"Remnants of a dream like smoke, love returns to the smoky rain"
Author: Water Harbor Bay
The light sentiment and shallow wind, the shadow under the smoky moon is hazy. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Through the flow of the four seasons, I will be the word of love sent to the peach petals, blooming in March branches, in the wind and rain, welcome to look at the spring sowing of love. The flowers on the street are as light as dust and smoke; the water in autumn is full of water, a thousand turns. When the geese return, the setting sun is round; lightly singing, **** dance long day.
Adorned with red full of path, that is floating down the love of the three worlds; running water gurgling, taking away is the youth of the spirit of youth. But I am still outside the time, waiting for that a bright past, light hanging that a perfect curtain dream.
Tonight, I sleep lightly in a touch of faint melancholy. Outside the window, the beautiful tree hanging hanging thousands of leaves of the heart, rambling between the flowers, a melancholy.
I Mu Ran look back, feel the heart if the smoke and rain; I look at the full moon, but it is full of vicissitudes. When the wind rises, shaking down a patchwork of acacia. The only intoxicated in the text of the euphemisms and expectations, in the most beautiful red dust and you meet, *** happy long tone.
Now, the road is long, the love is far away, the love wire a few more entangled in the earth? I mean cut, love, love to the depths for you to write how many words into poetry!
I lit the candle in my heart, in the twilight and morning smoke, watching for your appearance. The depths of the falling red, attached to the green vine but in the silent spread, guidance to watch over your place, stay thousands of feelings, send a few more fondness.
In the drizzle lingering, to you and I brought the tenderness of romance; falling in the colorful, the seething autumn winds ripened the red beans of your feelings and mine; falling flowers in the silence, you and I dance in the dark fragrance of the floating shadow; running water in the leisurely, washed away the brow of you and me locked in the sadness of the love.
Crossing this emotional winter, there will always be a garden full of spring color, there will always be beautiful flowers, have a season of fragrance, is the most beautiful emotions in this life. But how to cross this emotional bottleneck?
I threw out the attachment, is the sky fell a clear tear, in the midnight of the Brahma shadow movement, into the ghost of the moonlight on your body, with the wind of the Tang time Song time rain, elegant poetry.
The thoughts I send out are a part of the scenery that you and I had rubbed shoulders with in our previous lives, and in the memory of the yellow sand, along the footsteps we once walked, framed as the companionship of this life.
My heart grows expectations, such as silk spring rain, moisturizing the emotional grassland, and as growing in the bottom of the heart of the rose, in the summer, a year prosperous like a year. Like flowers, like broken jade, pieces of dance down at this time in your heart and mine.
My heart surging desire, quietly bloomed in every night, long waiting for your familiar figure in the dream. The world is so far away, looking forward to meeting you in the deepest red dust.
This is a thousand steps away, but it is difficult to cross; thousands of miles away, but like a choke point. I sent love to the snow, wind and flowers, empty melancholy, lovesickness lingering. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey. I long for a wisp of tenderness, a trace of warmth. When the wind rises, people do not sleep, dance and make clear shadow, but the shadow is only single. 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 window contains the illusion of moving shadows, let me dream of your eyes, your deep love. The window insects whispering, I do not know the heart of you when to return? The dark fragrance of the heart, love from the heart, my heart is no longer tide tide, shallow thoughts have been into the dream, at this time, I can only use the words to diarrhea me a finger of tenderness.
If you are the wind, blowing green belonging to you and my emotions of the field, so that life is lush and green.
If you are the rain, splashing wet belonging to you and me how many memories of the wind and snow, sprinkled with honey tenderness.
If you are a leaf, how many memories belonging to you and me to accumulate the deep love and affection, simple flow in the leaf veins.
If you are a butterfly, you will be able to dance on the limbs of your feet and get drunk on the breeze.
If you are a snow, how many of the dusty destinies of this life belong to you and me, and you dance alone in the dome of the sky.
If you are a dream, how much love belongs to you and me, waved in the smoke and peach blossom.
I would like to experience with you, a beautiful encounter, a true love affair, all the way to the languid attachment, a lifetime of butterflies and flowers flying attachment. Because of you, the cold night is no longer lonely; because of love you, the heart is no longer lonely. So, quietly feelings condensed incense in the bottom of the heart; so, every night, pillow your name to sleep. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm doing and what I'm doing.
You and I encountered the water clouds, I wish, to bring you the sunshine and spring rain, not too much heavy and trip. I wish, such as lotus heart can call back to your eyes in this life, hold you into the dream, slowly walk together, with the warmth belonging to us, **** chanting this life's prosperity and despair.
The intermingling of your and my emotions in this life, drunken wind, drunken rain. The watchfulness of the heart, driving away the loneliness and coldness of the heart. Brush off the dust, lightly buckle the heart, chanting and singing the love and affection of the sky on the other side.