The man was in the dim light

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where he did not use him or her, or this man, elegant with the man, a kind of longing for the taste but also a little out of reach, as if across a river in the appreciation of a person you like Can not you see her face clear, slightly hazy dubious taste. Not able to get anything because they were not her, but because so never met before, separated by a glimpse of beauty, but the achievements of the dim light of a US-love.

I think is a woman, in short, this person is you can not close, but obsessed with De fleeting love Love.

ancient poetry, always so beautiful, subtle, mixed with a touch of dash to say [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the melancholy infected with the bald, sad be worn on the head a most colorful flowers. Many graceful poems in the ancient burying many unforgettable love, a romantic vigorous field are made to pay for a river flows east, and finally into a freezing cold city.

is helpless? Flowers fall to even more melancholy [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but also to do? Left to do? Shop only the light ink on paper [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], will become the past, mind flourishes, turned into a blossoming open the ink on white paper flowers, knowing about writing youth Fu, light writing fleeting.

the end, you or him only a passing, their mood can only be The Hills, Geshi, inter-generational mutual encouragement to go out. I do not know the original heart of the people most afraid of, if consonance with each other across the hundreds of dynasties may also see a little heart to heart from the poetry subtle.

fear lovers! If the deep sea of emotions normally addicted to it, will sink to each other, sometimes a torture. Discretion is only suitable for shallow cup of tea, drink, or too strong if both were hypocritical and boring, so are most afraid of lovers. Lovers heart of love is a Dead Sea Wang, pen light by a fraction of the emotions, Dan Ma Dan Ma after the final solution to the water lotus, burst out of incomparable masterpiece, even so is still allows people to see Xinchan, this understatement can also be in my heart sad as it spreads slowly, into a boundless ocean, into a suffocating heart of a pain.

poet poetry is able to wet people, good poets to write poems with feelings, emotions must be someone to read. These things are only a short stay here, if that when I look back too much, can not create such a sweet surprise encounter by chance and, even more can not have the kind of trace of her thousands of Baidu's momentum, and everything is too short , overtaken streamer flies, everything is too hasty, had a chance to have ashes, most colorful touch of the erotic was dyed swallowtail, take a memo in blood, with this deception were stealing all the world into the reflection of the love to stay in the minds of caring people.

do not know of such a person to find out how many years? Year after year did not appear, that once they meet by chance in the sky on Lantern Festival, where joy to see her elegant side after they had children Jiuqi his heart, he did not know why people like to have such a moving their inner power? Is this what he looking for in a big crowd who had come back time? Is it really appears it! He almost stopped breathing, time to stop flying, fleeting as quiet as youthful, brilliant people gradually put the laughter in the ear ... ...

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quiet for a moment, he was This high rise fireworks disrupted.

suddenly in full bloom in front of fireworks Kuanghua, fleeting like a flower that will put the Homecoming Meijuan away, she has blurred in a brilliant fireworks, the only hear people's laughter sound, the number of young men and women carrying a green lantern came by, he did not know her name? He did not know where her body? He does not know who had been riding his generals battle! At this point he almost stopped breathing and heartbeat, forget who he is? Anxiety and anxiety accounted for the body, he only knew just who to find, if he only knew this life is to die goodbye no regrets on the side of the.

he worried, anxious ... ... led the powerful army killed the battlefield when he had not been so anxious, but now he is really anxious! Profusely haired wet skirts, even if terribly upset, but look how helpless she can not find trace of. This time, the world really is such a rush to miss that? His melancholy heart like water flowing under the pavilion, the people behind an uproar of laughter, he gradually away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd, alone, melancholy to come to this pavilion, and then leaned against the pavilion on the weak, silly looking the immediate water waves, watching the fireworks of a tree reflection in the waves, his heart becoming cooler, and just all like a remote dream, he seems to have been a dream of a thousand years time.

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naughty children will be a stone into the water, splashes numerous spray, those fireworks were broken too messy Depression, he sighed, looked up, and she again in the eyes ... ... that the bridge was on the woman standing by the wind, like a quiet night in the open flowers seek the black cloak covered her feet and red, dim lantern hand mention the ghost of her, she stood There, the wind of her soft hair, a pair of amber-like bright xingmou quietly looking into the distance. Kiosk

he stood, she stood on the bridge, the lights across the distant sea.

poet laughed, heart, Fucking. If he is a painter, will be best for her roll rice paper, painting a picture of her most beautiful Dan, will be unbeatable at the moment of her stunning paintings down. Unfortunately he is not, so they left the quatrains through the ages!

- no trace of her thousands of Baidu, when I look back, that person is in the dim light.

any case he met the man, or met, not long nor short life, offer all kinds of thoughts in the future days, there has been such a long time has shown signs of continued study thought. May be hiding deep love will not die out, because it is not the root of spring water, not break, cut right through, only office as it wantonly shed, little by little etching out their own flesh and bones, and finally etched into my heart, Even better, any one soul Do not leave, otherwise they will miss the broken-hearted song, will be swallowed into the boundless desire to bottom.

do not believe even though we offer all kinds of the worth of this world alone so a person can enter each other's soul, the deepest place in your plant Acacia trees form look like cinnabar red beans, for her You hold a lifetime of love. Our leisure time in romance tribute to the ancient poetry, but also pay tribute to their soul [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], however, these Emotional traces of light into your mouth than the ink in the world, in any case the words lovers always touched the hearts of lovers. As to that person, or affinity have taken, or never meant to miss and no copies or, in short, exists only in the soul. Will a few more years

? Tens of thousands of light years? When I look back, whether the time lost in melancholy and see the light? That whether the smiling children who fall asleep to? Even if it is a short brief, fleeting moment, also want to personally see with your eyes? Have thought of her paintings on paper? Written in the book? Or carved into the heart!

years later, when we look back, light hearted depths of whether there will be that person?