The language of the flowers in the paper is wrapped around the dream, and the red rain adds to the sorrows, and the withered ink overlaps the grievances and sorrows.
People are leaving, the crescent moon is thin, the dew soaked scrolls, do you know?
Picked the pearl curtain, a few times gaze, tears wet cloud sleeve.
Poetry was painted all over the scrolls, and the smoke covered the green building, which was again tied up with the button of love.
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Settled in the dust, secluded in the fireworks, the life of the faint bloom, the heart, simple quiet vegetarian leisure, love, elegant and simple. I am thankful for this bright light, thankful for this exquisite years, thankful for this beautiful encounter, fortunate to get the gentleman, warm in the heart. When the cheek of the smile gently swing open, when all the reluctance in the lips flooded, can you give me, a world of indulgence? The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'd like to say that I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this.
A flower blossom, fragrance of the original color of life, a note of time, complete the scattered in the words of the sentiment, lazy strokes weave not all the crystal past, lurking in the ink in the appendix of the old dream, roaming through the shoreline of thoughts surging in the heart. A volume of flower language whispering, a wisp of sentiment spreading, I through the summer brow searching for the past wind and snow love, in the summer Shan Shan in the charm, in the thick and strong joy, your figure more and more clear jumping in my eyes, my heart veins.
A fondness for through the dust and a tie in the bottom of the wrist roll, if, a true love can not withstand the washing of time, and let me carve your name into the life of the love condensed in the brushstrokes, even though, the cool smoke and rain to wash away all the memories, you are still sparkling in my colorful life, is still Yiyiyi glory in the reed reed pale Mekui water between. The years are quiet, the love affair Ran slip through, those for you and the book of poetry charming time. The tip of the pen lightly fall, light book of love, fragrant words, warm meeting, burning feelings.
*Sitting in the season of tenderness, time flows between the fingers, quietly listening to the cicadas, light appreciation of the flowers and birds, the heart is happy and comfortable, slowly listening to, slowly tasting, drawing the warmth and warmth of life, write the world of happiness. A wish fell in front of the window, a piece of paper destiny inseparable red dust, a lapel chapter of words intoxicated beauty of the red face, only that the moon has the yin and yin and round and missing, people have sadness and happiness, two hearts if the end of the world, and how? The three thousand splendor, who is brewing lovesickness? Who is looking forward to the moon locking the spring mountains? The wind will make the shadow, love into the fragrant ink, a touch of tenderness hidden between the eyebrows, a string of heart shallow murmur.
In the depths of the heart, a true love in the tolerance of eternity, in the light of the time to grow, in the time to stop, in the blood mingled, in each other's body cool to go farther, wind and rain and ****, silently together. Disorientation of the world, the phantom floating, love lock brow, silent window pane, the heart is filled with atrophied tone serge, drunken fall a quote tears, rhyme dyeing a paper verse.
Life, there will always be a meeting, meet hate, there will always be a heartbeat, jumping in the word, there will always be a love, brimming with the years. Cooking a pot of acacia wine, drunk on the banks of the Three Lives River, drunk on the millennium cycle. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
I'm looking for your smile in a splash of red, let the tenderness in the years of wind and rain leak down, low brow, gaze, a wisp of loneliness stained the flowers, wet makeup. Years of sculpting the face, thoughts are always like shadows, between the fingers of love in the boundless dark night spread, palm of love in the bottom of the heart of dense, an Acacia in memory. The only leaning against the years, countless times outlined your eyes, light smile, I and you in a poem condensation, the words between the lines of the final shallow, I am afraid of parting early.
We always want to paint the warm time into a colorful picture, and you in the warm light of the day to allow a happy years, to allow an end of the world, thousands of mountains, and you hold hands with the life, the wind and rain together. A volume of poetry, watching the wind and listening to the rain, cooking a pot of tea, savoring the time, inviting a wisp of lotus, quietly enjoying the moon, under the Bodhi tree, pouring a taste of Zen tea, drinking a cup of deep love, deep in the soul, that know how, in the flow of years of silent peace and warmth, that heart-warming first sight, gentle memory.
Life, to avoid the sadness, to avoid the loneliness, but can not hide love, looking back at the years, a love affair in the depths of the red dust, always believe that an emotion, even if the flowers fall into the mud, is still a dark fragrance, even if the sea, is still full of flowers, even if the winds of the passing years blew thin past, is still beautiful and gorgeous, no matter how many bumps in the road, have no regrets, are hidden in the life of the brocade scrolls, decorated in the rows of the years, and the life of the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world. A paper through the years, happy and drunk, sad and sweet, so that those who have been filtered by the light of day to stay in the memory, so that those who have flowers and butterflies in the past beautiful years, shallow murmur.
The love affair is too short, the red dust is too long, the love rhyme ink, xiao sound burning who intestines? The light volume of the past, moss wrapped loneliness, leaning on the fence to look at the end of the world, cold dreams, frost and dew sadness, thousands of things who can understand? How can a tree of prosperity be yellowed? A few times I dreamed of pouring into the city of the king, a few drops of tears of thought splashed on the paper, thin out the red face, the thought of love without a date. The heart is like blue water, only drink a dipper, the sky is full of smoke and rain, how to solve the love sadness?
Even if all of the beauty is left in the form of broken flowers, I am still waiting for you in the water and clouds. A hint of warmth, bright soul, grass and trees, picking flowers and tea, four seasons like poetry, listening to the wind singing, holding a pen, embroidery a soulful encounter, holding a Zen heart, with a different posture walking in the hustle and bustle of the world, in the lotus of the warmth of the silence, in the sound of the flowers in the clear joy.
Send a bookmark of the years to you, shallow memory in the green time, the deep love, has nothing to do with the wind and the moon, the moon is full and the moon is missing, not stained with sadness. The water between, play a song of rhyme, surplus a smile, so that life as a picture, the years as poetry, a thought into obsession, you come to me in.
Lin Wei-Yin said: "I fell in love with a city because there is a favorite person living in the city. In fact, not, in love with a city, may be a vivid scenery for the city, for a period of childhood memories, for a familiar old house. Perhaps, just for the city. Just like falling in love with someone, sometimes there is no need for any reason, there is no cause, nothing to do with the wind and moon, just love.
When I lie in a paper and ink want you, can you into my red paper, accompany me in this hot summer night cool sleep? I'm not going to be able to get a lot more than that, but I'm going to be able to get a lot more than that, and I'm going to be able to get a lot more than that, and I'm going to be able to get a lot more than that, and I'm going to be able to get a lot more than that. In the coming year, the flowers are full of branches, the fragrance is full of sleeves, in the ferry at first sight, can you hold my hand, dance a tree prosperity, pour a city of love?
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time, and I've never seen her in the world. The life is always gathered and dispersed in a hurry, the sea is vast, encountered is fate. Only wish this life, do a walk in time in the elegant woman, do a peace in the text of the book between the woman, elegant and light, pure and true, alone to guard their own fireworks, still open in the years of the city. In the future, with you holding hands in the time trail, a song of red dust love, a lifetime of deep love.
Author:Blue Spirit