If time can

If time can

Ink language in China

Years such as the catkins, gone with the wind fly in the four seasons of life, freedom, like the wind. Ju Yipeng thoughts such as wine, drunk all desire, will all my thoughts flying in the wind, drifting into the sky at the end of NuHart......

The quiet, let your thoughts is wanton spread, subtle fragrance into the heart, pick up a pen, profit grip a simple but elegant, with a cup of tea, listening to a soothing soft music, quietly heart in between heaven and earth, light write our own life. Sentimental heart, gradually in the years precipitation. Enron in own world, silent love for words, leave deep shallow trace. Jiangnan style, still lingering, ink language in China, because a know NuHart, so at ease with a glance, a phase lead, immeasurably vast difference.

Put a note in the ink, twist a Mexican, over and over again with your name, Miss rubbed into the fragrance of ink, a drop of tears NuHart, overflow water tenderness, gently put you into my verse. Write something about meet, about fate, memory about things, let love grow whirling a leaf tree, full of Bodhi flower. A slight smile, my deep feeling, a Susan, spend their time. Between the lofty red, tender tender, review, our distance, lean the preexistence of attachment, save full of Acacia, light overflow in the apex. Give you my story, singing in the days, the constant thought, engraved in all the time, make a forever warm, so, quietly in the heart.

The night felt, Xinghe vast, month soft as water is infinite, bead curtain manjuan, Diaolan silently, the breeze feather, reluctantly bid farewell, Miss through time and space, through my fingertips. Search through the JX trip, there resides in the Mo flowers. Every word Acacia, grind ink, a fragrance. The heart and the heart of no distance, nothing can block the two love soul hong thai travel.

Who is it? Keep the Millennium lonely, staring at the human vicissitudes, through the moving picture scroll, reincarnation in the three realms, to thousands of the world's selloff, causal worthy of fate of the edge. Who is in the dream, we exhibit one handle, drunk that Confidante feminine heart? A millennium Guyun, song for you, a woman's feelings.

Cannot conceal, blinking eyes flowing out of season, in the most deeply moved. Any thoughts over the years past, immersed in the memories of the warmth, gentle, warm. In life, you will always be my spring. The lingering shadow, fixed in with your fragment, into the eternal moment!

Articles of emotion, follow a zither rhyme, blow Xiao cloud water, air, in the style of Tang Song Yuzhong Rondo, through a thousand years. Rain in Jiangnan, as if you are my destiny in agreement, only for this agreement, waiting for you, willow shore dressed in white snow young, Tianshan Edgeworth, gallop, through the trials of a long journey, stepping on the stone paved path encounters and I leisurely, encounter in the quiet long long quiet rain lane. The night wind whistling, with my clothes fly, walk in beautiful West Lake, lotus pond, meet the broken bridge, Jiangnan woman umbrella with, bridges people, a beautiful Jiangnan picture. With a smile, and then frames Millennium looking eyes, just to be with you again white dream that drunk through the long. No regrets design together with the times, in this life only to meet with you, no matter how time circulation, let love will never change......

In this way, and you, spend every night and day.

The night was quiet, shallow light. Face a window to listen to, the dim moonlight of a soft wind, float to love sweet, warm frozen heart, two Xiangxi heart clung together. Even if the hair become white hair, your appearance does not change, I will expect, azure misty rain, and I am waiting for you. Next time, I will wait for you, stand in situ, and so you come to me.
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