MengYing, Harbin, such as water

I asked if the spring, wen wan every flower flower with a tea end the deep feeling? I asked if the spring, every season oft contains a profusion of love? I asked if the spring, every ray of fragrance seeps full of tender feelings have no language?

My deep feeling of stare, a rouge gouache spring, streaming the drunken LiuXiaYun, blushing a handsome bonus chopped green arm in the wind , I meet the spring in the purple devoted to the world of mortals. Always want to numerous fly element pen assigned a proverb rhetoric spring of the deep feeling of chanting, always wanted to draw a picture of a spring of painters depict enchanting graceful, always want to put a song mountain ripples of deep feeling in my heart. Spring, when I am a romantic in a corner in time, you are engaging, brushed my make-up slices, kiss me qing li j, crisp you drunk fragrance overflowing my attic building, in your arms and tell you my missing. I spent a long winter, in the thousands of looking back all round, you finally meet.

Yesterday on the safety cost is still, just today people are different.

In life, there are a lot of deep feeling of agreement missed the flowering, the flowers of the vows of eternal love always negative figure, as the bloomy spring jin had long cold dark however turned, faint memories once intimacy was nearly full. Some fate, but also in a hurry, go in a hurry, short like a meteor across the night sky hong kong tourism, lost in the wind clear clear the streets of every mouth, some love, enchanting blossoms, pain the flowers fall, graceful and restrained into tears in the lily. Looking back at once, those years past a tree tree, a tree tree fall.

Dazed and confused, we in the throbbing teenage youth, artificial brocade increase of the pear white apricot pink love, dance moon spring flowers, make splendid time. When spring is never found again, and he realized is colchicine heroine, deals, and those who have profound friendship, such as smoke, hanging in the moon. Sigh, red make shallow, a mill, flying love goes, full moon thin cool.

I in spring on the safety for the kam Bi time in the beautiful once, the curtain kam dizzy catch the time immemorial, and coagulation and hope, have love have a warm. Holding a pen, spread a wad of notes, a few lines of the fine print, beautiful soul, in the half light fragrant teas in qing yan twitter search you burn to burn to the form of an object.

When my mind empty can't jump out of a word, I put my heart on a string mountain stream of spring, the ice in the wash lead dust, if heart ethereal broadly u Miramar Travel .s.-china, fang Buddha in taoyuan wonderland, singing with flowing water, erases all the dust mind, so quietly close your eyes and brain a slice of enron, an empty mind is static, all sad melancholy as a little bit of breeze, a trickle of fall, still beautiful and peaceful.

The afternoon sun asperses full the room through the window, the heart a warm bath.

Accustomed to lonely, accustomed to loneliness, accustomed to a person alone the time changes in temperature, put down, put down her sorrow, put the beauty of the past, let the disturbing MengYing, Harbin, such as water.

If heart put down, all indifferently. Countless, countless tears injury, countless gaze overlook, if out of the heart 窂, out of the shackles of the heart, heart's relief. The love in the world of mortals,

Walk to the nearest, walk far, walk back to the origin, this is life, this is life, we come to each other in a captivating smile, also return to the origin in the responded, affection and love, wins and losses that are full of our life, full of our life, with laughter and tears behind learn to strong, learned to face, learned to put down, learn to calm.