(a) Time is quiet and good ink rhyme incense
Time is quiet and good, the years are like poetry, point ink fragrance, warm and poignant, watch the years, passing Chinese years, faint sadness; erase the contemplation, pen and ink poetry, poetic flourish brocade, step on the song and line, and walk and line, shape like a warm wind
I like to think in their own world, quietly guarding the feelings of calm, like to browse a paragraph of fresh text, wandering in a forest of words; also like to browse a section of fresh text, in a forest of words, and in a forest of words. I like to browse a fresh text, wandering in the forest of words; also like to silently viewing a painting, quietly listening to listen to a piece of light music, intoxicated by it, leisurely fine connotation!
I low-eyed wandering between the lines, the fragrance of ink and pen, lightly sprinkled, with the aroma of this rippling, gently through the creek, the spring seems to be chanting, rocking up to the clouds to walk with the clouds, with the white clouds floating, enjoy the prosperity of all things, laughing at the Guan Miles of rivers and mountains; I am in the fragrant fragrance of the text to travel, the city of the beautiful and wonderful, taste of the word of the loneliness and the beauty of the world, to see the red dust ferrying, so that the deepest dreams in the soul of the ages to The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money.
When I was silent in the text, the heart of the child sometimes happy, sometimes sad, but also lonesome feelings, but also bright and cheerful; or gentle stirring, the dawn fog first dipped in the peach blossom rain, Ying Ying shy Run flowers. Poetry clear, life singing, the heart spring watering pistil, a warm and fragrant, the heart of the sea ripples light waves, poetry and picturesque Yi feelings; or deep love ink pen poetry shallow, painting is difficult to depict the Junqing, thoughts flying condensed into a volume, the most colorful into the painting dust.
Some people say that they like words is lonely, lonely sentimental, melancholy, there is a feeling, is silent and lonely, alone, silent to give, regardless of gain or loss. I like words, like her mellow fragrance, like her elegance. I taste the words alone, the moonlight is bright, reflecting. There must be you searching for my clear light, your eyes, flickering in the middle of it, alone and lonely, elegant and serene.
I like the beauty of the painting, painting attracted people into the country, the scenery, such as in front of the character portraits, vivid, a smile, in front of the eyes, the soul of the paintings, reverie, dream with the heart, the soul of the light fly, birds singing streams, paintings and poems to write, happy in the middle of the Jiangnan rain and smog, as if in front of us: rain and smoke, the green color of the waves, the dawn fog, the haze of the poetry of the soft.
Beautiful scenery, such as poetry like a dream, drunkenly watching the rain and smoke, the breeze in the free thinking, the drizzle between the lingering. The smoke and mist, the passing of the water years. Like a dream of fine rain point flower red, umbrella bloom flowers countless, green tender bamboo drops clear dew, rain under the stone scattered thoughts, elegant and quiet, white as snow.
The splendor of the world, because every note of life undulating jump. The flower of life, in quietly blooming beautiful, symbolizing the beauty and splendor!
The happiness of life, because the joy is fused in the music, the soul floats in the clouds, singing and dancing, and the remote escape is glorious!
Time still good ink rhyme fragrance, with a paragraph of text, express beautiful feelings, sprinkle hope and good seeds, with sincerity to watch over the happy time!
(2) Time is beautiful, beautiful poetry and beautiful dreams, are gorgeous.
Time is like a poem, on the road of life, there are smooth, there are ups and downs, there is laughter, there is sadness, there is glory, there is sadness. All kinds of feelings of the meridian wheel, written all over the face of life. On the stage of life, we are all performing different roles, are treasured or fragrant, or bitter memories. Into the memory of spring, re-awakening the heart of the dust has long been touched, to regain those who have warmed our hearts light story ......
People and people know each other, is a beautiful start, slowly contact, each other's hearts, silent dependence, intermingled together. With a lifetime of moving, to write an immortal poem of love.
The sky is still blue, white clouds floating in the blue sky, soft wind, blowing in the face, like a young girl's white veil, giving a warm feeling. In the distance, the green hills and white clouds are rolling, like an ink painting, spectacular and beautiful!
The autumn night is as cool as water, and the moonlight is as white as silver. The light wind is blowing, spreading the fragrance of the earth after the harvest, the flowers are warm and pleasant. The night is full of color, and the moon is hanging over the curtains. Aman veil gently appearing and disappearing, melodious melody ringing in the ears, the beautiful face smiling sweetly. Let thoughts grow in the heart, let dance in the universe. The past as smoke, scattered dust; Fangfei matters of the heart, full of heart.
Thinking of you, tears of condensation into Acacia rain, sadness into a poem of bleak. The first thing you need to do is to look back and see what you're looking for, and then you'll be able to see what you're looking for. 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 lightness of the appendage, thoughts overflowing in front of the gentleman. But the parting intention, a word of surprise in the current year. I'm not going to be able to get the best out of you, but I'm going to be able to get the best out of you!
For you, it has become a poem. I embraced the ink and fragrance of a thousand strands of silk given to the vegetarian chanting, fragrance with the wind soft send, sprinkle light bloom rolled before you. 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 do that. The heart has a spiritual chanting poetry, point ink into the fragrance of love leisurely. Will be fluttering lines of poetry, buried in the heart of the sea, silent poetry, alone fragrance
Like a taste of fragrant tea, tea diffused in the dust, light thoughts in the indistinct moonlight disorientation, absolutely beautiful gentle chrysanthemum fluttering aroma scattered, gently drunk in the flowers, drunk in the poetic, drunk in the faraway as separated from the world in the heart of your heart!
In the evening wind, my long hair accompanied by fluttering, pieces of flying flowers, falling fragrance into song. Tonight, you, light dance, distant clouds, sailing in the heart of the sea, the gentle waves of the heart, ripples into a poem, many overflowing lotus, embellished with my poetry like a dream of the sea of the heart, sail away
Gazing at the hazy moonlight, the night in the late autumn composed a song of autumn rhyme, lavender drunkenness, aroma overflowing; at this time, I just want to romance fly like a butterfly, in the air of your heart fluttering like a poem, the elegance of the flying poplar.
The hazy moonlight, the secret love, melting night appendage. When the edge comes, such as a clear babbling brook, into the silence of the heart of the flower; the edge of the time, I stood there alone at a loss; the heart in the if that is to be separated from the confusion in the search for, at this time the state of mind is as quiet as the water, the heart of the flower rosy sweet into a poem.
Gazing at the moonlight of the autumn garden, intoxicated by the music of poetry, floating on the shore of your swirling heart; even if you are at the end of the world, you still feel your affectionate look away.
Time has been sweet into a poem, in front of the window in the moonlight, in the elegant night; untainted dust on the tip of the pen, ink into incense, cultivating a clean land, planting a piece of fragrance, any watery moon, harvest a curtain of fragrant dreams; let happiness come quietly, so that the sea of the ripples of the heart, the heart on the heart of the flowers in full bloom, a piece of the fragrance of the overflow of the light
(C) time overflowing fragrance of the flow of time
(C) time overflowing fragrance
(C) time overflowing fragrance
The years like water, the light has no trace. The book is smoky, the ink is fragrant and the soul of the poem is swung. 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 tea is so refreshing, and the scrolls are so elegant that it is easy to pass them on. It's hard to get back to your old age, so don't sigh so lightly! The clouds are drifting, the wind and rain are coming, the wind is dashing, the jade tree is facing the wind. The years of China seem to flow faintly and far away, and the years of time are full of fragrance. The life of a dream is a long time, cherish this day and laugh at the review.
Time, years, vague fragrance. The cool night color, thoughts mottled, a thought is forever, a thought is goodbye forever! Walking in the time of the flow of years, light guard soul of the embankment, the flow of years, light viewing, light smile, light, walk alone to the end of the world, the dust settles, laugh at the old prosperity. The heart of the broken thoughts, the heart of the matter spread, entangled in the heart of the knot.
The clock is ticking, lonely contemplation. Gentle, quiet, the night makes people become warm, wise and serene. The ending falls, the feeling is reborn, calm and serene, serenity to the distant. The earthly world is filled with the fragrance of the flora, percolating into the lungs of the aroma, chanting the lines of poetry, gentle to stay in the text of the fragrance. The depths of the red dust, wisps of ink, vaguely fragrant.
Light Shu loneliness, light description of life, the depths of the heart of the fragrance, cloudy days, sit and watch the clouds rise, light look at the clouds roll clouds Shu feelings.
Floral face and jade appearance will end up aging, rain diffuse pear flower jade butterfly fly, the heart transcends, the fee of thought, gaze to appreciate, diffuse Tingfang, plain paper surplus time years of fragrance, drift away from the sadness, the poem Yi feelings, spreading the ink fragrance, the flow of time, lightly Shu Su volume, drop the ink fragrance!
Ancient people do poetry with paper, a paper fragrance overflow of the years, stained with faint traces of Fang, elegant and quiet, through the years in the cycle, the eyebrow for whom to depict, tears for whom to pour?
Even though the flowers dance in the red dust, the butterfly lodged in the autumn spring. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what is going on in your life and what is going on in yours. The sky is far-reaching, the clouds are long, the mountains are green, in the foggy morning, layers of green rhyme spread all over the world, the ultimate beauty, in the wind blowing, the flower light fragrance, time flow years, sprinkled with light fragrance.
Where in life do we not meet? The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the other side of the fence. The past is gone with the wind, worry remember the first acquaintance, stroll between, the flower has fallen.
Once in a while, we meet, the falling flowers fly, the roadside lilac fragrance, in this wonderful season, memories overflowing, gently waved the memory, that the beginning of the acquaintance, you are handsome, I am charming, the passing of the years, still fragrant.
The past memories, such as the falling flowers, overflowing with fragrance; time flow years, fragrance of a season of tenderness. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get the best out of me, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get the best out of me, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get the best out of me!
You such as a snowflake with the wind, gently drifting into my dreams, I sweetly sleep in your heart, you dashing and flowing, look at each other with deep affection, I really hope that with you hand in hand with the flow of years *** intoxicated, *** degree of life of the morning and evening.
Streaming young passed away, acacia carved bone, although the beauty of the fireworks, the falling flowers floating place, flowing water without trace, the prosperity of the end, euphemistic once the beauty of the ink Fang Liusu volume of the fragrance, the flow of the years of the flotsam lightly floating, the fall of Ying colorful. Looking for the most beautiful bloom in life, water and clouds to meet, interpretation of the elegance of the music, ultimately can not cover the heart of the sadness of the flow of clouds lightly hold my thoughts, full of desolation where to speak, a paper of sadness for whom to pour?
Permit me to Fanghua, a world of indifference, silent sadness wandering, this encounter, in the most beautiful season surplus faint fragrance. Once the tenderness, once the vow, in the twinkling of an eye cloud smoke drifting away, each other's emotions, echoing in the heart, interpretation of the absolute beauty of love! The time flow year surplus fragrance.
Once convinced that the vow, the moon curtains hanging lightly, hazy with my thoughts such as wings, stars such as bright eyes look forward to, the wind whisked my dress light dance, a fingertip perfume, Shu scroll writing, the text of love. The blossoming of the flowers into a poem line, around the finger with incense.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, such as the moment of poetry, the past has been hazy into a curtain dream, intoxicated by the tenderness of the lightness of roaming through the mind; in the sea of the heart light ripples, there are thoughts echoing. A piece of paper, reciting the romance between water and clouds, to the traces of the years lightly clad in a rainbow such as the diffuse veil, giving a chic beauty!
Water like years, dyeing fingers condensed fragrance, inexhaustible rhyme, heart strings play softly chanting, turning eyes like clouds and smoke. Laughing at the blossoms and flowers, all the sadness and happiness, interpretation of countless stories. The insistence on warmth, the unchanging vow, a lifetime of waiting. A paper scroll, whispering and singing, fragrant text, recorded the time flow of the fragrance of the years!
Silently strolling in the red dust, recalling the years that have passed by, light feelings, quiet meditation. Still, warm a touch of heart, years of condensation vegetarian volume light Shu writing, time flow young bloom fragrance. For the fanghua, for life, for youth, for the future, light song and dance, playing the flute melodious, charming into words, sweet in the years!