Holding a cup of tea, quality long years, try thinking with emotion. Listen to the rain outside the city have, and scattered the season sweets. Lu dressing small pavilion before leaning out of windows back, dream Yi Jiangnan, misty misty rain Look touch of bright red blossoms laugh, such as those containing grass strips shame, drunk dyed Love.
Half Juan, a wet paper edges of dye, lingering Qingsi thousands, Que Que old words, filled with old fragments, casualty department, unhappy Italian side entirely, worth mentioning, were torn swallowing, into an abyss of misery. Beauty eye, drunk Chilian, rainy Qinglei arouses pity, mixing a face in the crowd.
Recalling his only See Pretrial flowers, covered with a flap to disability, slope place, with a trickle line slowly, merged into a charming pond ripples. Green vines, pine bamboo, moist, such as oil, Zhesha the Chunyan flying shadow. Suddenly the rain slowly crescendos small, secluded away from the empty mountain sounded diming, then, I do not know someone's roof, rolled down a Chunni, splashing a blossoming spray, waking is sleeping in his mother's arms child.
Hundred thousand turn back, go now purple street Red, who pity imperial incense before a White worry about snow? Three columns expectations, decade wait, hope the sub wing back, for I, from the War dark, smoke-filled hair, the piles of the past, reminding us of scenes that burst floating smoke dissipated, diffuse.
Dream early scene, catkins every now and then place a residual bridge, a paper umbrella, a backpack, hesitant alone. Afraid of knowledge on the battlefield, being invisible Weaponry suffocation, a sword gas, an idea dedication. To the old desire that kneeling, green candle next read prayers, woven clothing Lianer heart next month. Even bloody, icy road, that little faint halo, pointing out at the last as a youth bubble.
Seamless water, fireworks and easy cold, Muyu one thousand into ink painting the distances Reminiscence of the Past. Luoqun lightly, full of emerald gems, are not seen. Mourning to lean on a railing, at the rouge color, just for once they fall asleep, the return date as promised.
Under the bodhi tree, blossom, shallow Mouzhong addition watched season, early lute playing, lament fleeting and often complex complex, a one from the War, the sound of bone fragments, chant aging face faded residue, none of the personnel. Ark ran aground in mind the sea, whether on board, once again raised the damaged aircraft boat, traveling in the vast land, cloak cut rain?
Years blurred, tempting in a time tunnel, whirling into the shadows of the evening breeze blows, Harue oblique sparse rain, thin clothes wet, cool through the heart of the bone, a wave of the sleeves, let the breeze carry rain dream, dream Waking of Insects a Zither Love. Worth mentioning, plain water of life, the need precipitation to purify gray Fanghun.
"Young Machines song upstairs, Candle faint Luozhang, Adult Machines passenger boat, river width low cloud off geese called Zephyr," the Chinese do not know real depression years, such as a touch of smoke, finger across, in memory of the sea , and condensed into rain, drip until dawn. Switched between time blowing forehead, life go half way, leave, has been called ever.
Reverberation curl, curtain drawn Muyu Jade breaks, affectionate peony in Spring Tears, Weak Rose Xiao branches. Fangfei shed, Xiao Meng Chu Xing, poetic tenderness accumulators containing Si, hesitant, worth mentioning, sadness not read secretly hurt, afraid of the truth a long way away water. We still recall the joy out rain, I a twist affectionate, obsessed as drunk, dim Looking back, promised Sansei promise, now apricot Shuyu buckle, the splashes night Acacia. Dream ah, tell me, you float to where?
Qingming rain on the pond who smile in my heart, swaying poetic figure, picking a clear charge, wind go back? I want to walk to, Bashansheshui bitter quest, searching into ideas.