(A) time flow, sweet smile. I can only say that happiness has nothing to do with the text sometimes, Oh, I really do not admit that he is a good friend, I do not know how to write, Is the person, how to conceal the cover to escape the suspect? Two years, deep shallow edge of the time. How many people and things changed? Stay in the autumn of this season, rain Mu autumn, broken Liu will fly, the time the river through the leaf boat, how many misty rain carried by tenderness, I just gently wave, as if that string of water flew. Time, so I became a light year outside that quiet woman, Ansheng in a small town, Su-Su makeup. Afternoon quiet time, soft music filled the air, a cup of tea scattered fragrance. I am enjoying the text of the glutton. Wind through the windowsill, set off the window indistinct, the sun into the window lattice, horizon blue, clean as wash. Soft romantic infiltration of the heart, the birth of a hint of tranquility, sculpture of the quiet time of the United States. Time given, I have been able to safely face the fleeting loneliness and scattered all over the mire. For the fortune is no longer buried too much hope and fantasy. Standing above the season, looking at the clouds in the air, season quarter, a lot of memory is a fleeting blue ink with a color point of the youth, pure blue, clear cloud clear, such as poetic quiet good. Life has always been very plain, love is a simple destination, no longer with Cang, White Dyed Love the first beauty. Water Yiyi, hazy wandering smoke memory can only quietly watch, I skim a Wang Qiushui, the romance of the past, interpreted into poetry, repeated reading. Falling flowers, Yan Hong everywhere, a look back, the smile will fall into the landscape now misty rain in the miss. Some people, some love, still cord around the bright warm fragrance. Mildly fleeting, unable to wash its brilliant white. To see a section of the Red depict, drawing a ride to draw a concubine to laugh, to wine singing yesterday, buried the red cherry, green banana Chunhuaqiuhuanyue years, left at my fingertips dash of vicissitudes, the word into rhyme, In the middle of crooning shallow sing. Falling autumn leaves, clear leaves desolate, bustling faded, casual is the vanity of life in the joys and sorrows, those lines of youth Cantabile, became a carved years Moqing. Time fade out is a love that year, even if separated by a thousand mountains and rivers, even if the most be a reflection of pink has been rolled into dust, is still in the read. Because love, so do not despair, because know, so do not sad. I know that some things must be discarded, a touch of old age sadness, the scene of the rain falling sadness, a pregnant may be covered with bright sorrow Concerned, dressed in the edge of loneliness in the memory of wandering. Good at forgetting, will be able to get more happiness, then smile, shallow smile, is bright, Qing Huan. I know that some thoughts are still in the time I wait for reincarnation, you are my myths and expectations, so I planted a red bean, waiting for it to bud, like the first encounter sprout and joy. (B) If the blessing has not come, please wait. With many years not seen friends together. Open-air cafes, curl of coffee fragrance, sunset Hongxia, I spilled on our side, such as a array of years of incense sticks. Years separated in each other, those distant thoughts like to dissolve into the quiet of the United States, the time like a twilight beauty, Ying Shuiyue, flute jade sound, veil dancing. Only flowery Meijuan, and how the enemy fleeting. A friend said can not sad? I think my sadness is only a fraction of the time gap of desolation, years later, back, I saw the valve is bright, corrupt in the deep fleeting, go back, touch. I am looking for the process, some things I abandoned, some have been forgotten. Fleeting flew just a cloud, a drop of a flower, a read a look back, time is full of dried red-hot. Dull the green onions, a thousand turn back, the vast expanse of water, dust, both sides of the light, dust across the sea, hope do not wear dust edge smoke, cut it constantly chaos that year Mousi. A few degrees of cool autumn breeze, rain twist wet flowers, see a row of wild goose flying over the gray sky, such as a reed voyage through the waves, rippling from the memory of an sad, share of Si Yi is still lingering Melodious, in addition to sitting to see the enchanting blossom clouds, bustling office, the wind dip cream, snow broken, is no longer melancholy? With a quiet afternoon, cook a pot of tea, quietly retrospect a period of old time, write a life, write to stay for some elegant. Just can not pen and ink, the heart like water, Xiaoxiao Mian, a poem will be a thousand lines of poetry, I would like to spend beautiful, but only full of cool. The past, such as smoke, after all, can not penetrate the barren time, write those memories, for a permanent souvenir, and so one day I gray-haired, is also able to recall, once the other end of the world, the cup of singing, heroic life. Indifferent past sea of clouds will be released into the air, mood, such as laughing to see marshes. I have always thought that happiness is far away, has been not far away, illusory ethereal. Happiness is always in the pursuit of being blinded by the desire of the eyes, but a little of Thanksgiving. Encounter is happiness, waiting is happiness, the tears flowed, heard the song, leisure time graffiti and description of happiness. Happiness is the flame of love, from the beginning of a slight star, or vigorous, to plain water, and love the day, as the eyes of the little tenderness, those who accompanied the promise. Fingers intertwined, stroll the twilight of the scenery, flowers blossom, to do with the dream of aging slowly, in the romantic Miso, dependent in time, to see the steady, cut off countless laughter and moving. There is hope, there is disappointment, pain ... ... pain will disappear, the scar will heal, enriched our world, let us know, live up to. Also into compassion. I have been looking for, in the time of the twists and turns, do not know whether there is still in the soft to me with the Enron dependent, arrived at the heart, pure flawless happiness. Little four said: HL is about to bloom, happiness, if not yet, please wait. In the effort, because the waiting to happy posture, refused to disappoint, refused to sadness. Not lonely, not despair, it will not be in the foreseeable future. To believe that happiness, we have the desire to pursue, in fact, not far from happiness. If the future of happiness, please carefully wait, happiness in the vicinity, please carefully treated. My happiness, living the days accompanied by oil and salt, to do your wife, for the laundry, eat your fried dishes, night embracing sleep, wake up early in the morning, good morning. No suspicion, no alienation, flat light, contentment. Sunny, autumn wind melodious. Stick a cup of coffee, read a good book, or write a paragraph of ink, ink Yan, the time is still, Fangfei Shengmao, across the dust of life, floating Ling, access to incense strands. Everything is happiness. (C) Dear, you say that every flower is a wound. Misty flowers, face peerless, can only warm season fleeting. Bright process, a blooming time, such as the moonlight Allure, shed a net pure as snow, dense mixing dripping, some beautiful, was the boundless sky through time and space, in the snow Guanghua, solidified into ink painting deep shaft . Eileen Chang said: love is poisoned wine. Love was very luxurious, but a lot of people rushing to pay, can not be met, the daughter of hard to buy, naturally valuable. To love is happiness. Even if embrace a luxury sad. I planted a spring tree every spring to see full buds bloom, flowers, trees, and then in the time, walking along the bloom of the journey to see a lot of stories are like flowers in the charming spring breeze. Some gentle unforgettable, became the heart of an inch soft. Once touched, it will be pain, would like to tears. Many years later I deeply understand why the more forgotten, the more beautiful, because some people missing, you can miss, some songs do not sing, still in the memory of the maneuver, flower, fragrance, you go, love in me Of the Si Yi. Some flowery flower blooming things, then flowers to go, but not in time to rot. Years later, the wound is no longer, miss still, pure in the bottom of my heart, also as a bloom of reincarnation, not fail. Know, bloom for you, is also happy. Because the memory of the heart is not lacking, no regrets, so do not fall Huan. Zhang Xiaoxian sentence, hope that the good, intentions after, still missed, from the War like rain, broken broken, and I hope you will be able to do the same thing. Yesterday, in their own world, leaving a wet mark. Metaphor I see your story, the story has nothing to do with me, was pain through the heart. Ordinary happiness is entangled, I want, you can not beautiful, simple yet warm. Please do not lie in the past fragrance, do not let the desolate embrace the lonely heart. You say every flower is a wound, I know you want to sue also rest feelings, those flower flowery youth, has been scattered in the memory of the other side, scattered horizon. Those feelings, that person, like a meteor, in your sky and shining, left desolate, when my fingers over the old time carving under the words, that line of words like thorns, cut my finger pain, shallow Shallow pain across my heart hazy my line of sight. At that time the light to smile has been stranded, I would like those time and space apart from the people and things written in fairy tales, time and you are not coke. Like a word: lost called a gift, in front of happiness. Some people, like wine, crazy like a hangover, a dream, dream no trace. Nostalgia is not the only sustenance, there will always be a person, Enron in the guardian, stubbornly persists, because you look sad and sad. Please do not ignore now accompany you to see blossom, cloud from the cloud of that person. You see, years of quiet beauty, bright as ever, you see, years such as poetry, streamer thousand turn hundred fold, a smile, will be able to bloom in the taste of happiness. Time better as ever, when you encounter a lifetime of warmth, happiness in the wind falling in a warm, soft wind tempting the garden off the United States. I used a blooming charming for you a gazing, please stay for me, one of your turn, I will dry the face. Have you heard the flowers? That is my whisper to you. You hear the flowers, it is a bleak and painful altar festival. The rest, Enron static Shou, happy smile. (D) Shui Sui fleeting, that was the dream of Fanghua. I stood on the balcony, watching the melodious fall of the rain, fall to the floor of the fans of the smoke dust. I used to a person accustomed to a lonely, accustomed to a pen on the paper to write, hide in the text, silently remembrance of that fragrant residue of years, numerous of the plot. Flow through the flow of people encounter, such as around the demon tree, filled with sunshine under the handle, will be in the midnight corner, look back at that picture, you left, I right to run counter to the end, In the generation of desperate flowers, once touched, pollen scattered, full refers to the vicissitudes of life! The world there I carved in a promise in your promise under the promise of it? The harassment of the reincarnation, the wind cool those exhortations, blowing away the affectionate affectionate. I do not want to write love, life Qian Nianhua into prison for the sad, I do not resent, I would like to fleeting, will make things change, transformation of the mulberry, changed the sea, light years, the precipitation of memory, deep deep, like Geshi shadows, scissors Candle writing poetry, the deep-seated love carefully carefully. Su Jinnianhua, quiet walking in the barren years, the editor for a long time, a paper Covenant, I peace. To the security of the mood to see the world ups and downs, people are scattered. Nian a fragrant heart, the scenes of sadness, turned into a field to understand the compassion. Wind moving years, blowing a paper Su Jian, fleeting has been changed, sadness into a knot, a twinkling of an eye, polo ralph lauren pas cher, coming from China frost, let the text and I depend on, sleep wake up, irrelevant, not sad, no tears . A Acacia, drunk Ye Hao, wake up, tonight, we do not talk about love, talk about love, to talk about tonight's landscape. Moonlight glittering water, a blossoming cloud of quietly flowing, light of it, that soul-stirring, Thousand soft knot. Some things, thinking to avoid chaos, and some feelings of pain and hate. In fact, as long as a turn will regret no period, do not have to do a bitter roots. Then you see, like a pear, spilled white sky, so clean and flawless. The month of the Iraqi people, a white Chinese clothes, standing at the stand, Jing Ya Chu Chen. Looking back, bloom into a large, around the wall into a flower, butterflies light Nongying. Flow of thoughts, the old appearance, the image of the debris can also make up the appearance of happiness. Memories of the people and things keep rewind, clear, Mingyan, in the white light of the smoke, the dream aesthetic. Those in the time of the Sui Nian, those dreams have been bleak, in the swirling, the platinum layer of light, twilight, such as a layer of veil, wrapped in a beautiful woman, dancing in the gentle lightly. A piece of white feathers, such as white faint fragrance. This night. I watched the night of pear rain, I listened to the night of the moonlight, I know there is nothing immortal, like the beauty of the moon, Qingxiu wave, will fleeting in a deep attachment on my obscure eyes. I like this night in the smoke like Lan's landscape sadly sleep. Years thin cool, deep ink. (E) obscure drunk with rain months, crazy wrapped in red satin Acacia Memory relates to a city. Time in the city under the chrome too much youth traces, Ming's warmth and sorrow will be in some midnight, bright, or burning my heart. Is not every bustling city, always bear too many unknown secrets or deep loneliness. The season cherry blossom allure, the sun filled, I hit the green dress, draw the beautiful wings in the wind. Between the fragrance of flowers, a few innocent smile, God color flying. They are in the beautiful years I met the most beautiful angels, they have a clear eyes, their body exudes the warmth of the sun. With me through the bloom, sharing of flowers, with me through the rainy season, taught me what is love, in the rain, one stop. I am so grateful to meet, those who gathered to become the most memorable memories of my life. Carrying those warmth, is the hope of my life, because they, I thought of a city. Full of youth, too many beautiful and a city connected, however, where there are together, there is sadness, life, such as travel, some people disappear in the brigade. A lot of memory and then the United States, but also a dream of clouds, back, experienced, growing up, that time in the children, Huangru Geshi. When I left, the rain like goose feather misty, cold cold wet air has solidified orchid, crowded crowd, lonely station, wind-driven train, a city, a gathering, a trouble Like the escape. I stood under the fireworks, looking back, you can see all the scenes reminding us of scenes reminiscent of fireworks, people than the fireworks lonely. Years later, I remembered the city, in addition to bright and fuzzy youth, I only remember the city's busy, crowded crowded, and neon shine, always festive, everywhere is the style of dripping. No matter how many people have gone through, how many joys and sorrows, how many people wipe map in the city carved imprint, are just a person's history, the flow of Li Li was only the city's People children, an encounter, a gathering together, then their horizon. It will not be so many changes in the vicissitudes of life and death and riddled. It is still the taste of loose material corruption, cold, flashy. This season has been cool days, the autumn to end it? I do not expect winter, the south of the winter is not snow, wet shade. But the bustling spring to season by the winter, to spring. Friends frown, quietly, you can not sad What. Dear, how kind of sadness can follow the time through, such as the winter came, take along a crystal of snow to me, I wish I forgot that large tracts filled with sadness, flatter floor of the flowers. If winter, no silver Fairview, you send me a ray of sunshine or a bunch of fireworks it, and so the spring, the flowers of the city, fleeting warmth, I sent you a garden floral. After all, how memories of the United States, just memories, not go back. I can do only cherish now, cherish every person in life, each meet, cherish every love, every kiss. Future no regrets. Smile. (6) time quiet the United States, put pen to paper. Many beautiful things are like a dressed in fireworks, hot burning, fantastic fantasy, and then there are different scenes that fall can not touch the loneliness. Fall in love refers to a beautiful, the total collection of the trajectory of the little bit of a brilliant fall, when the fleeting has become a ghost town, those little bits and pieces of Jane's countless bright moments decorate the warm night, it will not be so lonely. I pray for time to take away the memory, my smile left, happiness and loneliness go with the flow, no more regret, to the beginning to save a flower-like smile, graceful truth, even lonely, , The rest of my life with my white and smile to find the angel in my life. Zhang Xiaoxian said: to do such a woman, face if the peach, heart deep universal, well-being of self-knowledge, sincere goodness, tactile sensitivity, emotional wealth, perseverance independence, sublimation. I would also like to do such a woman, to see the pre-bloom, listening to Indus leaves falling rain knock. I hope the years I also as the text of the woman, reserved graceful, charming Qingli, believe in love, I believe that fate, like a life of flexibility. Lingering, tempted, Enron better. I love the text, the text is still able to bring me moved or more comfort, just like the space of those who love life or text of men and women, as long as close, can make people warm heart, breeding pity, or know the affair. Static beauty of the time, and the text of rhyme, fingertips, flowers, a cluster of a cluster of thoughts, ray of ray, abundance bustling. Shallow sunlight, bright flower language, pink and purple, contaminated with my faint feelings. Love is my hands in the ink, bit by bit, are my love, the best interpretation of life, I still want my text elegant, beautiful, with the lotus Qing Ling, static beauty. Ink Yi Xiang, messy text in the Mexican fragrance will be dizzy to open a blossoming lotus, mind such as lotus, blossoming red to uphold the full-bodied, Qingzi graceful, petal fragrance. I would like to use beautiful rhetoric to modify the beauty of my life, or sadness, or happiness. Will be the beginning of pure static, elegant, shallow Sentimental, embroidered dyed blue, always keep it clean Che Che. I said, you are the expectations and hope, think of you with cotton embroidered text, compiled all the phonology, with jerky posture jump a dance, in my or sad or happy when, self-directed . But I think, one day, my fingers barren, no longer write enchanting beautiful words, the years I finally lost you, I will not burst into tears? http://avlinks.7narabe.net/ http://valinks.edublogs.org/ https://yumsamkitchen.wordpress.com/ http://www.kiwibox.com/valinks/blog/ https://valinks.podbean.com/
