Red Years past smoke

Red Years, Purple Haze shrouded, seemingly clear sky, yilianyoumeng suddenly and return home, chaos, near and far, to birds and flowers, like a poet, Let Love wafting rainbow over past lives, start searching journey. Stroll red, Midnight Moonlight, hold miss, climbing, in sleep edge circulation, will you? Have you ever forgot we sentimental vow? Remember, we met that season is Qiong Yao poem season [remember the autumn], also poem out of a: Remember that season, we swim together, I took a handful red leaves, you pick a bunch Lu won, Mountain in treetops blowing, grass in-pendulum waist, we relative gaze, autumn in our hands. Then we every day lightly stepping on Horizon Sunset of happy, with Rose fragrance carefully woven into love Garland, worn on time of head, you also always along with my eyes paved road, roll in, we with playfully hand in hand crushed shadow of the Sun; With sunset in the lake on water shouted: I love you, which surprised her fish on the River rippling layers happy ripples, poke our hearts Bobo earlier affection. Really, we like Cocoon Butterfly, elegant flying, excited happy, I and warm up own destination, blindly chasing you shuttle, suddenly discovered, I how to catch up with your footsteps, you have leave me out in a splendid garden, gave me a touching legend, I blurred, lost, never find its way home. If you prepare to the other side, leave me a Grieve not back, let me grow into White Lotus lying quietly in time in the lotus pool, swaying, for you left unattended a pool fragrance, as my childish heart will become good beautiful beautiful. I will care together with full blessing, mounted on the wings of a bird, the warmth of the Sun, side happy envisaged, over seas, accompany in your side. I gently time exile fingers, with disillusioned text, affectionate took my future, not for spring; Not clear, only willing to just wait for time baizhuanqianhui, accompany Miss with tread setting sun shining. nian zhuan Red, a few degrees bitter, I still persistent, still blooming flower-like gentle, often review, quietly moist in the dream, wet eyes are wet heart, many years and years behind lingering, have shallow wind, can not go back, eventually pass, that’s all. We mournful pass, I wind sigh, love tired, heartache, tears, come to an end, once the vows of eternal love, turned, slip away’s in the twilight dusk after. Busy fall, who in the dead help piano flick, drop bombs a Idle sorrow? Who let gentle enough text bearing the sea change mulberry field memory? I miss gently folding, with water of the tenderness, strung wind chimes, labeled blessing, hanging in your window, in every midnight dream meet with you, although lost this life, but we expect hereafter to cycle reunion. Red quicksand, passing of night, I stand no street signs of time, waiting for Bana open, no matter when and where, I behind you waiting; Your back, as if a ray of breeze, disrupt my dream, in layer upon layer of miss, only dream most true, just a quietly turned, a smile, let me slander, drunk in your lovingly eyes, cannot extricate oneself, please don’t cruel to verify my love have multi-love is true?. Ethereal boundless miss, like stars, embellishment time of stars, a prosperous, a kind of happiness, and moist my four seasons, the end is fleeting with a scenery, make me happy distressed with collection of. Some feelings, destined to be dream lingering; Some people, destined to be love lingering, such as fog, smoke. Red everything, wind chen xiang, flowers bloom, Flowers Laugh, Sky yi qing; Flower tears, a flow war. In the fingertips transfer in, mottled how much red dream? Exile in wind crying. Luo Dayou in singing: like water flowing away time, changed everyone-Ancient times men have thousands knot, a season, a flower, a parting really is put Let, think no use, have a touch-less pain, have their own a city, as its own most warm place, there with shallow tenderness, through poem lines, and unconstrained style, heart Like water, gently charming midnight dream of thin cool, with nothing but words affectionate, to edify falling into mud sadness and deep bitter. Red water, spring, summer, autumn and winter, blossom flowers. Years such as running water, was coming and flow past, seemingly every day, but in inadvertently record different details and story. Once past, with light longing, in journey wandering, leaving endless memory. In time of red dust, falling window, flowing into a river. Splashing layers of ripples. Ethereal past, hazy such as yarn, Light rhyme mezzotint, lingering, but call not to, lost in the brow, vaguely aware gentle, elegant in mouth, still warm. Is it sad no-cut? Not necessarily, because most hurt most pain in heart, Try tried to forget, but always in the heart of a corner buried, wind blows, falling autumn melancholy. Time in quietly drifting——how much happiness; How much confusion, speckled with way, shop in heart, flying in words, stay half-drunken, pack past smile, still so clear and moving, why not in feeling let oneself slowly growth and maturity; Let heart release; Let thoughts fly freely, read out the beauty of life, understand life charming! Perhaps pass fault; Perhaps beautiful encounter, I don’t know, like a cannot wake from dreams and everywhere I go? Heart is wandering, enchanted or heartbreak the same beauty——something, beyond words, can not let go of and the pain inside as heavy. After all let I loved; Romantic; Tense; Enjoy; Happy, also made me regret; Sorry; And sadness over; Loss; Cry. Before I could see clearly on unsuspectingly passed, time to dilute the moldy tian lao di huang, although I get fragmented, black and blue, but I have no regrets, never forget met a. Memories, light; Sadness, a touch; Old songs, light; Happy, light; Mood, light ——– light fleeting. In those days, in that pure white youth in, wrote our or happy or sad, or sub-or poly of a page, create a beautiful called mature, pick up of memory is eternity. Happy, sweet, sad, painful——-wrong wrong on, actually just lived experience. Hold yourself a unique heart, keep a simple concept, and love with life! The fleeting those people, those things, those who love too true, got in deepest——red traveler, love still, people beyond, love to have gone with the wind; Past smoke, wine wei zui, heart broken and, red a dream; Zhichitianya, as a mirror month stronghold, say not clear helpless and helpless; Former and Moon, whether for understatement of the posture to a cavity heart Poetry Ink, let past-style had no trace? Colorful World, temptation whose eyes, lingering whose red love? Red, shallow, seamless, silent, silent, like it. Red Years, past smoke, all along, only revel, can live Xiaoxiao Sasa, free—– Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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