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Read you, I the misty rain of chiang-nan, dip in on the color of spring, the outline, use the imagination to copy, you warm the appearance such as yesterday. Look for you, thousands of baidu, in the dream, in the green flag paved lane that, looking back at the whole you are lights dim. Just for one casual rub shoulders, I began the long waiting for you. And meet with you, that is, a flower of time, I cherish every minute and second, only wish, all will meet with you every fragrance, careful collectionalexander hera pre wedding. . Ink jiangnan, is lingering in my dream. Clear water, blue sky, green grass green, elegant wicker with soft warm wind, gently caress amorous willow green dam. Blue skies, spotless, here's a flower, grass brick, write full of acacia feeling thick, everywhere filled with beautiful dreamland, fields are always close affection, pulling my colourful dream. A blue, with a fragrance, a warm romantic legend, beside the Bridges, flowing. Exchanges between the wind stopped, a kind of pure and fresh, a kind of light flavor, refreshing, drunk arch eyebrows curved. For all the way, missing wings, light and hazy, in silence, time in the distant horizon, diffuse into the sky lingering misty rain, gently aspersing jiangnan ink painters. Jiangnan graceful and restrained, is my dream and not go to chi. Trinidad warbler crow green red, how many number crunchers in the misty rain. Bibo, green blanket, delicate and charming, wicker into line, misty rain into the ink, liquid daily soft warm wind, low eyebrow gaze, little smile enron, a bosom of such as lotus heart, beard needle lines, the inlaid with wen wan, for you, finely woven deep and remote dream a curtain. Perhaps, I am one thousand years ago the violet flowers in front of Buddha, one thousand years of waiting, waiting for one thousand, not to turn undead, j for you pass by me, when you look backalexander hera! Th is gorgeous blossom for you, whole life tenderness for you! Waiting for you, without regret this life; Wait for you, in the graceful and restrained jiangnan; Waiting for you, in a dense ink! Misty rain in south China, is one of my dream the most beautiful picture. Drizzle, such as silk, fly around the shoulders, acacia dye ink, water thrown into. A foggy and rainy lake, leaf WuPengChuan, hold a pole tang Song Yu, swinging a moonlit Ming lake twenty-four bridge, ship rain I painted with you sleep, a song you hatred between knot, thousand cups of all light, drunk beauty. LouTing song xie qing li wen wan, mist mountains, fireworks thin shear, twittering, dense smoke, smoke screen. The wind light cloud, everything is so elegant is detached. People in the middle, wake up I do not know the body is the guest, one day greedy huan! Was born in the north, but in jiangnan has a special kind of emotion, don't give up the attachment. Dream of jiangnan, which is dense a graceful and restrained word in my heartAlexander Hera, a Que bei dao is lingering in my dream, chant the ancient rhyme, compose the eternal legend. I remember, a shade almond flowers small rain jiangnan, I hold a knife folding umbrella, a suit of quietly elegant, LianBu shanshan. The antique green flag, I stood in smoke rain water, would you want to look around, waiting for you a hit from the blue. A trace of bitterness lock eyebrow bend, a thread of sorrow, in the deep and long corner, ran agroundnu skin 如新... |
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