Spring of that year, except not really bloom
Red Dust in turn from the fleeting Wei virtual simple bamboo walls of the old City, there is no traveling show of noise, I understand Jie Lu loneliness in the human environment is inevitable after all, left a word Que. Spread out the history of palm pulled tight, the Qin and Han River surging, wind and rain Song desolate, look up and down five thousand years of boundless smoke, personnel luxuriant, who, to the heart wall through the tangled romantic, to a vein of tenderness shines through the clear atmosphere I Haoyue Qing Ji, heart sounds like the snow?
When the rocket hide in the Book of Songs of the Word crying in a corner feeling very depressed by my wound gently across the apex, I actually heard the lament of the building sound Gao Jianli, sobbing wind down gently from the ancient floating into my tiny sensitive too raw so the ear wings. And the business angle of sad, in my empty heart woo swing secluded valley. No horse's hooves 嘚 嘚 hissing, I saw Jun lopsided figure back frequently, ran aground in the earth into a blue background.
À walk in the depths of music every night, listening to corridors that inch Acacia powder gently ground wooden shoe, foot pain is not dim the memory of Yi Sang both white shadow? In the spring of that, you walk through my prime dappled peach southern tracks, Review of Past and faintly see the person relative to children, strangers fawning, memorable Cheng pulls. You took my hand put your hands warm, confession of the intersection of two hearts delight. How many tears how many smile was removed, but did not understand the spirit of the river did not spend the fate of the word. At that time only the channel, get blown flower chewing ice core strings, as opposed to see the benefits of the two words. And into the snow this winter, come on hazy Ming Si Yi is also under debate is unclear to your facial features.
In the chilly winter chilling in my lock your door, for fear you thin clothes without chilling. Afraid you lost walking wounded Red. Rice paper before sitting dark red, light uniform ink Yan wrote "never betray" words, a tear falling into black mark on the red blooming peach core luoying if declared. Ji Ji I carefully put the collection into the peach dream of love, thinking that the next season, the branches can be harvested throughout the spring blooming. Saw you was in the willow shore, not into the prime time dappled reflection, I help the door standing Biluo skirt blown whole life eternal loneliness, tears wet rouge, want to pull speechless.
Sequence Xi with the rolls turning the old words, you and me fresh clothes are covered with angry horse Streams rustled dust. Wei archaic soul trekking bed, trying to boil a heart by Acacia Jing Ke Laixun your mind. I am the king, beyond the Great Wall of sand is rampant, the old battle of the grace of your horses is still burning pain in the evening candlelight. Gobi desert rode on the Wind in your written words for my memo, I like the pious pilgrims who read every night in my heart a thousand times, to look deep dream come you can figure vicissitudes. Through the talk of the town wake up shaking off the loneliness of a person over your footprints all over the near to, touching, hugging, kissing ... ... the next day's morning show of the birds chirp and the pillow has red tears into ice.
No dressing? I have loved you sleeve by Colorful Clouds at Tsing Yi, makeup oblique bun-ming Cheng Hsien, delicate Qingsi led to the Red dream, gently singing a Yulou Chun. Now facing the bronze mirror, then actually pull old lazy Americans can not afford to bun, wiped off marks between the eyebrows Organisation, Sijun very old and heavy to me is also a pedestrian. Fragments of old things left behind open, as if the strength of character is Tan Wan Wei linger. Because of your name, with a hero's weathered, which my soul beyond the Great Wall around the battle over the Populus find you. Su piebald scream knowing you will eventually have my Red disappear. Fate of independent Guying for your ego Yan grinding ink, pens a picture you want to keep in mind. However, the ink tank is not strong, noble thoughts of the roots through my dried bone marrow, disseminated via the blood out of Treasure of the Sierra Danqing peach blossoms. Love, without inking, the tomb has been Yongming.
Wind set a precedent, Yula Wushan. Wu Fu's Red hermit I was lonely. Can understand the mood and then you go to the cold near the soul of a Qing Ji. Building sound Wuwuyanyan dense gone with solitary lonely, increasingly thin physique with a twist of the Word, paving the way my first step off the earth empty; walls of Old City, no longer traveling show of noise, Jie Lu I only do this in the human environment of Health and you meet every year according to the contract peach red, students can only do this close to your beautiful smile. Obsessed with the Book of Songs, wander Wei, do not back your own, Soul poetry and literature at the scent of ink, the road to make no news. However, keep in mind, falling under the wind that year, who joked Nujia A name ... ...
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