Red heart wine（一）

Flood of the day, who swept away the young youth who?
See, such as the capacity of the season off Yan Rulian flowers, the total can not hear the familiar bluestone pavement footsteps coming, little heart with a sigh, casement tight cover, spring curtain without covering ......
Or wind, or rain, or wet leaves rain, kicking up clouds of flowers, Tears, and I, still mourning the rain here, the wind damage Mourning parting.
Remember when parting is such a day, terminal building, we sat in the car, you are quietly looking out the window just started rainy sky, Youde said: "This weather is suitable for separating ..... . ". You seem to be in himself, but also seems to say to me, low voice, choked with indescribable, so I had to look back at you ------- tear, quietly leaking your eyes. And you, still looking at the front of the increasingly self-serving deep sky, eyes uncertain, look bleak.
A finger, I gently brushed it for you, tear drop, heart whom shocked, and suddenly on the world, good fortune, since the bone Che Che grateful heart.
The wind outside the car more and more tight, light rain and hovering Whose tears are flying?
All of the meet, seems to separate ......
Time going around in circles, sorrows and joys are as in the past.
Finally, the rain, dry days of March, restless wind up, shake the winding river, the shadow of my broken inside.
Gently, a bottle across the ship Huangyou You to the water, soft chuckle words, the dream of this town quiet stretch, spread.
Alley, water, the body alone and only I, Meishan smoke lock, wandering alone in the cold wind.
The total can not stop thinking about you, like walking on the shore of the fish, eager to clear puddle of water. Although the nose, mouth and eyebrows like you in the face of Castle Peak in the wind is getting blurred.
Diao Chan Ai Lvbu, because he is a handsome man, beautiful woman with a hero, as if the blood with the sword, let the world envy.
And I love you because you are not only good-looking man, but also wit, full of Fairview, flowers and herbs. We are together, like the ink stone with ink, and wit you this piece of ink Oh, accumulated over time, more black, get more, so I can not 近墨者黑, increasingly love you.
Lu Xiaofeng, said Ximen at least one thing people never learn to like, not his sword, his lonely cold as ice and snow on the mountains ------- lonely, lonely winter in the meteor-like loneliness. This is the loneliness of a master standing above the crowd.
And you, too, is something that other people can not learn, not your intellect, but your passion is to never give Yuecuoyueyong ------- enterprising spirit, is also heroic spirit through the passion of the storm .