful and loving poem
Line, so that all of the warmth of the entanglement of the flow. The only thing I can see is that you are standing in my ancient memories, and the smile I fixed on me is so miserable and far-fetched, so broken and mournful, and so much to be pitied. As I gradually swelled blood, passionate surge of
never extinguished feelings. Regardless of the years of lush, or Shaohua far away, wandering in the dipped in the confusion, that fell through the ages with the love of plucking the strings, through the distant space and time, pulling the old dream vaguely, but also real and phantasmagorical, as if the sound of the aftermath of the beams,
enduring.
A song "serious snow" makes people feel pity, Xue Zhiqian's slightly vicissitudes of the voice, like the white paper after the pulp as pure, so pale that people's heart ache heart broken. However, the turnover of time is an irresistible force that crushes the memories in the depths of the mind
and unknowingly transforms the past into a cloud of smoke that drifts away with the wind and leaves no traces. The time lagged in that summer afternoon, we were sitting on the park bench, silent, only
mechanically sweep each other with the corner of the eye, listening to the music that came from nowhere. It seems to chant a song that only belongs to us. The stars, the sun and the moon like a shuttle, after many years, and now, only I am left alone and lonely shallow
Singing, memories of chewing that astringent called the taste of love ...... Maybe we met too early, still in the age of that ignorance; maybe that green olive is not yet ripe season, it is too early to pick up, the two The young heart
Inadvertently but with the crazy growth of the vine meet collision, stirred up the spark of love. The two of them, as if there was an innate understanding between you and me, as if a pair of twin flowers bloomed in the marvelous youth
Shaohua. Standing at the end of time, recalling those who have said the warm and delicate words, searching for those left by the brook together with the figure, tracing those stone paths on the road deep and shallow footprints ...... All of this, are clear
clearly flow in the slow flow of the vein, so in my confused thoughts, you became me! The soul of that floating cloud ...... Now, I am alone on the dome of the sky, but no longer able to find your trail, only to see the love of a broken
ground, the past into death.
When like an hourglass of time to take away the years, let me only with a faint sadness to nostalgia,
No matter how hard I do, can not refuse to memory branded marks, but I know more y, this story turned around, left, is destined to be gone forever. Although often reluctant, but that piece of warmth has long been gone pale as
Desolate as water, but no longer able to hold back the flavor. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get the best out of this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get the best out of it. 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. The first thing you need to do is to look at the red leaves that are burning, and warm up your thoughts. Turn over the memory, look back in the past, in the marks of the years, we *** Mu morning dew **** enjoy the moon rise, but ultimately still red Xiaoxiao nowhere to find.
That remains in the memory of the fine crumbs and dribs and drabs, but into the depths of memory that the most brilliant smile condensed into today's memorial and remembrance of you. Still that unforgettable summer, still that crying red eyes of your single
thin back, in a flash but has been gradually far away, distant into the most beautiful memories of the years. 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 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 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 shoes or boots.
Even though that turn has been far away from my sight, but in the depths of my heart, but still can feel your presence, you are still
smiling like a flower, graceful and graceful, as if in front of me.
In the depths of my memory, you are always all the way to sow fragrance, that a wisp of fragrance, rhyming with my morning and evening. I have also fantasized about you into my dash, that is a kind of spiritual transcendence,, a kind of phoenix nirvana-like rebirth
Birth, but also a kind of prosperity and hustle and bustle contrary to the dash. I would like to break through the shackles of the millennium cycle, through the time tunnel, and then renewed thousands of years, you memorial, with my life and death of the persistence to recall all the love of thoughts. Heaven and earth,
Searching for the trajectory of love; wading through the water and trekking mountains, carrying wistful ancient dendrobium. Even if this behavior is reputed to be crazy, it is still my only choice to send my love thoughts. The sky and the earth, the lyrics in the paper, holding my thoughts like the sun, the moon and the stars
Ideas, embracing my romantic style of flowers and snowflakes. Let me wander in the years of wind and dust of the ferry, lightly twisting the Tanggula mountain pass wind, blowing wrinkled mirror like quiet Namucuo, belonging to your part of the monologue, deep embedded in the heart. Only this kind of
scenery retained in the depths of the soul, will not be eroded by the wind and frost of the sun and moon. However, the world is always difficult as people wish, the flowers, despair, a lake brimming with blue waves, only to stay empty loaded with two blanks. Open the dusty memories, staring deep thought, you are like a deep hidden in the poetic mood, not half a point Su Bei vulgarity mortal smoke, and as if you look at each other, but I am in the wind and dust waiting for a few rounds of reincarnation. That ancient primitive not humble
not exuberant, still illusory color, the wind lifted the neon dress, dancing alone ...... in my life as a long look back, in the passing of the wheel of the years, so that I can not speak of the beauty and sadness, all with the time faded beautiful, lost
fragrance, but that memory is clearly has been The more the clouds are engraved, the more colorful, the more bright and colorful. In the passing years of moisturizing, blooming with your charming smile, and my hidden heartache.
Is it you? Wide Shu neon shirt, dial a section of the sound, chanting a piece of heavenly music, singing and dancing, fluttering clothes, with a gorgeous dance, lonely writing this bone-breaking and as if it were the past clouds of the red dust love. You carry the auspicious clouds
Drifting away, leaving me alone, holding a mountain snow lotus like the holy and persistent watch. Trips over the years, hundreds of years between the tide of the tide, has long been annihilated wind and wind pavilion of the point of residual red; hundreds of years of wind and rain, has long been
swept away the sound of zero Dingyang sighs; hundreds of years of the Sutherland winds, has long been blown away the shepherds of the silvery hair. But I am resting on the pillow of your memory, deep and distant love, dreaming of a long dream, intoxicated and never wake up again.
"Ten years of life and death, do not think about it, from unforgettable. ...... Even if we meet should not recognize, dusty face, sideburns like frost. The night came to the dream and suddenly returned to the home. The small window, is combing make-up. I have no words to say to each other, but I have a thousand lines of tears. ......"
Flowering on the other side of the river, the wind has passed through the fall marks. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this. The once weeping tears have long been dried up by the memory. In my world, never be able to copy another you. 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. The original is the enmity of the gathering and separation, which is right and wrong, who can not be predetermined and determined. Only after years of deposition, uphold a thin heart, hold a light love, quietly looking at the dusk,
Counting such as lead years, bear the sweet and sour along the way.
Perhaps the life of
Every path has a difficult choice, each to pass through the station has a trekker's helplessness. After all the changes in the world, I finally understand: this shore can not be obtained, the other shore can not be obtained, this shore of the scenery may be more than
the other side of the more gorgeous, more charming. And the other side of the sky drifting clouds seem white and flawless, but accumulated too much dust, seemingly free and unrestrained, but can not get rid of the wind entanglement, and that late rain must be the cloud helpless sigh,
Only left a desolate, a thousand years a sigh of beauty into the death!