Quiet night, not as much as murmuring, solo whispering, and moonlight invitation, hosting heart language. Everything is asleep, the heart alone awake, the warmth of the watchful eye, silent thoughts and, the heart is brilliant as flowers. Gaze into the depths of the night, the darkness of the eyes, bending the missing veiled moon, the moon ushered in your smiling face string moon. The light of the meeting, a touch of gentle soft warmth, sliding down a wisp of soft vouching for the fragrance, touching and quiet trembling, like dark surplus incense, quietly moistened line in the heart, so that the instinct to resist the temptation to relax the preoccupation with the sense of smell, can not help but sucking a sucking, like tasting the years of black tea, silky smooth through the immersion in the heart of a catering, swallowed and moist Qingxi tea in the time to cook the rain of the fragrance.
The domain of the night, multiplied by the warmth of emotions, so that a good, lazy, curled up in the arms, spoiling thousands of feelings in the heart, quietly told, pain in the heart of a thousand strands, silently endowed with the Zen heart of the soft, entwined with the fragrance of the depth of the love of the paragraph. If the quiet time, you can cover the wind and rain, bring a bath of sunshine, no longer feel lonely cold wind cool, painting towering into the mountains; if the quiet time, a large body of water, clear a true love, the heart of the glycol moisturizing, no longer cold in loneliness, the painting of running water far and wide; if the clear water reflecting the shadow of the mountain, static water flows deep, well together, deep love like the high mountains and flowing water to know, night and day, such as that the running clouds and flowing water follow each other ** ** ** enjoy the far sky a color, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn and winter ** enjoy the far sky a color, autumn color is also brilliant as the Xia, life gives flowery years.
The depth of the night, not as deep as you into the depth of my eyes, the sky is boundless, not as deep as you into my heart thoughts, the bed in front of the moonlight, not as deep as you into the murmurings of my heart, the only thing that you just words, you can make the night soul-sucking, pacify my dreams, the heart melt in the moonlight. Moonlit night, bed bright moonlight, see you light and down, you smile, that quiet good, the heart can not be banned, want to give a slight favor to stroke, but scared the clear shadow, the heart bleak. Silent color, dark night sleep smile, listen to you murmur in the wind, the wind softly said, that quiet good, pain in the heart eloquent, drop a sleeve under the clothes of the embrace, but alarmed by the ghost of the complaint, the heart of the gods hurt. That thick thoughts, can not stay shallow joy, disturbed the quiet beauty of the moonlight shadow, the heart stays in the blank night sky, can only miss the fragrance left in the dream. The tenderness of the moon, can not adjust the intoxication of the bright heart, the depths of the night, can not fish up the heart of the quiet, the time of the dance, do not drive the hands of the residual fragrance, quiet and quiet, silent and infinite, the night is smooth, the color of the devil, the flowers are not as good as the wind and the moon when it is just right to think of you, walking clouds to find a hometown trace.
Tonight trip, the breeze has been towards the far depths of the call, the night touch of the smile, stirring up infinite waves, no matter how far the line, the heart has been running on the road, the heart has been crossing this mountain, this water, this cloud mountain clear moon ...... Waiting for the dark, the fireworks will not be too perfect, guarding the morning, the sunrise will not listen to greetings. Cloud's hometown, walking the sky, never met, never set foot on the footprints; cloud's hometown, far away from the end of the world, déjà vu, in the dream hazy see; cloud's hometown, drops of ink into a painting, low brow condensation incense, curls floating to the hometown. Longing for the cloud smoke, into a wisp of lonely smoke of sadness, earnest thoughts, funneling poignant sadness of the poem, beautiful love affair, scattered the petals of the night, meet the sparkling, reflecting the flowers under the heart of the oath, the trip to look at each other from afar, rouge tear stains eyes thought condensed eyebrows, the end of the world is difficult to tell a world of sadness, haggard journey face. A cage of hazy moonlight, salvage the hazy sentiment, in the flow of light dancing with the flutter, the wind and the moon is the most beautiful time.
A person's miss, sleep in the heart of the eyebrow into a smile, green and so on the sunrise smile, even if the heart fell into the dust, the light of a smile, dissolved in the moonlight, diarrhea night warmth, send a distant tie, dark night still have a pair of bright eyes, can penetrate this quiet night. Landscape thousands, ten thousand kinds of style, if sincere, please cherish the edge, in the silence and quiet, *** see the sun and moon, *** listen to the gurgling springs, wind and flowers, snow and moon is just a cloud between the fingers, the silence of the color of the quiet and joyful calm, is the season of spring, a touch of green in the landscape, hiding the fragrance of the quiet night.
Twisting fingers soft incense, floating petals light know, time is quiet, falling petals rain of hazy longing, light wind does not narrate the parting, flowers bloom in all seasons are fragrant, spring time does not understand the style, why love the spring flowers, affectionate, autumn color is quiet and beautiful, safe and warm years of fragrance, the scenery is infinite. The triumph of the spring, why worry about no spring, if good, is the memory of the spring, if in, is the warmth of the bright. The lintel side, the shadow of the sun, the green vine spreads the lushness of the acacia, the wind came, close to the caress, after the rain, intimate with the dewdrops, the snow, solidified the deep love, the equinoxes, splendid blossoms, you're in, the fragrance of the season, you go, keep watch over the quiet beauty, that's the happiness of the faraway places, hiding in the light of the smile.
Smiling eyes, want a wisteria garden, with its vines as a swing, in the swing to the wind. The trailing vines close to the hair, that is the ear of a thousand strands of heart. The world's scenery is like a picture, even if you step on thousands of mountains and rivers, it is difficult to collect the heart. Dawn and dusk, I have been looking for a thousand mountains, looking forward to, turning over the Tang poetry and Song lyrics, déjà vu, but trekking through ten thousand waters. The quiet years, just when you are, sweet smile, fell into the gap between the fingers, the heart of a hundred turns in the dye fingertips soft. The heart fell into the dust, by the quiet soft rendering, and then difficult to rest assured that the dust, through the fingertip gap, reproduced a tree blossom time.
The quiet branches, hibernation magnolia, enjoy the seasonal scenery in the fragrance at ease, sunshine and rain in the murmur of happiness. Shake a reed light, in the blue water microwave wind swings, chasing a dragonfly water ripples of joy, to stay in the pool of the fluttering tenderness. The quiet time, moss all over the cliffs, for the clouds to lead the bright spring. In the far reaches of the traveling clouds, the scent of flowers squeezed in from the closed doorway, softly curled up in the heart of the case, catering to the foolishness of the heart. Spring on the bright, blue sea clouds, far away in the extreme, close to the soft moss, whispering over the wind's ebullience. You are my heart swaying light, can not touch, you are my palm on the beads of sand like a cloud, burning love pain caress, only to receive you into the birth of a summer flower flower workshop to.
The thoughts of the day and night, in the season, to make a wisteria garden, the fragrance of love, curling a mind swing, splash of ink emotional know how, flying together in the joy of time, the tenderness of love, weaving green silk ten thousand strands of sentiment, the gentle wind, passing the heart's love, eyes smile for vine branches and leaves flowers, with a world of love, is the intoxicating beauty of the garden. A river, not as long as the thoughts, a curtain moon, can not solve the dream of the heart. The sky is far away, the water is far less than the soul of the heart, the night is deep, the moonlight can not cover the heart of love. The quiet is the clear joy of the rhinoceros, shaking shadow is the induction of the tremor, willow and blue water know, ripples is the flavor of the water and the moon poke heart smile.
Symposium charming love, alone in the spring when I think of the Raccoon Pond, silent painting thousands, the heart of the sound of trembling into the Peach Orchard. Seasonal trekking, the wind broken step diffuse clouds of the flower corridor, a curtain dream fluttering under the peach branch, which crossed the past life of the waiting, flowers under the coil knot the root of the love, the wind and frost urged to deepen the trunk of the ` scar, the heart of the pink Yan a piece of the sky, know the buds of the silent murmur, gentle smile buds to be released, the shallow low complaint in the wisps of Ruixiang, the love of the deep and long in the lingering forgetfulness, the love of the late autumn time flew by, the low eyebrow between the search for a dream of a dream beyond the paradise. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the best products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the best products and services in the world.
The distant quiet, in my heart, the distant landscape, melting your smile, in the distant mountains of the blue water lakes, semi-hidden mountain peach blossom, I do not know the boat on the clouds curled incense quiet, but see thatched roof, window branches on the peach blossom appendage of the mind, cloud flying miles, but can not be parted from not demonic not charming sentiments. Far away from the mountains, spring is thick, smoke and rain at large, laughter surplus. Hidden mountain bamboo hut, spring sorrow condensation dew, peach blossom dark fragrance escape. Time is quiet, jade pot light turn, born as summer flowers. A leaf boat, such as the ferry of spring rain, under the lamp ò flower. With the love, with the dream, quietly guarding the peach country blue water, put the bright and elegant, light dance neon warmth, pick up the time leaf veins, depicting the true feelings, to be the autumn frost, picking the red maple decorated with distant mountains.
A river of blue water, the exhibition of gentle waves, the spring breeze cuts open the ripples of the river, the petals fall, it is the shore of the shy flower fragrance. Lakeside Yanhong, in the scent of the smile drunk, that petal rain drifted into the other side of the stream, but ripples of the heart of the lake on this shore, playful and happy, painting the clouds, Yat animation beautiful floating around, that is the heart of the smoke and clouds, curling petals soft lingering. A shore of meditation, but the spring wave pass Yaochi the other side of the know.
Pan a leaf light boat, flower river wave shadow, in the water, waiting for a person to see the beauty of the depths of the clouds and smoke, plainly *** words mulberry outlet. Do a leaf of duckweed, floating in the heart of the lake, in the depths of the lotus, will be the heart of the fine tell Iren, light wind whisk lotus dusty tired face, dewdrops gurgling leaf veins in the soft, dipped in the lotus heart of the deep love of the fragrance of the entanglement of the dance of the season of swaying winds and the drops of limpid dew of the love, drunken flowers, swings up the ripples, the wind under the drooling velvet love of the duckweed. Moonlight in the duckweed, licked cooked red beans love, a light boat paddle, heard the evening singing of the waves, Lotus splendor, quietly waiting for the warmth of the buds, the brook gurgling willing to wait together to ride the waves, looking forward to the tide of time. You are the most beautiful gift of my life, I am the drunken beauty of your meeting in this life.
The lotus pond moonlight, blue water, swaying smoke and rain Jiangnan spring dream, clear heart such as lotus, like the summer flowers of the quiet fragrance. Kneeling in front of the Buddha's lotus heart, incineration of the red dust of the past smoke cloud, the heart curls into incense, watching the smoke cloud dense quiet, such as the Buddha sitting quietly in front of the green lotus, incineration! I would like to do, a drop of crystal dew on the lotus, Yunhan, such as glazed sentiment, not stained with dust. Missing up, slightly trembling soul, shaking the dewdrops of pain, a drop of rain, soft warmth of the lotus laughter, drunken heart, lakeside rippling Pingshui meet, willow as smoke, wind sound volume, swept the blue water of autumn waves.
The most beautiful scenery in the world is not in the distance, in the heart, like the poetic haze of the Jiangnan rain, such as walking in the Tang wind and Song lyrics in the poignant, the heart inside the tenderness. If, let the heart rejoice, let the heart fly, then let the fingers soft under the sound and emotion, splendidly accompanied by the heart together, that is the colorful clouds with the seagulls of the beautiful. Clouds, into the flying seagulls, reflecting back to the hometown of the happy, seagulls beat the sky wings, write with the life of the forward thinking far, the seagulls than the wings to fly, colorful and colorful far a care. If you enter my clouds, thousands of flavors are a beautiful, happy you have a safe journey, is my smile in the clouds, so add a happy face. Walking on the street, often stop to look up at the sky, where there is a cloud of gaze and watch. Quiet heart, and you quietly guard, so that the years in the quiet in the peace and quiet, good cherish, good pain, quiet Hou a heart of peace and warmth, quiet companion together with the good times. The merciless is not light, heart if warm, in the light of the pulse are alive and beautiful.
If the years to stay white ruthless, why bother with the heart of the leaf veins to depict the true feelings, if the heart is warm, the years are quiet, time are April days on earth. April days on earth, perhaps the literati, the world outside the paradise, the heart just want to be in the emotional city in the sky, lazily close your eyes, silent enjoyment, your well-being, is my happiness, your well-being, is my hold on the family, if you follow, thoughts in the knot concentricity, know how to know in the knot counterparts, if you do not give up, I would like to be away, the years are quiet, I wish to wish for the heart of the favorite, not to be separated from each other.
Your world is clear, such as the mountain stream, clear and quiet beauty, the original field of simplicity, pure and sweet, like the quiet wind warm heart. The spring breeze is less than a murmur; love is echoing and murmuring. Quietly, the wind and tree embrace, snowflakes melt in the eyes, low brow drunken heart, this time no sound is better than sound. Love, echoing in the spring. Happiness is a kind of sharing, a kind of heart embrace, is a blooming smile together, such as the birth of summer flowers like brilliant, if you can give you a quiet, a clear joy, as long as you rejoice, would like to bring to that murmuring grass and trees to watch over the peace and quiet, if you are really rejoicing, come for the joy, I will be waiting for you to rejoice, to stay in the breeze in the fragrance of the tree peaches, quiet and quiet and keep watch over the quiet and beautiful years, in the mirror of the water, mountains and lakes, to droop for you in the willow of the poem. In this mirror water mountain lake, for you to hang down the willow poem, under the charm of the clouds and mountains, for you to float up the fragrance of the sea of flowers.
The ghostly heart, not heard, not seen, smelled the fragrance early. Sentiment of the fragrant grass, all the way to spring, crossing the burning of the moment of flame, burnt charcoal into ink under the traces, radiantly born as a beautiful halo of summer flowers. Quiet, the heart hides in the back of the smoke and rain, secluded line; quiet enlightenment, in the bodhi soul bloom, cultivation; quiet heart, sitting on the life of the smile to the warmth, Zen line. Silence, to the heart of the low eyebrows of the micro-lan, born as summer flowers know, curl a flower fragrance, forward. A drop of rain, although it can not give a world, but can open a window of the heart, a drop of rain, can not let the tree grow up, but can make the seedling spitting germination, a drop of rain, can not hold the heavy emotions, but can see the clarity, a drop of rain, around the direction of the fall, but can affect the fate of the home, a drop of rain, melting in the eyebrow of the eyes, but can moisturize the world of the eyes. If a drop of rain, like a heart drifting through the laughter or flowers, with the knowledge to understand the true feelings, even if brief, but also born as summer flowers like ink scroll.
The scroll is hidden in the scroll, only for one person to show his face, pen and ink hooked delicate love, only you rendered into a painting. The first thing you need to do is to find a way to get the best out of your life, and you'll be able to do it in a way that's easy for you. The scenery of the world is like a painting, even if you step on thousands of mountains and waters, it is difficult to collect the heart. The whole world is like a painting, even if you have traveled all over the world, it's hard to gather your mind. The quiet years, just when you are, sweet smile, fell into the gap between the fingers, the heart of a hundred turns in the dye fingertips soft. Dust into the heart, by the quiet soft rendering, and then difficult to rest assured that the dust, through the fingertip gap, reproduced a tree blossom time. The white scroll, the gentle creation of words and phrases, dyeing out the finger gap soft, just waiting for a person in the above, splash ink into their favorite model.
The world of cold and warm, misty rain, point green stained the shore of the water Mekong, can not see the spring of love. The idea is that you can see the willow thickly, and you can meet the wind and rain of the Tang Dynasty from a distance. Even if the time is old, under the eyebrow of the heart of a place to spread a long, autumn on listening to the birds murmur, sound asleep hair warm over the delicate fingers soft, that is, spring on the perch of happiness, staring at the life of the realm of beauty. Clouds watch over the quiet good, the sky ushered in happiness, clouds stained into a haze, smiling face drenched in sweetness, clouds rained, stretched thoughts drifting down, clouds condensed snowflakes, crystal Ying met Yangchun.
I don't know, when the snow has come, don't know when it will go, from that time when I first saw the snow fall, seemingly never leave, and then come back, but it is just the drunken beauty of the psalms of Gloria. Snow has long been the cloud of poetry, is the cloud of the elves, the cloud is but for the run to a wind and flowers, cloud show clouds and has been traveling clouds. Cloud over the four seasons, have seen the flowers, brilliant not to the true feelings, but also cloud smoke, a good quiet heart, but the snow eyes, *** listen to the breath, the exhibition of cloud skilful drifting snow poetry flower. Row cloud four seasons of the chase, but is waiting for the arrival of snow, snowflakes of charming eyes capricorn obsessed with spring, snow flurries, but Ru smell incense, will be the spring color newspaper, spring feel under the line of clouds. Clouds warm, bring a sunshine, clouds soft wave, leaving a ray of moonlight, strangers blossom, is remembered smile, tree shadow wind sound, is murmured chase. Don't let miss too long, the fragile heart is afraid of broken, don't let miss too long, grinding ink is afraid of drying up, when the snowy winter again, realize that tight that wisp of fragrance, in the quiet of the years, warp the heart of the eternal poetry.
Treading in spring, pick up that piece of snowflake memory, drifting down, just the gesture of true love, in the fragrance, so that the heart to find the joy of the years, a joy, disc in the old tree white hair flower branches, obsessed with falling into the veins of the autumn color. A few more love, smoke haloed open wisps of curling up, but in the thin coolness of the Qingzheng, scattered a snow trail, the season would have been in the rotation, the wind goes to stay, everything as it is. A snow, the terrible is not the depth of the traces underfoot, but the season changes, the snow melted, early disappeared at the beginning of the shadow, but still remain in the memory of remembrance, the passing of time, still as a beautiful vision. Years, since we have come to the bright spring, why go to the martyrdom of the cold winter, the edge of the edge of the edge of the fall, with the flowers to come back.
The quiet, can hear each other's voices; heart clear, can see the true nature of all things; heart if not moving, the wind and how. Wind over, do not ask to stay for a long time, clouds over, do not love the beauty of the green hills, if you have come, if you rock lightly, the micro-lanes heard in the sound, the wind moved in the face, who said that there was no attachment, that far away from the departure, but left a deep love of the dream shadow, perhaps far away, perhaps not far away. A person's happiness, into the heart of the mind, a leaf in the branches of the idea of fluttering ......
In a flower bloom time to meet, from now on is the quiet beauty of the flowers, may this life this intoxicated flowers. The years are quiet, do not tell the parting, only tell the love, time is easy to pass, do not worry about the distant, the heart lives in the string moon, strangers bloom, do not sigh the flowers fall, fingers around the soft between, the fragrance lingering, quiet time, accompanied by you is really good, I just want to be intoxicated with you in the time, to enjoy the flowers, enjoy the moon and the landscape, do not tell the parting. I am afraid that I am afraid of drunkenness of the quiet years, but then I can not find the favor of the heart, the heart into death, love into a disease, only cut the idea, endowed with the heart of the heart, often warm warmth, I wish that the time, there are quiet flowers, there are flowers under the quiet beauty, there are flowers and the moon is full, and that wonderful city, how can it be mottled with the old age. If the twilight remains, the moon shine clear window, into the embrace of three thousand field, do not say that the death.
The years are quiet, climbed on the bright moonlight peaks, light wind whisking sleeves under the love of the micro-flutter, slowly walked hand in hand, a diarrhea of a thousand miles away from the favor, the wind heard? Did the night penetrate? You know, the heart came to the smile, lived in the eyes, secretly hiding in the moonlight want you. The moonlight is bright, scattered thoughts of beautiful white light, that is the world's softest into the heart of the light, just like the text soft into the heart, into the bone. The moonlight of the gallery, painting not all the edges of the acacia, the fragrance of flowers, incense is not as far as the distant love, the ink color of the text, can not write the soft crisp, the pale night, the heart of the curling smoke, climbed on the moonlight to find the dreamer, painting a round of the moon, in the arms of love peacefully, inviting into the dream. If you miss, it so happens that there is your moonlight reflecting the figure, line and shadow, the years are quiet, online a thought. If you think about it, do not let the heart drop line too long, remember to wait on the heart on the line, that stealthy acacia early hanging network.
If you know, in and out, a longing has been there, if the hidden night, quietly waiting for a heart to tell each other, if the dew light, such as the love of the blink of an eye to guide the heart road. Love in the heart, see and not see, the smile is still in the eyes, pulling the favor climbed up to the heart. There is a kind of longing in the eyebrow, light smile, not pouring the city not pouring the country, just for a warmth in the world. If the true love, obsessive embroidery love brocade, if love, love deep charming with the heart, if the gift, the maple love dyeing red sunset, so that the heart with the love drifting away. The night is deepening, thick acacia, red lanterns hanging, looking for the missing, holiday reunion, the only missing one, I do not know how you are? You can know this night, the heart quietly waiting, waiting for the light smile, waiting for the tenderness of the moon, waiting for the murmur after the clamor. Outside the sound of firecrackers, is saying goodbye to the old year, the heart slipped out of loneliness, looking out from the eaves, in the farewell hope to meet, waiting for a quiet time tonight. The dream of the ferry, the wind and water, the gentle scent of flowers, if your arrival, with murmurs to cook a pot of moonlight, and you drink slowly.
The wind rises, swept through the happy soft, deep night, dipped in the fragrance of happiness, sleeping peacefully, chasing a heart to come, clear and happy for a person, the sun is warm, the years are peaceful. The sunshine sleep quiet laughter, warmth in the lingering heart trill, love flute to bring the blessing of warmth, unchanged years written in the heart of the bone, the sunshine smile pure warmth, as in the text with warm breath , in the warmth, if you give a peace of mind, if you give a clear and joyful softness, shulang out of the heart of the joy that there must be each other's hearts know where there is a serene call of the distant mountains, with each other *** with the feelings, the natural fall of the heart of the pass! The feeling of the natural fall of the heart of the spirit of the free flow.
Years of this usual, why seek perfection, shallow time, everywhere are landscapes, the only people who know how to win the quiet quiet, just want to be quiet and love to watch over the years, to bring you life as a summer flower of the splendid time. On the lintel of the years, there is the companionship of the night and day, the natural warmth. I would like to hide in the warmth of the light, sunshine, smell flowers, face consistently smile bloom. A tree of spring flowers, branches in the window of the eyebrow smile, buds are slightly exposed. Quiet time, I wish this flower branch, containing incense, dissolved in the eyes, accompanied by the heart to walk with the end of the world, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, consistently hanging in the years in front of the window, so that a person is skillful and quiet in the smell of incense intoxicated.
There is a kind of understanding, the first time you see like acquaintance in the dream, the first language like a confidant reunion, there is a kind of murmur, such as in the conversation with another self, heaven and earth apart, but into the heart, warm feelings, touching the soul, and hard to give up, accustomed to silence, waiting for a person to come. Every time you come, full of warmth, spring flowers and autumn leaves the intoxicating beauty of the distant mountains, charming scenery, dyed open blue water waves, born as the fragrance of summer flowers. This fragrance, very light, very light, but very warm, very quiet, assaulted, assaulted the heart, occasionally drunk, the night is thick, but also see the moonlight cup shadow. A volume of years, following the wind's low complaint climbing star picking the moon, the heart is as safe as water. The eye-catching colorful makeup, go but the time of the green vine gentle whispering, colorful years of flying, but the flow of tenderness in the water of the smoke wave, sinus frenzy, but not the fragrance of the joy of the side of the water, if the years are quiet, so that a mirror of the water mountain and lake towards the twilight of the watch, the wind up, the pianoforte silently swings ripples smile rose, quiet, the qin and the soft smell of fragrance.
Years, with the heart of the watch, more than an unspeakable joy, in the quiet time, in the depths of silence and joy. You come, rejoice, silence, perhaps drunk, drunken heart flowers also open, if you like, together with the constant companion, *** listen to the flowers bloom. The years have you, quiet good! Not to say that life and death, not to say that the death, only wish to be safe and sound in this world. If you are well, this is the clear sky miles of grace. I would like to step into the mountains and wade through the water to find a quiet place in the mountains and water, and put a thought in a proper place. From now on, sitting quietly and peacefully, looking at the mountains and water, *** flood ripples of the years. In the distant place, look forward to the heart of the favor, cold add a warm, vulnerable condensation of a love, tired Shu a frank, plain years, let the watchful heart, hosting the sweetness of happiness, unchanged twist of the fingers of the soft put heartache.
Separated from the distance of time and space, there is always a watchful eye, in the spring and snow banishment, such as the silver bowl of snow as pure and beautiful. The only thing that matters is the blessing of the wind and the moon. The distance is only the gap between the hearts, know that there is never distance, the distance between the ends of the earth is also a stone's throw away. The sound of murmuring, the wind in the quiet, love and happiness in the rain, the sound of falling zheng rise. Life, if there is a know how, is the greatest joy, that is the high mountains and flowing water to find a soulmate of the rare and precious. If you get it, how can not cherish, if there are mountains, how can the water leave, do not want to go with the flow, only to do that a pool of clear water, clear water in the reflection of the figure of the mountain. A city because there is a person, and there is such a bright and fond, and the bright moon, a person to build a city, and the fence planting chrysanthemums are not willing to be lonely, and the quiet good fragrance. I would like to guard that east hedge, do that chrysanthemums of the great, I would like to devote that pure land, do that the city of the dream, planted on the east hedge of the joy, pick the chrysanthemums of the fragrance, spreading a ground of the soft and gentle, watching over the years of the quiet good.
In front of the window, waiting for you to see the first ray of sunshine in the morning. Dark night blocked a smile in the eyes, the fragrance filled the pillow core quiet good peace dream, rushed to meet the first ray of sunshine, warm sunshine, can see penetrate the night of acacia radiance, climbed in the window of the winks, waiting for a rhinoceros in the release of the birds and flowers, flowers and plants in the landscape swaying, dipped in the dew of missing, waiting to close to the petals of the tenderness. Outside the window, time is so quiet, how much yearning, also like the scenery this, bright smile, green, flowers and poetry, cozy swaying. How much as the beginning, spry and lively in the spring on the road, that fine light, and the enchanting life. Perhaps, watching over a heart of quiet good, plain smoke and fire in the happy, those whispering, beautiful everything, such as the beginning of the appointment, but also as gorgeous as flowers.
If the world's most beautiful scenery, is that people about the dusk after the euphony, I would like to be in that people about the dusk, leaving endless murmurs of poetry, reflecting the summer flowers such as the haze, even if life and death are separated, murmuring in a long time. Flowers bloom, look forward to being appreciated, flowers fall, eclipsed in the mud, know the beauty of the heart of the person, in the right moment of moonlight, with an elegant heart, hung full of the fragrance of the years, gentle whispering in the sideburns of the hair buns to stay fragrant, splendid the beauty of life.