Emotional journal "spring warmth and fragrance of flowers love with the movement, time shallow love with the wind"
Pick up the dream between the flowers, meet at this moment, sing to the wine, do not ask the earth has been geometrical, the rain breeze spring a color, lightly tell the flow of the year, warm season of spring warmth and flowers bloom. Excerpted from the emotional journal "spring flowers love with the movement, time shallow love with the wind", more journals in the fresh graduates diary network.
Spring warmth and fragrance of flowers love with the movement, time shallow love with the wind
Clear wind and warm rain sky blue, willow silk even spring river, willow green river warm, spring warmth and fragrance of spring a color, the setting sun fell red on the other side of the bank of flowers.
When the peach blossoms are falling, the beauty of spring is infinite, and you meet, a song of the heart sound of lovesickness has not been, the end of the night is still cutting the lights and flowers.
The spring warmth of the flowers and love with the movement, time shallow love with the wind, the wind and rain wind far, April warmth Biyangtian, the neighboring courtyard flowers blossomed incense dark crossing, the bank of the willow trailing rhyme quietly pass, willow green and flowers red with the spring, the spring breeze and rain played the spring prelude. Breeze combing the dancing willow, birds singing the spring show. The fog around the distant mountains, green grass is also heart happy, a pocket of paintings, a small drink of love, the wind and the moon, nothing to do with his words, and singing and walking, quietly guard a peace, love a dream.
The years have taken away the past, the past is full of heartbreak, walked through the wind and flowers of the snow, how much prosperity like a dream, leaving behind the despair of the fallen. 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 products and services in the world. A once, a past, how many spring and fall, can not hold the years, can not hold. The edge, there is a kind of companionship, called the mountains far away, there is a kind of expectation, called the silence like, there is a kind of memory, called bitter sweet, there is a kind of nostalgia, called the eyes, love light spring warmth.
Spring like autumn, warm and cold, gazing into the distance, smoke, silence. The love is not yet central, silk into a wound, a paper is difficult to tell, because it is overflowing with too much longing, too many expectations and too much love. Years such as you, book a sum of love, dipped in a wisp of flowers, rhyme, depicting an eternal love long; surplus of a bosom warmth, pull a dream, quiet, chanting a song of immortal chapters; grasp a touch of sunrise, with a world of attachment, warmth, sweetness, a season of romantic flow of light.
Swallows and flowers fall, rain and breeze, spring is budding, lightly told the flow of years, warm season of spring flowers. If the water is clear face, warm ink Ran, rain and cold sound slow. A thought, March snow play flower residue. You come from the red dust about, such as lotus elegant, such as orchids quiet and skillful. Smiling like a flower, soft my eyes, look back in a flash, warm a meeting, twisting a finger flower, red dust, a know how, time is quiet, the years of time as the petal rain, with the dark fragrance in the fingers flow.
Both meet, but in a hurry. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. Warm rain and clear winds at the beginning of the freeze, willow eyes and plum cheeks, already feel the spring heart. Who is with the wine and poetry ****? Tears melt the remnants of powder flower tin heavy. You are dressed in white, riding in a light boat, swinging a river of spring water and flowers, playing a song of the east wind breaks, limp and dancing, dashing and majestic. I and you plum boiled wine with songs of joy, *** enjoy the beauty of the picturesque, sitting on the tide of the tide, to see the beautiful flowers and reds bloom all over the landscape *** day even a color, the sun sets on the other side of the happy.
Pick up the dream between the flowers, meet at this moment, sing to the wine, do not ask the earth has been geometric, the rain breeze spring a color, gently tell the flow of years, warm season of spring flowers. Surplus a bosom of warmth, pulling a dream, quiet, lightly chanting a song of immortal chapter; a touch of sunrise, with a world of attachment, warmth, sweet season of romantic flow of light. The quiet grip of the end of the pen to think of each other. A splash of water like a matter of the heart, embellished by the flow of years in the mottled time. The encounter is a kind of beauty, cherish a beautiful encounter, high mountains and flowing water to find a soulmate, *** spectrum of a song of love.
Spring is long, snuggle up to each other, with love, tenderness and honey, want to talk, gentle as jade. A song of the heart, cleansing the dust of the world. A wisp of flower soul, intoxicated by the beautiful sadness. An encounter, pouring out the mountains and flowing water. A thought of obsession, love is different from life and death in the same cave. The spring water is blue, pouring to a few tenderness. The red dust of the finger, a thousand worlds of reincarnation into a sadness. I wish to get a heart, white head will not leave each other. Listen to the flowers bloom, for you, pouring out a thousand years of waiting. When I look back, the flowers bloom on the other side of the river, the moon dance cloud sleeves, ink stained Jiangnan.
Spring breeze into the dream soft, dashing night rain quiet clear eyes, love is also long, the idea is also long. Desert cold, alone on the west tower, flying flowers like a dream, smoke and rain like sorrow. Love is not over, hate is not over, the curtain rolls west wind thin. The flowers bloom on the street, the yellow spring is blue, and the moon is like a hook. The brocade without end, the string music with the wind, brush the red sleeve, lightly singing, Guan Guan Ju, heart like a small boat. I'm not sure if I've ever heard of a new song, but I've been looking back, and I've heard a lot of new lyrics. The rain is falling, the wind is fine. Stranger home, green willow green, peach Xie red makeup residual apricot and plum, spring at the poplar flowers, and landscape as a companion, with the sun and the moon with the joy.
The wine is new, and the people are lying drunk. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite products and services, and then you'll be able to see them. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you. The first time I saw you, I saw your face, and then I fell in love with you. I have no intention of laughing at all the smoke and dust. I've been thinking about you for a long time, but I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to help you. A glance at the spring night and the moon, a thousand times sadly want to end. Lightly depicted eyebrow, alone comb makeup, two eyes Zhu Sha tears, reed and pale. The night is not over, the night of the spring is difficult to think about. Pillow a curtain dream, poetry a song. Looking at all the thousands of sails where is, return to the heart of the mist like fog indistinct, do not adore the group FangYan, but heard the quiet language Xian.
The light smoke and mist, the night appendage, the slender moon, such as cold, the sound of rain slow. 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 first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The red dust a goodbye, thousands of miles of marriage to pay miserable, yellow sorghum in a dream. Butterfly feather Yi Yi seems to be empty haze, stroking the piano a song carving flower cage. A wisp of ink soul, a Yi Yun Yun, a long blue valley loves to lead. The flowers, the neon dress, the smell of a flattering plum fragrance, a section of the song of love. Red sleeves full of incense, how like the cloud sleeve dance moonlight, fog is not fog, flowers are not flowers, sweet smile love warm.
Thousands of love, thousands of ideas, shallow pen, light writing, pen walks between the red dust, love two lingering, green hills with the water, look back in a flash. The time has been dyed into a myriad of lovesickness. The condensing fingertips, deep love has been waved into a distant attachment. A warm thought, through the dust and smoke of the years, can you arrive at the other side of the shore where your soul is lonely. A song of the heart, through the memory of the long space, but I wish, you safe I safe flow of years safe, but the idea, love long water long intention longer, good time as a dream dream a thousand years, deep love and love.
Smoke and rain remote desire to wear, long lovesickness want to keep each other, silent dust, smile guard text ink falling flowers, counting the years, reclining on the memory of the water-colored years, walk through the years, the road has been extended at the foot. Through the dust, the heart has been in the pen fragrance. Looking back, love has been in the soul of the quiet guard; millennium cycle, love has been in the smile in the quiet open. The book of this life is a dream, pouring all the mountain love water, peach blossom willow tree new clothes, the meaning of life sentiment light, spring warmth and flowers love with the movement, the time is shallow love with the wind.
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