laughing is her loose curly hair, scattered around her ears. Soft and soft as the flower shadow, the sweet of itching poured into your heart. It's a laugh - a smile of poetry, a smile of painting: a cloud's mark, a wave of waves.
who does not have two or three Ting Ting on the stem of memory?
a summer night in the mountains is as deep as there is no bottom; dark shadows and pine forests are dense; there is no light around. There is only one lamp on the mountain - two eyes like night, and the eye of night.
Anything can be replaced. Love, past, memory, disappointment, time... All can be replaced. But you can't get out of it.
true tranquility is not to avoid the hustle and bustle of horses and horses, but to cultivate chrysanthemums in the heart. Though the past is like the past, the sound of every day is still the same. As long as we eliminate our obsession, we will be at peace. If you can, please let me advance a period of time, such as lotus, even if it will be repaid one day later. When this rainy season will stop, there is no way to know. But I know.
it must be your finger, the light, the deep night, the dense grief; I can not help but the cheeks of red, quiet, this deep night strings of the vivid. I heard it through my heart, and I knew it, but how could I? Life is too early to depict her style. It is too weak for people to imagine beautifully. Unless you have such a day in your dream, you and I will climb the chord of hope.
that night my boat launched the heart of the river, and there was a dense star in the clear blue sky. That night your hand held my hand, and the lost starry night blocked the heavy sorrow. That night, you and I decided to take a direction. The two of US recognized each other's life.
forget the world; have you; mourn who has loved, fallen flowers, forget to go to these tears point of emotion.
you have given me the unbearable weight in my life. I will repay you with my whole life.
true tranquility is not to avoid the hustle and bustle of horses and horses, but to cultivate chrysanthemums in the heart.
on that day, everything will not be left. It will be less than a flash. It will be less wind and trace. You must forget that I once lived in this world.
the seasons of the earth are always changing. In spring, you leave many red spots, and you say goodbye.
the answer is very long. I am prepared to answer it all my life. Are you ready to listen?
if my tears had spilled out of my eyelid at that time, I knew that you would forgive me. You should believe that I will not surrender to sorrow, when I believe that I will be stubborn and loyal to life, even if life is as low as you say: by the narrow two way, even if it is rails, the heavy, the dream is generally tired!
hold on to the sign of sadness, touch the unsettled melancholy; in the evening, night shift, walk on tiptoe, all empty, no gentleness.
you learn the leaf's book in the wind to show, reveal every thought of your thoughts; every corner of your mind, your eyes look at me, keep talking: I still do not answer, a piece of silence always keep my soul.
I would rather turn into a fallen leaf, let the wind and rain everywhere, or a cloud, in the clear blue sky, and the earth no longer implicated.
you spread out like a thousand flowers! The fresh beauty is your every petal, more fragrant, then the warm and assail of the flower gas, accompanied by late cool: I say flowers, this is the spring of the teasing people, to steal people's infatuation!
love, not love. All the time.
laughing is her eyes, lips, and lips round the whirlpool. (Classic Quotations) as beautiful as dew and laughter, hiding in the flash of the tooth. It is laughter - the smile of God, the smile of beauty, the shadow of water, and the light song of the wind.
if my heart is a lotus flower, the middle of the cave is a bright wax, but if it is only that cut, I want it to be proud and brilliant.
despondency, pure and pure - that day, a flash of cold flame, a silent fall to the ground, it only proves that the loneliness of wisdom will eventually die in front of the wind.
you are the flowers of a tree and a tree. You are love, warmth, hope, and you are the April day of the world.
I love this rain the day after tomorrow, the grass of this plain! My heart did not follow the wind, and the wind blew away the vanilla and the leaves.