Wear a poetic vision, life is a wonderful piece. The wind rustling wind, the rain finely ground, blown melody Medicox, like beating the notes. Misty, the morning mist, curled up NuoNuo, that such as Diane eyebrow peak, fine gauze was hazy, beautiful, I balked, comprehend the true meaning of beauty. Walking on the way, the breeze blows, the catkin floats in the air, as snow holy, like dandelion legacy dream, or the gods of tears, in telling the once sadness, a daydream, slip has to bamboo forest,
Eyes has been filled with green, calm heart, whispers to hear rustling wind, like a carefree piece of ancient music, sing the classical rhyme, tao ran, meanwhile, the heart as if by strings, carrying on to the blue sky.
Wear a poetic vision, life is a Wang Chengche lake, the setting sun is infinitely good, the graceful one like you. Several sunset glow, described like the colorful brocade lady body, or a young girl of attraction attractive glow, even fall in love with the birds! Don't think that flashed across the sky, which fell on the sunset arms? Why didn't this at this time, the lotus of a see! At this point, this call the beautiful flower, blossom the gaze. That the move such as butterfly leaves, also on the plating a layer of golden yellow, like the sun kiss the lip prints. Beautiful, like a bride Medicox, in the setting sun oil on my heart lake.
Wear a poetic vision, life is a blooming lily. Like the moonlight, bright, xie into my room, can not help hold up person heart light, gladly go out, it has been to the garden, the silence of the night as if filled this piece of heaven and earth, can't hear a sound, only hear the insects of zobah trifling crumbs in talk about, like a breaks down into a blank piece of pastoral. A few fireflies flashing lights, swimming in the garden fence come and go, a little firefly suddenly bright, the spirit of the dance little figure, decorated with a midsummer night's dream. Not far from the lotus pond, the lotus bloom, leaves like a fairy, simple but elegant, "the silt but not imbrued, zhuo QingLian without demon", perhaps only the wind, that the freshness of the lotus and zen. In the hazy blue mist and exquisite figure, fragrance, let a person enchanted. The wind xu, I went looking and not language.
Wear a poetic vision, life is a wisp of the fragrance. Blue sky, sprinkled through the cherry blossom as snow in the air Medicox, like a dancing butterfly house beautiful, a warm southerly breeze fragrance with repeatedly, touched the soul of colchicine, endless mind wandering. Rolling the world of mortals, "for things." - no one can pull to time are decked with gorgeousness. Until you see patches of deciduous, drifted down from the sky, I didn't really understand the true meaning of life: no reservation, no pain, quietly, silently. Plain, deducing the most moving, the most charming beauty.