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If life is only like the first time to see, what is the matter? The winds of autumn sad painting fan, flat and oblique time, still waiting for this section of deep love, borrowing the wind of the season rely on my thoughts to pass to you. Autumn wind, love with, time cooking rain, light roll curtain, light hit the bottom of the heart of the stagecoach. Looking back, there is always a period of time, moistening the season's cool, a drop of tears, strewn as yesterday, blotting out the moistened memories, cut a section of sadness, research a pool of ink, written into the original model, the melody of sadness, lingering deep and shallow imprints, broken twisted with incense, dotted with this season's poetry.
The journey of life is long, do not seek to have more than ten thousand lights, only a quiet and simple heart, such as jade like caring for the warmth of the years. The life of the flavor of the need to be with a certain heart to read, not shocked, not disturbed, but in the quiet of the realization of a peace of mind. Time verdant and long, deep inside those green lush, layers and layers, such as vines spreading and growing, enough to ease the silence of the time. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need, and then you can get the services you need.
Still water flow year, containing incense charming, the heart of the Yao Tai, pheng song wantonly rise, a season of the wind whisking yesterday's stars, hazy curtain dream, dream language with incense, wind blowing flowers quiet speechless, the best time of life, you came, coinciding with the strangers blossomed, confused with the who of the clouds and wind clear. Remember that season of the golden autumn, Jiangnan smoke color, ink painting, like a beautiful landscape, solitude of the golden yellow, plump, pure beauty, in the wind flotsam over, sprinkled with a piece of sweet, wind light, if the dream, such as smoke, pouring the city ......
Walking under the moonlight, with a pious attitude of watchfulness, expect to be years and years, days and months with you! I'm not going to be able to do that. See meteors across the sky, the deep night sky conveys a romantic, good time, good company, thoughts of lips lingering in the ear, listen to the familiar language of the heart, you, has always been in the depths of my heart veins, never left, fondness and peace of warmth, you and I in this life to sing the only, but also this life in this world is the most beautiful legend.
The night is quiet and good, remembering a period of the past, a slowly unfolding picture of the first encounter, as if yesterday, is still so beautiful, true. In a song, savor the rhythm of the beautiful and sentimental, looking for the true story. In a love affair, the heart to experience the warmth and depth of emotions, for the heart to find a home. I hope that after many years, the unchanged is the scene of the people, the scene of love.
The scenery in the world, the beauty of the heart, the love of the constant, silent, the more apparent depth, since the beginning of not away. Jing Hengmei, from a good mood, heart to heart, happy to follow, beautiful everywhere, walking through the four seasons, the harvest is beautiful, experience is life, but also after years of a page of wonderful chapters. When two and two remember each other, the eyes read the most beautiful scenery. The deep love is gradually thick, one day and one night, rooted in the depths of the heart is the unchanging scenery, unchanging love!
The moonlight is flowing, the night wind is floating, the glazed color of the love in the fingertips dance, pen, poetry and loving. There is always a person who can brush away your inner impatience and ripple your clear heart wave. She is like an orchid, elegant and simple, not to compete with the flowers, quietly blooming its fragrance. That refreshing fragrance, tied to the ark of the heart, the heart is no longer drifting, sure and quiet. The years are shallow, quiet as this, do not ask for a life with a few stunning, but only for a simple pleasure. Mercy ink, cherish the word, the edge of the word into the heart, whose name, in the midnight fragrance? The first thing I want to do is to give a poem in the text, you are the tip of my pen, the long, long love. The depths of time, a glance at the gaze, will read each other's deep love.
Ideas follow each other, Acacia extradition, traction North and South side, the heart of the wandering, the beautiful scenery, more than with the soul of the heart to understand your deep that person to share, a life of the soulmate is difficult to find, if two people can reach the ideological and spiritual **** Ming, then convinced that the mood of the collateral is also very different from that of the crowd.
A person's life is long, there are always times when you forget the world of noise, only because of the love of each other, know the beauty of companionship. Life is like a source, clear and vivid, with the activation of the pulse of life, it will rise spiritually, murmuring flow into the distance, enjoy more scenery. True love has no deadline, but line to the depths of the fireworks, has become a habit, is an indispensable nutrient in the vein. The experience of that state of mind, only each other know, more like the evergreen plants, rooted deep in each other's hearts, never wither, those who have gone through the luxuriant luxuriant, are the bystanders can not read and understand the depth of love. Even if you have traveled all over the world, in the depths of the years, there is still a part of the love of one, in the heart of each other to wait.
There is always a margin in the world to replace the dust of all the encounters, that is the 'destiny', the days of living together, the record of laughter and tears, the tacit understanding between each other never need to make an appointment, and that joy from the heart of the true feelings of the flow, the eyes passed a deep love, only a glance can read each other. The depth of the heart pulls a attachment, invisible induction is the most beautiful between each other's rhinoceros. Emotions become deeper and deeper with the precipitation of time and light, the depth of water, quiet and silent, the depth of love, quiet and beautiful without words. The most beautiful emotion in life is better than: before the dream, the fine warmth of the aroma of the lips around the dream, the two hearts in love with the scenery according to the dream, outside the dream, the language of the heart with the soul pulling.
The other side of the time, silent waiting, wordless beauty in the quiet flow. Love is a flowing poem, eyes cast a favor, read is the heart of the joy, flowers dyeing fingers, poetry on the freckle is the heart of the idea. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones.
Listening to the wind all the way to the chant, the time in the green in the vigorous extension, the first time I saw the beauty, still clear and unhurt. The season, such as poetry and picturesque, pick a flower of the heart, light condensation Hanfang, the flow of years in the bottom of the eye slowly flow, miss, leisurely cloud. The water, the shore of the dream, a quiet as water, warm and moist a fragrant memory. Outside the window, Xiao flute a song, lovesickness up ......