When will I see you? When will I see you, my dear? Do you have a woman you want to follow and stop letting your eyes wander? Will you, like the Green Knight of my dreams, look deep into her eyes and lean down to plant a kiss on her forehead?
The Green Knight sighed: "The ancient people did not see the moon today, but the moon used to shine on the ancient people.
My dear you, I want to be like you to go far away. I wiped away my tears and walked away stubbornly.
"Lushan show out of the South Dipper evening, screen nine stacked cloud brocade Zhang, the shadow of the lake Qingdai light."
Inexplicable sadness attacked me, I let the dress in the mountain mist with the mist, let the sadness with the wind.
The first time I saw the movie, I was in the middle of the movie, and I was in the middle of the movie, and I was in the middle of the movie. If you don't want you, how can you see everything in no man's land and think of you? How could you somehow feel that your encounter with you is like a lifetime ago in the sunlight that spreads through the leaves?
Where did you come from? I'm not going to be able to do that. Where are you going? I don't know anything. Today, many years later, I once again learned to cry as loudly as a child when I am alone. Today, years later, I finally learned to naturally want to get drunk.
You don't want to go home, I don't want to go home. I'm not going home, I don't want to go home, so I'm just going to wander. Standing in the sea of clouds in the Cangshan Mountains, watching the clouds roll in and out, I even want to imagine the little dragon lady, vertical cloud. On the dragon's head cliff, I am looking at you with all my heart; on the top of the dangerous peak, I realized that I love you more than the wall is more resolute, more than the cliff is deeper than the bottom. I thought of Bayanbuluk, the weeping grassland in Xinjiang, where I heard that lovers will never part. Will you take me with you? If we hadn't met before, we wouldn't have been so entangled and confused. But since we met, there's no turning back even if our hearts are broken, is there? The simple joy of being alone is real. Free as I am, uninhibited as you are, how can two horses ride the sky and neck all day long? A doomed ending of the play, I tearfully staged.
The fog and the night attacked me alone. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in the world. Time walks, time walks. Are you in my heart? Who is in your heart? Who am I in?
The rain is dripping like tears, wetting the hair, wetting the mood. It's a great way to get your eyesight blurred, but not your face. I looked up at your angular face, your starry eyebrows and sword eyes. What happens when I touch it with my hands? What kind of changes have been carved on it by the years? You are not old, only wise and calm. Mountain peaks one by one in the foot undulation, cloud on the day, the original or not let me transcendental as immortal, you are still in my mind lingering a touch of color, and I, is your sunset in the fire Yanhong?
Full of mountain red lonely as autumn, sunrise and sunset, blossom and thank, maybe it really is a metabolism of the river and the mountains, red face more ill-fated. Luckily, ordinary as me, not to be jealous of people. But, in this case, even the happy birds have forgotten my hope.
"The sound of the broken Hong, standing all the slanting sun", all night long, such as high buildings, I also learn you, a green shirt, a huqin, leaving the familiar people, walking, wandering.
In the friend of the mountain village, goblet, and enjoy a few days. I was so drunk that a cup of Jade Dragon wine made me feel like a colorful shadow. Over and over again, your visions came crashing down on me. All over the world, all is your basalt-colored cloak, slightly frowning eyebrows, angular face, and your slightly upturned corners of the mouth. Even the silk and bamboo strings between the seats, are hidden in your flute Xiao haze, and the dark fragrance of snow plums. I can't help but remember a snowy night when you sent three red plums to me from a friend, the red color in the snow was my favorite. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
A few days later, I felt disillusioned and returned to Lujia. On the way, I met a boy who sells love, and he wrapped it up in a delicate flower crown, Angel, which smelled of roses. The boy's eyes are like stars, dark and innocent, he believes in love. I can not afford to buy real love, cheap love and I never bother to buy. But I couldn't bear to brush off his childish expectations, so I exchanged a cherry fruit for his love. Sweet child, when you really know love, will you still sell them without hesitation? Can I buy your love and really have it?
My thirteen cherry blossoms hurriedly welcomed out of the Cherry Castle for me to brush off the dust. And I realize that the weariness of the heart can only be rested by oneself. Inadvertently, see thirteen cherry blossoms also hides a small boy sold love, I smiled. It seems that the boy who played the acoustic guitar on the lover's slopes has finally learned to wander in the lover's slopes other than romantic.
I smiled because your frown opened up.
That day when we met again in Lujia, I was shocked by the gulls in my heart.
That day when we met again in Lujia, it stirred up a gull in my heart. After such a long time, when I saw you again, I only looked at you timidly, and I forgot to thank you for the Li Crystal Ice. Your face is as bright as the moon, and you bring with you the scent of the forest and the sea, forcing me to gasp for air. Is this me? The moment I see you, my heart gets so tense that it aches and clenches.
I am still the same stubborn me. I'm going to run my own farm in a small town in Seville, Spain, where I'm going to sunbathe and raise cats. I'm going to go to Africa and spend my days photographing wild animals and working with cheetahs. Or I'll be a war correspondent on the battlefields. That's what I'm trying to do, indulge myself little by little as a lonely wild child. Can you understand that? Can you condone it?
The Italian Neapolitan pizza Milan dress, and France soaked to the bones of the romantic, representing my innate stubbornness to want to be the kind of a world apart from the real sense of happiness, even if the sunshine is scattered, but also stubbornly with the palms of the hands to continue not to let go, like a baby, always eager to grab something, but do not know, the more force, the palms of the hand can accommodate the more less, spread out his hands, the whole world in the hands of the opposite. My dear you, is it for you, too?
In fact, it's not that there is no one to love, is it? A large number of friends, are not able to bear the lightness of life. 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. See the beauty of the beast said to me, when you want not to be alone, you will not be alone. Tears fell from my eyes. I can't tell you how touched I was. However, I continue to be alone, because there is no you hold my hand, and I grow old.
People, is always longing for warmth and a lot of love animals. When I am injured and lying alone on the bed, I will see the horses of time running away from me without fear, but I can not do anything about it. At this time, I will remember you, the easy wind of life. Maybe many years later, can forget the once easy water Xiao Feng. However, that forgetting is like asking a rhinoceros to forget a waterfowl, or a waterfowl to forget the morning. To paraplegic more people forget to once walk like flying, walk like flying people forget how to breathe. Perhaps it is better to forget each other than to forget each other.