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 Posted: Sun 0:42, 03 Apr 2011 Post subject: Mo Red , who was crossing the other side of the pe |
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vicissitudes, dip my Half a face. Fleeting steal for, do not give up the hearts of share entanglement.
unconsciously and Cuotuo times a year old, had not the addition of a flat forehead, the vicissitudes of the rings, lost the last touch of fleeting desert flowers, the old downtown water season in years where lopsided. Slowly open the gates of memory, bit by bit sporadic always think of a number of old stories, counting through the past, there was laughter, there are tears.
always like repressed feelings in words to the monastery, like the U.S. to see essence of space, the text literary friends, many times will always be some residual sentence deeply infected with word segmentation. Gently read his diary written every one, each character is heavy Acacia tenderness. At this moment, thoughts worth of troubles, such as tightly wound spring, the vines in the heart, the loneliness of clutter everywhere, hungry heart tangled Acacia millennium, the tears fall of Lethe tell everybody you meet grievances. Development of a memo rice paper, ink grinding an ink stone incense, the promise of previous life, this life, do not write into a old legend.
Mo Red, who is crossing the other side of my people, hang around here with the promise of previous life shore crossing, quietly waiting for Iraqis to return date, but unfortunately [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], thousands of sail past the best, are not I'll wait for the people. I do not know the past life of the agreement you forgot, or I missed the millennium, reincarnation is always left empty in the Red cross to miss the most beautiful in the meeting. Qingshenyuanqian after all, he was journeying alone I lean on a railing at the sea. Breeze moon night, who knows I like Lin's mind.
repeated storms, how many sorrows. Gu Ying lost the next month, the Singing Sorrowful Acacia fertilizer. People say how wide the heart, love, there is far. Carefully to you, there are always different kind of taste in mind. Willow Lake Painting
video, boat rowing Pan-ha. Across time and space to recover the memory of the dream. Like every time your mind strong. Each time when the tempting tarried, every whisper when spoken, are so sultry hearts, slender willow stud countless Qingsi as I wander in your heart the sea, in the wind, listen to the voice of heartbreak , rain, telling the Broken Bridge on the timeless love story. Weak water
thousand, poured enough also, mottled memory blooming time last season. Broke our hearts to thoughts of love will be the perfect interpretation of the head. Meet with you in the rain, but less that the oil for you from the storm of paper umbrella. Love is the fullness of course, after a butterfly is deep-seated pain. Love comes quietly, and quietly leave. The pain of a love of beautiful marshes [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Wushan Yunyu suffer, since then, right close change horizon.
loved Wife found out, know the wine drunk concentration. Kulian five centuries, finally unable to repair was immortal. Millennium Yi Mei tarried still fly when you rub shoulders. Tears fall in place, full of the blood-red Bana. After years later, you can remember I have loved you deeply.
Red rolling too hastily, whose son Stone River and then make a wish:
five hundred years I would like to become a stone bridge, blown by the five hundred years, five years sun, rain and five hundred years. You only,
a particular year or month, one day, sometime [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Scattered light from me tread.
(Editor: Juelian Red)
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