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Summer, spread a land of fire, hot sunshine in the embrace of the breeze swaying bright smile.
On the road, a beautiful and elegant woman, stepping on the joyful and joyful footsteps, came slowly. She cut out a Romantic summer flavor for her life with her own dexterity.
This is a vibrant and wonderful painting. The corners of the mouth slightly curved up, smiling into a crescent moon, smiling eyes rippling with watery waves, I heard the sound of the door of the heart quietly open, as the pomegranate in the garden grinning smile.
Following the footsteps of summer, I listened attentively to the gusts of honeyed words coming from the wind in the chirping of birds.
After three summers of baptism, you are still you, I am still me, pomegranate flowers still bloom as expected.
In the north, the pomegranate flowers are blooming, and the blooming petals are like your hot thoughts.
In the south, the beautiful dresses dance lightly, and the fluttering skirts hold up my strong attachment.
A little red in the green bushes, especially conspicuous is your red-colored love, even if separated by a thousand mountains, ten thousand pieces of the sea, but also still jumping with charming style.
Looking at the pictures you sent over, enjoy the pomegranate flower that mature beauty, warm color makes the summer full of beautiful longing, this year, we can finally live a quiet summer.
The sun is starting to heat up in the south, and the burning breath is almost breathless. Every day, I go to work against the burning sun, counting my broken steps while thinking about the past. Time is like water, it can wash away all the grudges, can dilute all the love and hatred, it can not wash away the dream outside the dream from time to time on the screen. The curtain rises, only you and me on the stage; curtain thanks, the stage is still only you and me.
The song of flying gurgling flow, flow through the thought of you every night and day. Dreams of distant happiness seems to be right beside me, it gently cloaked in pink, with rising aspirations, in the end of May to spread cozy wings.
Cut a period of time, put it in the dream and carefully modify it, cut out the heavy details, leave the lingering picture, and sew it into a beautiful dance dress.
Holding up the oil-paper umbrella you sent, wearing your favorite cheongsam, carrying a volume of thick acacia, standing in the rainy alleys of the south of the river silently waiting, waiting for your presence, looking forward to my intoxicating voice fascinated by your fluctuating vision, to keep you on the trail of uncertainty.
If there is a happiest day in the world, it must be the day when you come out from my layers and layers of poetry.
Holding your name, we walked out of the poetry and strolled together in the purple streets of the red dust. You can write poems, I write words, you play music, I sing, you play the piano, I dance lightly, poetic life is not like this, right?
The name of the poem as a note for our encounters, drying our poems on the mountains in the smoky south of the river, washing the aura in the verses with the clarity of the flowing water, so that all the beautiful dreams have blossomed at the fingertips.
The comfort of reciting a magnificent and alluring poem in space, that is integrated into the years of wasted time, combined with the verification of the time of the essence of the freshly baked. Splendid happiness in the clear sky in May floating into a poem, dazzling joy diffuse in the summer dream to radiate light.
Flesh and blood flow with thrilling trills, and the joy of releasing old grudges flows in the handwriting of a sunken seal. Close to your frank pulse, and the rhythm of the light, in the water of thoughts, love to sing.
In May, the pomegranate skirt flew, as light as a swallow, into the bottom of your eyes full of expectation.
In May, the pomegranate skirts, the face like a sunset, flying my heart will not change the smile.
Step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step. The first step is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what you're doing and how you're doing it.
A sound, a sound, a sound, a sound, a sound, a sound, a sound, a sound, a sound, a sound, a sound, a sound, a sound, a sound, a sound. The song, whether high or low, is full of euphemistic love and care.
Holding a light love, and singing and traveling, I do not know if I can reach your side as scheduled, carrying a heavy parting, and traveling and singing, eager to see the scenery of the heart as soon as possible.
A beautiful picture brings me infinite romantic reverie, if I can put on a pomegranate skirt, with the most bright posture in front of your eyes, it is not the most happy thing in this life?
"Dreaming of a water town" in the ear gently echoed, warm afternoon, with your expectations, immersed in the soft and gentle melody.
Holding the paddle tightly in your hand, you want to tie your name firmly to the bow of the boat. The surface of the undulating lake floating your name, that is my search, for you to get pined for, but always searching for the waiting for.
A cup of lonely music tea, in this May written full of lovesickness. Humming a song "Dreaming of the Water Country", looking for the exquisite young man on the shore in the song, looking for the familiar fluttering figure in the water waves.
In May, the pomegranate blossoms, love fruits. May, pomegranate skirt fly, dream come true. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
A sweet happiness full of flying pomegranate skirt, a red pomegranate skirt full of long-lost laughter.
Red flowers, red love, red poetry. Elegant, charming, impassioned, all the beautiful melody in the happy heart of the romantic cyclone.
We do not waste this life, we do not live up to each other, we do not forget the past. We look forward to the pomegranate flowers in May to bloom a brilliant chapter! We look forward to the pomegranate skirt in May to be able to sing the ideal song! We look forward to the summer of May to taste the happy music tea!