The wind blows around like a woman too sad, cold claws pulled out of her skirt, as old as land with the words, incessantly Xuguo with, grinning ..... .
She was still, and it singled out, trying to bloom only once a year encounter.
To never forget each other, from the ancient to the present, she always will be hidden in the shadow of his poetry, the solidification in the painting, the bright in blue and white porcelain, and not a little off. Now, she stood there waiting for him, looked anxiously again from the perception of happiness. Those birds and Maemi have also put down all the heavy loads, transports and collects Yuet Wah washed once with her and walk away.
Cloud depths, who is stroking the strings, fingers fluttering heart War?
Look, the fields that touch of bright color, is how familiar and how intimate as ever!
Will be concentrated for the moment a long time, long lost his rhythm with ease, and finally flashed in front of her.
Instant joy, the scattered light wind blowing through her pretty face, brilliant, touching eyes opened a book in autumn ......
Gently close your eyes, she perceived his burning petals caress his soft warm; she quickly spread on the gentle curve of his bright eyes, persistent and Enron.
Laughter, tears, lots to talk about love, then let your heart bloom times.
A ballad, a few glasses of Beaujolais, and her singing and dancing for him, he was relaxed and she hit a long day.
Reached the ultimate point of life!
Still have next fall, leaves out the branches, rushed into the soil, one, two .....
Drank all the sweet, at the urging of time, he turned to fond memories.
North-south tears, hastily separated.
My dear, touching, thick thin season, you go ahead, and I will sing you Yangguansandie. She said softly.
When the sky through the plains of Hong array, when the direction of her to him a series of deep, slowly turned ------- can not let him see his eyes when the curtain call Qin Zhao tears, and bleeding behind the curtain heart.
Barren land inch by inch, little by little she withered.
Autumn tight place, sigh fall, the floor of the injury ......
Say goodbye to the September sunshine, thin clothes, she closed all the tendons, followed by his companions to the cold, into the darkness of the dark ------- legend, is a large burst of wind, took her Golden Flower, Love also overtook her.
Leaning over the earth, she called to his name over and over again, Pu Susu tears, such as lotus seeds ------- impoverished and desolate time thereafter, she will be his name for the center to commemorate a life reincarnation, until the advent of the next fall, until the fairy tale re-staged.
Her perennial, will be heavy and calm in this effort brewing in the land, the "happiness of the bottom search," the Haoge condensation in mind, only to be sent through the time jump, and he met again in the sun.
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