● Listening to the rain on the fence, thoughts are swimming in the rain, fluttering into butterflies. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a piece of the rainy, misty, light dance, and condense it into a curtain of dark dreams. As the lotus feelings, any beautiful acacia cocoon into a butterfly, in the flow of years on the fingertips of the light dance, with a wisp of thoughts, twisting flowers into the dream, picking the stars in the sky, gifted with the love to solve the language of flowers. The eye of the gaze, low brow, if the heart of the gift, there is no harm in the distance.
● The sails of love, stranded in the windless sea. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it in a way that's easy for you to understand. I have loved and suffered, and I know the truth, the beginning and the end, and I have never been able to escape from the deepest part of my heart. Holding reading a paper, for you to write down the poetry, thinking, clean lotus root inseparable lingering. I'm looking at a line of egrets walking leisurely forward. A strand of unfinished business, overflowing, the ancient ferry, long bamboo flute, interpretation of the red dust of the ancient song.
● Borrow a piece of paper, ink as words, with the elegance of the Song, stretching your brow of sadness, with the fragrance of the flowers, variegated with the charm of your world. A handful of water, cut a wind soft, with thousands of thoughts, quietly quiet in the world, and calmly abide by each other. The long-lasting fragrance, such as autumn water like silk, drunken heartstrings, around the fingers of the lingering, carrying thoughts, in the night cool as water, rain light cold Shaohua, waiting for the long days of blue water, looking at the wind and moon deep and long ......
● Tonight, standing in the shade of the sunlight and cloud shadow. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm talking about and what I'm talking about, so I'm going to try to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm talking about. I don't know how much more I can carry for you in my own slender soul. I'm afraid that if I wait for a few more seasons of blossoming and falling flowers, my pen and ink will gradually become cold. I don't know if you'll still be able to ring the beautiful myth that I've been sleeping for thousands of years, and play a song for me to clean up the sound of my heart, but I don't know if you'll be able to do it, so I'll be able to do it.
● Willow fluttering, misty wind of the quiet. 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 you'll be able to do it all in one place. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots. If there is an afterlife, I will be an unfeeling person, drink Mengbo soup, walk across the Naiho Bridge, cut off the ancient love affair, forget the thousand years of love, and bury the oath on the Three Lives Stone forever. In this way, can there be no more love? Will this be able to break the heart without traces? 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 end of the night if the light, the dream shadow leaning on the flowers to send tired. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. Dreams apart from the end of the world, the thought of all, your shadow is as faint as smoke and arashi, but always in my distant line of sight, with a soft finger, through the willow across the bank, with a wisp of wind, flying through the millennium of dust and smoke, with you lying drunk in the incense around the painting building, the dream of the flowers ......
● Night is very thick, the dream is too skinny, who would be willing to wait for who? The life of the long, gorgeous broken chapter, who would like to stay for who? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. A cup of rain, folding a flower of longing, drifting through the chrysanthemum table, breaking a fall of clean water, with the expectation of condensing your figure, told the sadness of the dream breaks, just, I do not know can hear me in the red dust in the quiet less sighs? Can I perceive a weary heart in a day and night of aging?
● Light dance delicate fingers, through the oblique wind and clouds, to the mood to cut a plain clothes, with shallow and thin sentiment, swim into the ink of the text gently written into the flow of years. Cut a sunset light, hold a deep love, scoop up a shallow pity, swaying the heart of the matter of drunken dance wind and moonlight, listening to the passage of time since the opening of the self-fall. The dusty look back, see the splendor of a fireworks, keep a piece of water flowing smoothly, through the dust of the millennium, in the warmth of your interdependence.
● Yesterday's candle-cutting night talk, this night the end of the world look off, this evening? For you, to pick up the scenery, for you to sing in a low voice, the water eyes gently convergence, flick a piece of flower petals floating in the hair, sprinkle all the way as the sound of the heart of the water. I think it's a good idea to go to a thousand miles of smoke, a sigh of pain, if you can, alone tonight's moonlight, whether you can, the heart of the obsession and expectations of the banishment, to the end of the world, the corner of the sea, and never again with Acacia untainted, insulated from the hang-ups?
● Smoke floating, long tassels dancing like silk thoughts, flowers and rain gently intoxicated by the butterfly's fragrance. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need. The water color and cloud shadow, how much I want to use the full flower scent to warm up the eye of the clear water color, only to stay brightly reflecting all the scenery, even if the silence, still happy.
● The green smoke of the dawn night, rippling the fragrance of the breath, hazy bleak mood, the knot in the knitted brows on the sadness, gently popped down, rubbing a strand of sadness, scattered to do the end of the world song, speechless with the flowers. How will a wind and moon, in the beautiful words, singing and chanting?
● If the red dust can be broken, just want to filter out a dust, no need to pianos for me around the shoulder, messy red for me to pave the ground, I would like to do a flower, gently and shallow bloom, let the seasons alternately, let the tide come and go, abiding by a side of the soul of the net, away from the world of strife, away from the complexity of the world, with the wisp of the fragrance of the dress dream clothes.
● Night murmurs, guard a round of curved moon, cut a thin shadow, cut a few petals of the heart, flick a piece of paper water light of the paper, pull a few strands of rain, hanging into the dream of the misty, dipped in the night for the ink, kneaded and shattered fluttering reverie, collect the heart that the deep thoughts, let the past is pale, broken and dyed the flow of the years!
● Dreams fall in the red dust, singing softly, spread ink swing ho, a paper red face pale who years, ridiculous who life, cry all the tears, who in the zither, listen to the sadness of the flowers fall, listen to the flowers bloom, but in exchange for a season of the death of the ......
● Moonlight streaming, caressing the shy face, the wind, piggy-backed The wind, the distant murmur whispering, the sea, can not be crossed by a reed, day and night to the text as pulp, picking bright thoughts, burned out the heart of the watchful incense. Sitting quietly in the arms of the night, collecting a wisp of moonlight, gazing at the water between the surplus, that can not ferry the other side of the shore, climbed the frame in a piece of paper paper, any messy words in the bottom of the eyes show all the heartache.
● Night quietly, thoughts such as flowers fluttering, mist gauze through the cold, a piece of the body and mind of a thousand lines of tears, full of all the eyes of the sour, cloud deep muyi no ferry. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this!
● The night wind caresses the window pillow cold, always used to stop in the text, see the flowers blossom and fall, the clouds rolled. Regardless of how the season changes, what remains unchanged is that a hold in the heart of the obsession. Life, even if it is not complete, is also a kind of mutilated beauty, even if sad, is also a kind of happy pain.
● embracing the stranded moonlight, murmuring alone, when the dark fragrance floating, full of sadness buried in the fragrance of flowers, picking up the residual fragrance of the fallen flowers, in the fingertips of the gentle pouring out, in love with the voice of the heart, entangled in the sleepless moonlit night, thinning into a long verse, with a lonesome a wisp of fragrance, left behind in the red dust in a deep place.
● A few minutes of leisure, listening to the rain knocking on the windowsill, watching the flowers bloom silently, butterflies dance noiselessly, the mind as light as light smoke, just want to hold a handful of broken time, with a piece of paper, ink, depicting a few strokes of gorgeous heart, in the ups and downs of the Tang and Song dynasties, the shallow drink sings this beautiful season......