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Spread a page of paper, the heart outlined, the heavy end of the pen, splash ink and secluded rhyme. This rosy autumn, destined to be sheepish, like drunkenness like waking up. I longed for the lintel of the flowering season, and flowed the fragrance of this place.
The red dust past, dense dream glaze. I did not expect, without thinking back to smile, will make my heart miss, this love feelings, swinging happy
Lake, a circle of ripples rippled layer after layer of beautiful expectations. I don't know, will we meet in this season?
Always want to give the heart to place a quiet station, in the noisy world to find a quiet and peaceful. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. The sea of illusion floating life, wild geese sad autumn, a few times gaze, a few idle sadness. The days are peaceful and elegant, but the heart is not worried.
It is a good idea to hold on to the splendor of this season forever. The heart is attached to your gentle and spontaneous feelings. The change of seasons will eventually have the flower retreat residual red, wind and flowers, is ultimately a 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 then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones. Chasing after you, let me sigh in the silent world. Time and time again, regret, eclipsed the most beautiful scenery.
Light ink fragrance, pouring city face, I am in the thick of the fall, for you to compose a song of love alone, willing to pour out a world for you Fanghua tenderness, for you to be intoxicated in the world and what is the harm? The day and night alternation, thoughts
such as, the past is, please allow me to Fang bottle of Taibaijiu, and from now on long drunk in the life, to a cup of lost Shaohua, to a cup of long long thoughts.
One stroke floats over the deep meaning, light ink without traces of dust. The wind blew down the snow between the eyebrows, tears burning dark incense kissing cold heart. The teardrops rolling in the eyes, brewing with lovesickness
, the wind gently blowing slipped into the flow of light. The moon floating love silk long, silent night song goblet. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level.
I'll scoop up a handful of the seclusion and maybe brew up a Bodhi. I don't want to disturb the climbing vine in the corners of the walls, and I'd like to see a little bit of sadness scattered across my brow when I'm in love with the word, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it. If the heart is like stopping water, perhaps the days will also be light. Behind the light of day, how many want to talk about the melancholy! The years are not sad, the evening breeze into the painting wall. 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!
Memorizing the tenderness left behind by time, I promised to make a vow that would not change
. The first time I saw you, it was as if you were three years away from home. I miss your tenderness in the long days and years, Pan Ruoxi, love, two hearts intertwined with the lovesickness, how can we help the lovers are separated from the miles, Jun in the desert lonely smoke to see the lovesickness, the Iren Yangtze River tail side of the distant hope that the return of the gentleman.
Always believe
Life, all encounters are unexpected, all meet, all love, are destiny deliberately. The face back in the eyebrow on the heart, an inadvertent, your smile has become eternal.
Meet the person you want to meet in the millions of people, in the millions of years, time
the endless wilderness, not a step early, not a step late, just happen to catch up, just simply meet. If there is still if, even if it is a dream, I am also willing.
Throughout the years, who penned into a volume, who sang alone into mourning, a few life
Louis Vuitton Handbags, rolling red dust dream, this goes through the years, and then look back, have long forgotten what year and month this evening is.
Pick up a memory
, warm a pocket of years, cook a calm, savor the life of the right and wrong, gain and loss, the last last, perhaps no longer important to get, lost no longer regret, and the most fortunate is that we have learned to know, we know how to cherish.
Scattered endless memories, dribs and drabs, as if between, such as the east of the passing of the flowing water ......
Tell endless stories
, scattered, hesitation, all the wordless love ......
Singing tunes can not be The dream is long, years of condensation incense, drunk with many lovers
, drunk for the love of the heart.