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2014年01月08日

Jingan red




Read the night, Lin Yi Cheng landscape, draw a heart, take a dream years fragrance, a skirt past glass, put a graceful stretch, sketch drawing water shallow, shallow Red Book Mou Huan, Jingan.

Read the evening, I stood in the Acacia high on the balcony, facing the memory came rippling. A winding lonely, flat Zeze seasonal shallow pan, cotton stretch in the heart at the end of the drain. I know, your heart I have, my heart is your footprint, a skyline across the incense every warm two stab the heart, with a thin Tang legacy, charged with "spring water is also falling, immeasurably vast difference." The sad fragrance.

Lin Cheng landscape, draw a heart, heart silently closed cone, attachment, let the past flowing, and sigh blown by wind in the essays, far discount pillow LAN, walked all the way, all the way twist. Pick up the word of the Xinmei skeptical, flute, in the lotus traversing palm wandering, you Ying Mo with camphor warm attitude away from me. Ever review? Loud amidst the blurred the ink. Some read, some books have, in the years of pain in the format, may not be able to really dry, remove. Perhaps, in some old once grand corner, it will continue to pass through dust, walked back, standing in front of the soul and heart, watching each other in silence.

Heart wind blowing, a skirt past glass, put a graceful stretch, joined with the cosmetics, water according to the study, the curl of smoke in the text, the dream look more and more long. Miss, in turn appears calm as water is flowing down the tears, gently open, open the lonely flower face. Life places hidden fragrance, I stood as a day outside the coveted rye, flow into the red line in the book far and wide, eyes reflected the paper window, running into the evening that dreary muddy horse sad sad. The open read, touched the geranium Strictipes impervious face, Rong Sichuan Wenling never abandon the oath. A pale aroma nomadic love songs, after writing, words do not shoot, linger. The skyline, depressed heart Yan, in the cloud messy Weiyang, long time don't open chanting gallop the vicissitudes of life.

Love, really can bury? I'm in a meeting of the past is buried, again and again hurt deeper, the deeper pain. Heart, Yanbo Hao Miao; sometimes feel it is so narrow, small to you alone.

A dream tree flowers, a curtain dust away, like a flower, and let the night warm. I know, you are a time to pick the very light, just wandering in the pen, not in the water Xinmei cloud slightly. A pen shallow warm winter read a word, static heart leisurely, who met with the fragrance of writing? Filter out past the sentimental, wind yarn made by very full life. Maybe, you are my only one hairpin read cloud butterfly, by my final thoughts. Sometime over the word, and my heart in the youth were, gently tingling, let a read to send, return to the soul place.  


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