May is young , light summer smoke

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  May SJ did not expect, I am rich in the light of summer, they found you. Quiet summer, the air warm, floral silence, I heard the time to talk to. Did not intend to make a sound, just hope that some crushing sound, to the wind flow away slowly, do not break, nor to influence, this near-silence of the moment.
  May young and the Huai Hong overflowing. In front of you, I started simple, like strands of transparent fragrance, scattered into the wind, thoughts progressive, won a string in the simple fleeting years. Sweet and sour taste, are drunk in the fragrance of the Huai Hong. Depths of memory, trembling heart of the moment [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], as if yesterday, the lightly smoke the summer.
  I think that looking at you secretly sneak into the branches of the touch of crisp green, looked at from the makeup of the breeze, swaying aroma, gently Juqi sections of your smile, shallow dreams. That leaves it to spend, so quiet good. If it is a flying insect, the pain hit my eyes, I will certainly give up blinking.
  wind after the fall of a flower, just lying on the ground, they dip a little mud gray children. I went to pick up and gently shake off the dust, put in good care of palms. Petal soft, full, and the more closer look, the more close to her, not only attracted me the color of her elegance, her beauty is an independent stance.
  light summer wind, flowing a pure vitality, in the May sunshine, full of white engraved loving, full of youth.
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  South May May, I traveled south, all the way to fight is broken blue and white film. Amidst the Red, Lotus full path, but a pregnant silence from the thread, and the mind as Acacia. Who wait, who is growing old. Looking back, the memory is more moist and humid.
  visit the south, the most beautiful encounter, than the misty rain in the cloves, softened a paper umbrella. Bloom under the umbrella of a story, poetry's tempting plot, just me and you. If I make you enchanted, it is my intention to the arrangement [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you do not wake up, wake up it raw sorrow.
  take me home, along a section of Roadway, you shake a paddle, light passing through the small arched stone bridge. Hsiao slowly crescendos desolate far refused to nursery rhymes and came quietly, but so long waves wave heart, more laps ripples, all locked into a http slightly sweated brow you.
  Qinghuan you soon, so I'm not anxious to promote prevention, which the ship Smart reverie, almost falling in the water. Hint of a smile just for you, I would like to allow a heart Lan fluctuations. I am pleased to tell you, a pot of the finest Nver, already ready, just waiting for me, not drink mouth, the wine has been into the nose.
  v. homesickness I do not just want the bright light of your frown smile, you smile, look on the bright and clean clean again. I want to say to you [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you stand in the wind in early summer, Andi weeping willows, a little bit embedded itself in brick and black tiles in light and shadow is approached or gone? Bridges, water, people, dream of a southern spring!
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  far in May, May, have not been absent. Distance, field, or village.
  Renzaitaxiang, Acacia flowers. Far away, far less in my eyes, the time overlap. If the horizon is a lonely pursuit of the belief I would rather bear all the way east, east. May the sky was clear Delicate, elegant and warm thoughts from afar. Summer May
  light smoke, dust and sound Crossroad Lane every angle. Moonlit night, the wind blows, a surf pool, a pool of lotus shadow, disturb my mind like water, the static condensate dumping pupil of the eye. See you very close, but much insight. It turned out not far distant, and not of the World, a study room in mind.
  Nianhua smile, desire spiritual freedom, I am willing to be turning back a wandering monk. Peer selection and wind and rain in May, even in the evening sunset, or before the Kuteng old trees, still reserved as ever, silent poetic sadness.
  distance, I look up and down position quest!
  Should a person start to think, is the dream of the moon will be above the freedom of flight, a loss back, people flee. If one day, I began to look back, whether the wind will blow my eyes hurt, the pain in his heart, sense of direction. I lie [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I have for them?
  far, perhaps only in her heart. Some psychological distance, but never reach.
  In fact, I came to the place is also called the distance.
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  May miss if you remember, May SJ Hong season, when we met in the beautiful. I was so looking at you, then happy, then flowers. Standing branches in May, your gentle breathing, and you shed a deep feeling, I have a piece of paper in white chaos of the spring term.
  Jason Jiang May you remember where we met in the poetic space. I was so close to you, then sweet, was intoxicating. May lying dream, just for you to paint, let me as you string together black hair, blue misty rain promised commitments.
  who was smiling when I look back, who is accompanied Yuemanxilou moon? Sometimes flowers, the flowers are on, recalling the years of the depths of the Red, that touch of sweet prosperity, you are still pure quiet, do not worry stained light, but my heart has been towed, after being moved.
  Way back when, west window Candle total of language, how the lights alone this thin material. If the spring does not go, I do not go, but not if. I filled up and put the glass away from the thread, by the moon tonight, remind you gently, but not according to my loneliness. Despite thousands of glasses of wine, obscure on March worry.
  my morning in May, the light one morning, then please do not busy, let the soul herself to silence Rays, let the time just walk through light summer shy. A lonely heart will be sleep walking to inhabit the dew on the crystal eyes, the fast-paced world, so wonderful, sometimes close, sometimes far away.
  When the moment my back pack and went, and tears, all through the rainy season. May the wind, more than once to conceal my tears, the pain I'm full of scars blowing thoughts, my heart smoke, as if destined to like this light summer-like misty, misty ... ... May 20, 2009