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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Fish and photo

Lonely, will always remember the life of every man. Because it does not see, so miss; because the miss, so lonely, so lonely lonely. Smile is the lonely coat, strong is lonely Propecia.

The meteor shot, too late to make a wish, fleeting.

You, illusion and reality, misty and vivid, as if a cloud in the sky; you, gently across my weakness, although only a moment, but leave a scar. After a while, the sun is still, the heart is coolManaged Network.

I, without too much. You are the wind, your world is million in the sky. I, a fish tail bamboo in the stream. Million in the sky, just a dream I leapt out of the water. Cloud in the sky, the fish in the water. The remaining, only the slightest cool.

You didn't mean to, but my heart was sad Best Restaurants in Hong Kong; I was in no mood, it makes my heart to you.

But, stubborn and look up at the sky, looking for the traces of you aveeno baby hk, increasingly blurred.
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The beautiful mother river

Today, my mother took me to the return of the native River, experience the beauty of nature, I feel very excitedManaged Security.

First stop: the Bank of the river

First of all, we came to the river. The wind today, warm, blowing on the river, the river laughed out wrinkles. The river is very clear, one can see the river fish. I totally intoxicated in this beautiful scenery. Mom called me, I came back Veda Salon.

Second station: Lotus Pond

Walked, we imperceptibly came to Lotus Pond. A piece of lotus leaf is covered with the surface of the water, a branch of the lotus stand gracefully erect, too beautiful. I couldn't help but pick up the camera "click, click" whack a, only careful observation on the lotus. I saw the lotus sister who put all kinds of pose, some crooked head, some bent, and waved to me. They look also each are not identical, be in early puberty, with half closed, there's been a smiling bloom...... Really let people see things in a blur. Add lotus leaf endure endure crowded crowded shoulder to shoulder stand together, forming a crooked green ripple mark. It should be Wanli Yang's poem "next day leaves infinite Bi, lotus flowers in red." Look at that come out of the dirty mud unsoiled lotus, I think, we are not should learn the spirit of lotuswomen clothing online?

Third station: Leisure Park

I was thinking, came to the mother and leisure park. Here the green grass, colorful flowers, tall trees, clean the seat...... All this makes people feel very warm, so that passers-by are here to stop for a while.

Almost noon, mother reminded me that I had to go home, and unable to part from to leave this beautiful place. Yes, this beautiful environment who does not aspire to? I sincerely hope that everyone to protect the environment, Protect environment, let our mother river more beautiful!
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The world of mortals

No matter in what season, as long as saw flowers, will be in my mind there emerges a name -- Eileen Chang. As a world wonder woman, Eileen Chang is not beautiful, but her words, whether it is dance, or silence, what kind of attitude is enough to allurewomen t shirts for sale .

This world of mortals, Eileen Chang gently, quietly and to, no dust, only get blurred. In September of that year, because of her departure, the wind a little more bleak, leaves a bit more beautiful

Think of Eileen Chang, my heart is always filled with worship and respect, which also have some sympathy and regret. When she was carrying a surd Taguo red, the original gray spatial instant multi color. When the sob her wandering footsteps quietly into the September, when every corner began more than a knowLED Light Design.

The name "Eileen Chang" was once the world forgot, now is the world back, she pursued, so hard and half wandering miserable, and she in the text on the trek all the way, let love her forever love deeply.

"To see him, she becomes very low very low, low to the dust, but her heart is joy, open flowers from dust." Whenever I think of this sentence back Eileen Chang sent photos of Hu Lancheng wrote, I have a shock. This can be a static world flowers bloom and the woman can love so humble, one can imagine, hidden in her aloof to the attitude is what a crazy for love heart.

If not for her love to proceed without hesitation, if not for her love of a moth, if not for her love that rigid, finally, how to "because to understand, so mercy" this word for love the most profound understand?

Many people always cannot help to think of, maybe she should not fall into the whirlpool of feelings and Hu Lancheng, more should not put his love for Hu Lancheng was buried in the grave, maybe she should be a paper umbrella, propped up a curtain of rain, hold one? The truth of the hand, I leisurely in the dust; or, she should a pot of tea, a volume of poetry, life in the red corner sat, ask fleeting resurrection, not with the secular entangled, but, if so, the world where countless people indulge in elaborating on about her legend? The world where many people wandering around on her front to back? If so, "and how Eileen Chang" this three word become a classic Chinese literature?

I fell in love with Eileen Chang because of her statement: "for the millions of people, met you, in thousands of people, in the boundless wilderness time, no early step, and no later step, as it happened, there is nothing to say, only gently ask: Oh, you also here?" I believe in love with Eileen Chang, mostly her words. I don't understand the charm of the text is much, when I met Eileen Chang's words, I know, there's a word can be like rain run silent, there is a kind of text can be silent footsteps to the human soul.

Fireworks fleeting time, Men's feelings are changeable., all knowing, Eileen Chang allow others to spread embroidered stories and malicious gossip, with a gesture of Enron in the world remain aloof from the world, her words and actions in each human heart with different projection.

Many people say that Eileen Chang should fall into the mundane world of elves, her sweet soul has come the clouds drifting away, but her story and her words are never really cleared with her, she has taken place even desolation, is also a kind of beautiful.

The world of mortals, Eileen Chang. Her a pen, write to the earthly fireworks, try to write the love hate love, but don't do their grief at separation and joy in Union, perhaps, is also a beautiful ending her last silent departure.

The years go by, her fragrance always float.

Eileen Chang's life, a real live, love clearly, her life and death is a kind of isolated position, when she like the flower fades, when she chose to quietly let your life is over, she left the world again is an eternal figure?

I always read her, read her bit by bit, I will through her words to touch her true heart, then, will hold a know, to find her lost old clouds in voice.

At the moment, I think of Eileen Chang, picture this picture: the love is low to the dust. The woman, a blue and white dress, with books, micro raises his head, through the misty rain, through the old Shanghai Nong Xiang, is quietly coming......
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