Years of quiet, time travel, corner I light leaning season, according to the word of fragrance, such as water wall, swaying a pen and graceful. With a flower posture, as you stand in a world view, on the fingertips of the time, watch a heart and the heart of the agreement. With a breeze drizzle romantic, bearing in mind the way with warm heart, let the spring season, forever.
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Autumn light, cool. Alone according to the window Xuan, see a leaf rendering the autumn; see a season of the year flower. Research of a home, in the autumn, will miss in luxuriant appearance, let the tenderness of water in the bottom of my heart is dense, the subtle mind, bookbinding open in the years pigment, fragrance, is dust, is warm.
A scenic spot, depicts a journey; a heart, rippling out a piece of feelings. I remember the green season, a accidentaly across rain, awaken the life memory. The rain sound, like a Zen sound, spring like slowly into the heart lake, your elegant figure wading, I with a lotus like heart, through the Jianjia gray, diffuse through the past love, and you meet in the cloud top, a curtain over life. I'll wipe the ink, portrayed as an ink Danqing, lingering in the rainy season and you love.
There is a meet, in thousands of people, only one eye, is again eye and eye; interdependence is the heart and the heart. A flower, a love, through the season the promenade, turned into a fragrance, enchanting every morning and evening, the fragrance of the youth passes as a fleeting wave. The fingertip, beautiful days. Break time, write a love, run over and around the world, between the eyebrows do not regret, will meet the static between moved back, in the depths of the soul, warm aroma. Those with you heart and hand in hand is the past, the depths of red dust, the most soulful singing.
The fleeting time, depending on the wind and, the palm of the memory, full of your warm. A greeting, through the numerous hills and streams, warm fingertip thin cool; a concern, over the seasons, warm heart. A range of wind and rain, with a history of landscape, not only for the busy life, warm days. I used my tenderness, in the season of innumerable twists and turns, you apply a colorful picture scroll, articles with bright, LAN Xia Yu poem, Aki Yukishizumi, pick up the snow is warm, the heart of the abundance, placed in the days of plain text, with gentle, keep a window time static beauty, in the fleeting time in a Chang Qing Huan, to smile sweetly, and you look.