A man passing by a horse

Window, desolate village, vaguely in waiting a unexpected agreed. Skew wind holding drizzle, disseminated with haggard eyes, wet with crisp camel bell. Have curl tea, transparent window, in lips, was perplexed. Flute, with that a wisp of tea. Light and smart, like in the heart, and like cloud. Solitary smoke rise. In desert sunset between, in I moistube cheek, leaving a thin cool. Desert distant eyes, of shallow a peck, like still of spirits, burning my desire eyes. That faded red makeup, stay in the painting story, stubbornly, wet my emotions, mind also in pipa in entanglement. At the time, that in heart dense long-non-, flutter out, in the desert and Jiangnan, in Castle and Lake, in desolation and tactfully between, in a Millennium cycle after, and get my the sight of all. Grass failure. Cicada cold. Ningmou. Read the this situation self-can be nostalgia “… In shu jian, in the desert of the sunset, I see Jiangnan alleys faint, Moss Scabbers. In shu jian, in waiting of the sea side, I touch you fingertips dense temperature touch by face glide pathos. In shu jian, in you woven of yilianyoumeng, I hold to you warm breath, I see you familiar and thin cheek, handsome, like Tiger sniffing rose. In the wide Jiangnan in the east, the Flying river, I see you vibrating purple wings, such as month under a sake, such as beauty put on of seduction, such as wandering life unrestrained swordsman, dressed in white, a long sword, from my window, from desert depths of the horse. Wheels rolling. Yellow sand man juan. Jiangnan? Desert?! Desert? Jiangnan?! Space-Time trance, picture overlapping. In my heart circulation thousands of times, end is difficult to distinguish, and difficile. Want to gently call you, want a real ningmou, want to freeze that for life picture. Just, tears are the emaciated Messenger, without comfort, has departed. di hua fluttering. Beiyan south gui. Who in Sigh, Iraqis sleepless? Symbol of war, langyan rolling, is soul fire dispersion. All in all is vanity. You beautiful Qingwan text, telling soft sad circumstances, man juan the euphemism tranquil emotion. River boat shake, upstairs curtain recruit. That Wun Sha women’s, and Yiyi smile, spotless, such as water of Lotus. Is your amorous, attunement Tang Poems, red paper small print, wake up how many women’s sleeping long for; Is your sad, will Acacia sorrow staining, song to make wine residual, only that flute in between the cloud water air-to-air circulation. Caused human, confidante-sick hero distraught! Who made the time machine, let dynasties, time dark changing? Past life, you read the Psalms, sway a Xiaoling, in future, such as fireworks, blooming bright; In red dust, sludge don’t dye. That past life, I must be path Jiangnan, in that a review of the moment, see you fold under Jiangnan of a willow, will Acacia graft in West River, Qinhuai River, and White elegant, linger back. Deep autumn, night dark. Text is Zhongnan shortcut, easily fit the trials of a long journey. Think that lilac trees under, who is poking the strings? There are red notes and small words, which are easy to talk about; The words flowing from the fingertips are round and smooth, which makes people shake their souls and feel intoxicated forever. Night, lights residue. Think that between words, white feisa of men, is song raise with residual, with flower and sleep? Or a sleeve raw cold, rain in night, high city looked away? You, dressed in white, otherworldly, cruising in the mortal world, wandering in lakes. Will a gentle lingering heart, swirling, and collection. Jiangnan of talent countless, you’re the san qian years most dust man. Without reading, and lakes champion; bestfun, airflow fairy. Throw fruit Pan, handsome reward du Lang, a gu a hope, ten Wanli Jiangshan, do the wind light cloud light! In Qinhuai River, West Lake, in green haunting Jiangnan, in Tang Song Yuan charming, you intones the Qinhuai Triassic, the meihuasannong “, in two and moon twenty-four bridges under, small Cup the Yan Huan. Have tea have, high-rise monopoly. I heard that, among the crowd of thousands of people, the Childe looked back, just like the roses blooming in the moonlight, with the charm of the flowers shining near the water. Wheels, sand far to go. Suddenly want to, Heaven conjured so delicate men, why placed heart of it all human society? It was a dust of fairy, love such as gardenia-like purity and delicate. It is a cup drunk thousand Hou, crown cover manjinghua, wandering’s handsome son, it belongs to heaven fairy, you of a gu a hope, let a person soul led West Side Story. This world have so A is you is your, zhi shu yu ni of shui shang ren jian, also only you is there most beautiful picture scroll. There yuemanxilou, there whispering as snow. There fragrant grass, there Black hair winding, there butterfly lightly, there Xiange light overflow. That’s Xiao Lang and lakes. The familiar man holding the book was the boss of yuqingcheng. That flute flow transferred is Xiao Lang Heartsongs, that night thin film in exile is Xiao Lang contented home. As if the sound of horseshoe came, in the vast desert, in the subtle heart. Dust, banging on the window lattice. Horse and over you, Heart also have familiar shadows lightly? Is it also flowing with yellow sand and dust all over the sky? Ever wished to, in was removed in West Lake of Tears red makeup after, will the desert camel bell hanging intestines distraction? Accidentally, bookmark slipped. Bookmarks are on the longing of breath, you antique handwriting. Tanabata, miles away, acquaintance gift. I moved by heart, collection kamma). Stretch out your hand, pick it up, and hold it. Miss and lingering, not shed and attachment, in that instant do pass. Goosebumps, a myriad of thoughts

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