Good people when the window strokes green, jade beads Qingyang song, string clothes together with the song all happy, less talk about widowed; gold and jade steps in front of the stand, dressed in red, whisking the sleeve hand, pipe kite Qi; spring wind blowing down floating worry, fog language fans want to break the strings, the show hand plucking, spring kite love song, love is thick, the love is stronger than the Qin poetry firm; green grass, flowers like the sea, the eyebrow condensation fog, the Yin grass withered and fell, the hand of the piano, a piece of kite into the ear, tell inexhaustible lovesickness. This shore and the other shore, a line is connected; my heart and your heart, a vein pull together. As long as there is fate, the end of the world is far away, will also meet; as long as there is love, get together again short, will also be attached to miss. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get a new one.
The red dust, love is boundless, the white of the dream, the heart is flawless, the warmth of the spring sunshine, how many souls brightly accompanied, there is a kind of touch, not from the wind and rain, but the shock of the heart. With a heart to perceive another heart, is the most beautiful meeting, the most real company. The heart that knows each other warms each other! Smoke and clouds dance with the wind, the rain falls on the new scenery, listen to the wind chant, the heart of the moon remains the same. The red dust is long, this love is long, a wisp of thought drunk half life. The thousand years of red dust destiny, hand in hand to tell the heart, pen and ink two companions, step song between the red dust. The time stretches on, true love forever. The world changes, tolerance forever. The world has changed, tolerance forever. Understand and sympathize, blessings forever. Thoughts, in the dream filled, the star's bright aura and the moon shadow sails between heaven and earth look back fondly. A song of red dust love, singing in the heart, such as the melody of the rhythm, if in the stirring notes of the song, flying over the mountains, flying over the grasslands, flying over the rivers, stay at your side. Silent evening, I harbor a strong longing, quietly guarded at one end of the screen, longing for your appearance ......
I waited in the light amber morning sun, gazing at the flattering light of the sunset, looking forward to the brilliant splendor of your career in the rising sun. Sunset, such as the flames of the evening sun, warmly look out to you, twilight, the moon is rising, rising a round of silver crescent moon, stars dotted, gathered in every warm and romantic night, regardless of the cape of the sky, the heart is at hand, the ghostly dream as if to see you in the red dust singing love song look, a song of the red dust love, chanting in the heart. I'm really happy to know you! Thank you for your companionship on the journey of life! I wish we cherish each other and spend every day happily!
Walking on the road of life, I am full of deep feelings, feel the sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty taste of life, I walk and cherish each time the fate of the meeting, red dust, flowers, red dust deep, lonely as flowers. The lotus flower quiet elegant delicate heart, lonely her full of sorrow and melancholy. Like the fragrance of the orchid's seclusion, as if the bamboo paths through the seclusion of the false heart fresh, as if the magnolia's purity and elegance, but also like the lotus as clean and elegant, the red dust of the love song, seems to be pouring out a world of love, in the murmur at the rendition of the thoughts and ideas of the feelings, thoughts of attachment in the daytime and twilight in the melodious. The love in the red dust in the ten thousand feet of passion, red dust in the sentimental who can penetrate? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots. Let that cool in the heart of the collection, the fate of each meeting happy, are in the memory of the brain back to play, through the red sinus green flower season, into the warmth of the sun, share the spring fragrance, step into the summer chest, enthusiastic sentiments by the abundant summer sunshine, shine your heart and mine, in the misty rainy south of the Yangtze River, I still want to shake a poem of the Tang Dynasty rhyme, to listen to the small bridge and flowing water family Qinghuan silk bamboo zither sound I would still like to shake the rhythm of a Tang poem to listen to the melodious sound of silk and bamboo zither in small bridges and rivers. Please play the jade flute to play the white walls and rainy alleys of the Jiangnan water town, please copper Xiao play the gentle sound of the spring river flowers and moonlit night, so that the gurgling of the brook, the ding dong of the spring and the red dust love song together with the echo in the green hills and green water place.
How would like to use the passionate feelings, interpretation of this season like water in the heart of the chanting, that chanting of the connotation of you and me in the heart of the matter of wandering alone. Any of the bones of the love, in this confused world, the only cause of loneliness. I would like to, in the years of the shore, soft like water. 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 can get your hands on some of the most popular ones.
Time as a shuttle, the years sped, a go no return, and as always, to the far side. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at this. I know, and you encounter, will disturb the dusty dream. Looking at the years, through your dust my eyes, whether your heart is still moored in my shore, hold a lake of blue water, pan a lake of nostalgia canoe, years of loneliness stranded, planted in the place of acacia, a water appendage, the remote fragrance. The red dust of that shy, such as a dream, such as poetry, such as song, if the dance in the depths of the red dust look back.
The warmth of the current year, such as obsession, such as drunkenness, such as smoke. The years have passed, but the memory is still lush: the time is old, but the red dust is still wonderful. Years like a beautiful book, recorded in the deep love, the intention of the cut, the love of a long time, the beauty of the gorgeous Jinhuan. Years like running water, line is also hurried, passing is also hurried. But the memory of a touch of light, but still gorgeous, still moist eyes.
The airy ink moon color, listen to the sound of the Brahma sound. Thinking of the end of the world, pillow waves, step on the tip of the wave, accompanied by seagulls, Phi rainbow, enjoy the evening sun, the cape, look at the world, hand in hand, snuggle up, shear the sun, weaving brocade, shoulder to shoulder, *** window moon, shine the mind, listen to the sound of the music of the heavens, look at the moon shadow sails, carrying unlimited thoughts, write a piece of the encounter with the chapter of spring, pulling a long, leisurely my heart, a long, leisurely my thought of the dream of the spring, looking forward to the heavenly gift of the good time, holding the heart of the blood of the blood of the people, silently abide by each other. Warm spectrum of text meandering, Lin twilight wind, look at the moon, let ** spray painting spring traces of the heart. Shu pillow contemplation, the warmth of the fragrance of the moon bright, lying a lifetime of attachment, pull a hairpin thoughts, dip the pen in the years of remote look at the autumn waves, play the strings of the green hills of the ancient scrolls, remembering the heart chanting the vicissitudes of the late twilight, meet the heart of the sea of love in the spring, listen to a song of red dust love, chanting in the heart, it is moisturizing the heart of the celestial music, play the longing for the future want to go.
The depths of the red dust, the flow of the years tell you the warmth of my heart, holding the pen sent by the God of the years, poetry rhyme in the heart of the most elegant mood, and the lotus in the lotus pond moonlight singing together, the stranger's roses and the pond of the lotus in the season on the other side, intermingled with each other, each fluttering flotsam, blooming in the red dust, the bees and butterflies through the back of willow in the dance of the latest drunken dance is to be accompanied by a song of love. Red dust love song, in your heart and mine continue to sing 。。。。。
By: Autumn Cheng