2013年12月11日
Autumn autumn rain woke
Eileen Chang said: do to people, for thousands of years,tube ampnot early not late, just hit, gently asked: Oh, you are here? This is fate, reincarnation. Two kinds of different state of the mind world, parallel continues, the heart is like two different worlds; my humble and your happiness. Look, just pass by. Once how many no change destiny, how much margin into no margin. Back to the, into the horizon, serious face more pale favor, I don't complain, just sad. Margin of the wind, back and forth, and clinging, total water cut ruthlessly to flower.
Time to retreat, Wiedemann Qin cream, has no old touch kind; closed dust all the hoopla, lock yourself in the dense wind around the Indus, the taste of the helpless margin at the end. Figure with fuzzy gone, worried about rain, met again in where? The world is not smell hundred thin drunk tipsy, don't sigh the desolate, static product time. Soft rain clear across the cheeks, piecing together is not the whole picture, draw the deep-seated pain, whole Mou a wound.
Cannot remember the past, forget that once, habits that have not been accustomed to the habit, the lonely soul with strong forward, let the lonely soul no fans in the dust. The night sea Kikunami, pray without dream, to think back to the bedside. A song from the end to casual, life of old ferry, bitter who's lonely, spilling ink into injury compass college!
Don't ask, no mention of Acacia, so calm, Enron spend my spring. One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery. The clutch is changeable, I'm tired, but some sad; let cool breeze coming to rest on my face, tiredness, the Qing Chou into the intra-abdominal, let the lonely heart gradually Zhuo strong. The rain mottle of life on the road, more wind, rain more, we became the time traveler, foolishly psychedelic past experience four seasons. We just across the sky of Yan, light light floating away from the line of sight of each other, fans scattered in the strange dust in the smoke. Grey rain sentimental, regardless of grief; she hates are long, said Acacia useless.
Open the window, soft rain thin wash outside bamboo, bamboo fragrant soil, closely surrounded by Ye Erru, dragonfly wings dancing in the wind. Remove the dust of fine bamboo stands in the soft wind drizzle, Junsu Yingying, optical illusion squinting, smart and clean. The wind is in the light? Leaves in the song? Or in the rain! This cheerful ringing sounds like fabric in the air diffuse Miao, I don't feel intoxicated in the breeze soft rain.
Bamboo fiber cluster set in the wind, leaves overlapping branches even round tight, you help him with, not see you I The swaying bamboo sumo playful, childlike!Gradually, more and more far.
Years of friendship, friends caring hands, support eyes, warm my heart to. The servants and shake off the dust, the wind bamboo surface, interference light heart. In a quiet stretch, weary smoke; finishing breath soothing, grazing.
Time to retreat, Wiedemann Qin cream, has no old touch kind; closed dust all the hoopla, lock yourself in the dense wind around the Indus, the taste of the helpless margin at the end. Figure with fuzzy gone, worried about rain, met again in where? The world is not smell hundred thin drunk tipsy, don't sigh the desolate, static product time. Soft rain clear across the cheeks, piecing together is not the whole picture, draw the deep-seated pain, whole Mou a wound.
Cannot remember the past, forget that once, habits that have not been accustomed to the habit, the lonely soul with strong forward, let the lonely soul no fans in the dust. The night sea Kikunami, pray without dream, to think back to the bedside. A song from the end to casual, life of old ferry, bitter who's lonely, spilling ink into injury compass college!
Don't ask, no mention of Acacia, so calm, Enron spend my spring. One is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery. The clutch is changeable, I'm tired, but some sad; let cool breeze coming to rest on my face, tiredness, the Qing Chou into the intra-abdominal, let the lonely heart gradually Zhuo strong. The rain mottle of life on the road, more wind, rain more, we became the time traveler, foolishly psychedelic past experience four seasons. We just across the sky of Yan, light light floating away from the line of sight of each other, fans scattered in the strange dust in the smoke. Grey rain sentimental, regardless of grief; she hates are long, said Acacia useless.
Open the window, soft rain thin wash outside bamboo, bamboo fragrant soil, closely surrounded by Ye Erru, dragonfly wings dancing in the wind. Remove the dust of fine bamboo stands in the soft wind drizzle, Junsu Yingying, optical illusion squinting, smart and clean. The wind is in the light? Leaves in the song? Or in the rain! This cheerful ringing sounds like fabric in the air diffuse Miao, I don't feel intoxicated in the breeze soft rain.
Bamboo fiber cluster set in the wind, leaves overlapping branches even round tight, you help him with, not see you I The swaying bamboo sumo playful, childlike!Gradually, more and more far.
Years of friendship, friends caring hands, support eyes, warm my heart to. The servants and shake off the dust, the wind bamboo surface, interference light heart. In a quiet stretch, weary smoke; finishing breath soothing, grazing.
Posted by windflower at 18:26
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