Jade Snow Rourou, du not far stacked Song Feng; gold wind weak, not warm green near Tang Han liu. In the season of the cracks, Mei Rui smiles, tears of ice powder, and with whom the show?Road
Yi sang westerly, the meditation Tianya road. Water sound like old, more crow loud words.
The time of the lintel, light solution time Luo shirt, shake off a lapel fragrance, smoked drunk interdigital line, wet shallow ink gaily painted pleasure boat, Niao raised thousands of aloes. Ask, the Italian poetry, painting, who to?
Down south, unruly white, amidst the drunk the setting sun, into whose eyes? Long road, pieces of hooves, thin degree westerly, provoked whom love? I do not know that the annual figure, was thin but much sorrow; I do not know that the mist, once the lock several world of autumn.
The Speechless into poems, Mo ask now is when. Ten Zhang soft red tied not to be a total, 1000 up too late.
Wei Pavilion, wind sent flowers with snow flying, little is the tears away from the people. A few autumn cold Cui as the pale? A few degrees of winter snow flying plum blossom? How many ice Mou Han Tang empty sadness? But still, Xingyue vaguely, Is it right? Because snow north into the south of the rain? Because the south of Mei drunk in the north of snow fog exhibition Hong Kong?
Pillow a plum blossom dreams, through thousands of years, the distant green conservatism as snow white moonlight, in her soft arms, warm into a watery ocean. Cut a heart Mei, quietly blooming, a piece of the crystal, trickle of incense, to love each night, dense in my blurred distance.
Department of your life situation, negative I thousand lines of tears. I know, the distance is a curtain of rain, I hope not to wear and I know, the coir raincoat rain in my life is not dry wipe the tears. So, I put the spring rain Butterfly Conservation in winter plum wing, and the iceberg Lengyue Shoucheng summer stream, in the red dust in the deep valley, the mountain of the rhythm, but also has three variations of plum blossom heartbroken.
Oblique Twilight secluded heart place, flute drag a smoke tree. The Mou as snow thousands, even light cold du. Still, as before, the pain will tilt the mist.
The Miao Miao, Mei Xiang Yang yang. Many gathered? A broken heart? Know that last night's dependence, will the pain of parting today. Know that the ancient sentimental much weeping, can long red dust, there is always a time will let you life, there is always a very touching name, that you were in the teeth would not discard. Blue moon, your video, so meaningful. You step by step breeze there I will know, your eyebrows a touch of sadness I will understand.
Perhaps love is be very worried about, maybe love is forever do not loose the pain, the tears I like, breaching of the dike, the cloud water side you dyed flat Zeze's poem.
If not met, how will Luigi Nono? If you do not have to depend on each other, and can tolerate the pain of parting? If you don't leave, how can we know how is our shared?