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 Posted: Mon 15:53, 09 May 2011 Post subject: Zixuan幽梦 |
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dust for a long time thought heart Zaifan came out, was not home flute echo, faintly Danyue care set off by slanting all the blows of the past, are uncertain as the candle that trembled shake flash , shaking the ground clutter of a right and wrong. The story of a spring locked wall, wall of people holding the key to lonely grind, rust stains clearly tainted by years of bitter astringent, and then in the honey sweet romantic touch phase, the outcome has not arranged No one knows.
I have to go looking for the Red on the road, wearing a purple dress that you uphold into my heart [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], regardless of the wind from the clothes, water clarity following my eyes, you'll be there any time I wet a thin Luoshan, I screwed another twist, break up of thousands of out of jade, tender and moist, this encounter will be wrapped into the ear, whispered, eyes softly Chilian, I missed the trap you dream of deja vu, no one would like to first wake up.
wind your hair, roll up the struggle, quietly climbed to my shoulder, I could not sort out as you pull out of the cloud free bun, Fu Fu also unstable, the solution could not undo. Crescent obscured the horizon of thin soft melancholy face, always there is nothing to say when, like I fell into the fans like you drunk like half open eyes of the youthful eyes unable to extricate themselves, I knew it was unbearable Weak water weight, but why in the season wheeled his devoted the day wore on the weight.
Who is using the old one with two lines of the pipa Yin idiot tears, how many people read good things come to light to stay under the plaintive strings? Factors play your hand into the horizon constantly looking bumpy road, one after another high-profile bass, shock hurt dejected sigh, the circulation of a hundred thousand turn back, you never did send a trace of the broken sound of omissions, Ruqirusu worrying about too much too tactful, but arrived back uncontrollably cries of which, carrying the debt situation is not down.
I took my expectations, Xu Cheng pulls smoke fleeting erosion, but also the heart of your glass, I used my ink concentration, the most flexible pen, carefully trace the blossoming Meijuan, glabella point of the plum makeup, Mouzhong live the blue, so Xiuqiao nose shape, lip infiltration by my cheeks vortex supergene pear, hibiscus good an elegant and refined face, and then a Qingyun Chuxiu the graceful posture. I gently put your poetry book, you will be leaning into a red calyx fragrance, listen to my banana drizzly rain, the wind knocking at my bamboo yo, with railings on the misty jade I see my weary melancholy look Fang, I cherish the anxious frequency and wine, Sauvignon Blanc I ask the disturbed, dream I Langtaosha of Hao Ran, and I painted Church of fresh spring, gives me joy every word pairs.
I look at you in sections from the Tang and Song came out to pick the open-book thin light westerly winds through the curtain, faint smile passed over Johnson stare waxy, soft and my wine and song of the sparse mad, you take a Hanbaoyufang Jie Yuhua, floating from the shock waves are not the Jiaochen, ripples long period waves surging upsurge me, when you are a gentle bow, shops spread out flat in the Qing Yun ze, graceful light of my Bend of the most exciting.
I sat in the corner of the window Xuan, take you in my shuttle between the lines, to borrow the moonlight crossing the water you boat, you have a mind of Artemisia long, cut off the melancholy of my pillow. The depth of my wine cup, you never disregard, this tour are you going to muddy the way a person go, only that I was left wandering the night in dismay. When I look back, bleak, singing, picking up along the Fanghua you left behind to polish my deep-seated stigma, those intimate moments I took a collection.
vast Red, only right here waiting, the original mind is a pair of white-haired old man floating down the phase nestling into the sunset afterglow, both day and night wound up holding a long memory, sitting on the ferry each other fine years fine to talk to, always affectionate with each other care, the year promises whispered into eras dull arm slowly spend the quiet, aside worldly hubbub troubles, regardless of infinite spring, just hold your hand [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], carefully counting the steady Under the poetic.
yellowing books [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I see you on the memo under the old plan whisper those words turn into a mottled piece of trivial, I forgot you still had time to drive tired, put pen to paper already not penetrate the intensity of The Lihen frown. Get people to say good luck, the original dream of all but empty, I'm still tangled with sadness, a little bit of memory to fill the gap. I pick up a piece Que Que Falling into a complete poem look like when it is aware of faded elegance, the less alone you.
I stopped into the deep in the past, recalling the period of infatuation wiped away, your shadow gradually fades out gradually blurred, there is no rain in the night I dream, will forever comfort cemented crystal tears, surface Fengqing thin clouds or on the expression, looking back you did not turn around, the pain in the scattered wave in the silent, and then did not dare ask your return. I finally was a step late fleeting, half-drunk half awake, I miss the words cut open, crush the vicissitudes of life with the Review, only left a few times does not sleep under the coldest month of regret: if time is casting haze of confusion, you will be my travel fatigue Why fall back on the road?
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