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Misty rain in south China Dr Renew, 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! A brook clouds, jiangnan willow bank, a shade misty rain, dream of you, always have a dim poetry, across the long march, at the beginning of the dream is the most branches, one kind is open for you, sweet meaning far charming is spruce, colorful extraordinary splendour of wonderful and filled in the fresh orange ochre away from, woven out of the endless intoxicating leisureliness. After several cycles, only pursue you walk the world. Empty soul, banished memories, let you engraved in my mind, in my heart. Not for spoony, not for the humble, only willing to stand with you on the top of the world, see all busy, meet the most beautiful season, spend all the luck in my life, give me the equality and independence. In a time of life, for you to write a long poem, let my love in the dust and sends out a the most beautiful fragrance. Miss memories, unable to get rid of the deep imprint in my life. Left a thick fragrance and infinite aftertaste Dr Renew, Natural and unrestrained to dance with the pen, I talk with the prints of a romantic. Gentle deep into the beautiful heart, in the transmigration of life again and again, the wisps theemotions carved with you in the heart the most beautiful appearance, in the long dusty in and out of the model to the bud, in the spring flowers bloom, send out an attractive aroma, presents the most brilliant bright. Youth is full-bodied, scattered fly the fragrance of incense, wen wan my emotion, left a noble and beautiful forever, beautifully, upon flow ripple along the years. And precipitation in eternal memory on the empty spirit elegant words, sweet diffuse into the hopes of sleep, smoke lock floor, qin month fan xiaoxiang, hear you shore sound: "Jian Jia maturity, the vast white dew, a beautiful woman, another side of the river..." Really want to and you charge a hoe, splashing tenderness in the spring fields, sowing hope, make a sweet savour, collect all the fallen petal lingering fragrance, to rest your spring dreams, let this curved incense moon waiting for you. That idea of coated paper, cruising to the sea, your heart long complained of feeling Dr Renew. Three years of waiting, the dream of jiangnan, an affectionate, tender of the township. How many touching stories from here, the one thousand misty rain, as if to tell the site of some of the beautiful, sad love hate goodbyes. The misty rain misty here, the rain splashed down in the qing shiban, is she dropped tears, is lonely helpless, is a beautiful zen, is yet silent sigh! Misty rain in south China, with a fragrance surplus sleeve, an ink around the shoulder, with water light sorrow, spectrum an elegant piece of mysterious charm, in the water of mae, strike a chord with many people. To the mountains, but I have been looking forward to for too long, is a cloud of winding is too short, or the pursuit of the wind come late, only on the blue sky, leave my endless miss, meet at each edge of the night sky of stars, not together, the ends of the earth, may recall. Had the opportunity to know each other, without her love, pale hamming month, forever. Nye, on the Banks of river crossing water deep and remote Yang; Forget the sichuan side, blue waves the cold shoulder. Leave in one thousand, as a swing, a cavity muddy tears, ups and downs accumulation and dispersion in another life. More than waste time silent, only this life hate late; Time such as cut, cut, a sigh. Cold starting at first glance, lonely companion, long standing in the wind, want to be dry. Rain eaves be vexed, feihong smoke from the far end. Time like plate, the life is like climbing, have to wait, which satisfied thick place, through the ages a proverb. How much hatred, all is for galling! |
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