Looking at the distant place Yu Lan, Ren reverie boundless sky, can rise so the slightest little narcissism, wind like clear heat like clouds distant, please allow me, in their own country station in the Crystal Tower in vain, if the Tianshan snow lotus like cold lonely.
Life, like invisible prison gripped people breathe in the brain, a circle is not confined to hook the thought of You Yan. The beauty of clear eyes, wasted time is pinned, be realistic overlooking the pride, in the confused state. They find a heart land of idyllic beauty, alone in the quiet place.
When the nostalgia became a classic disease, grief and stubborn disease, in this season regarded as hopeless. Thoroughly, clouds and sky extends to finally be passionately devoted to be blue swallow, silk winding is precipitated in the memory of the Milky way. Know not say goodbye, there is provided during the emergence into the world, is missing or nightmare, leaving if not the nirvana rebirth, drowning three thousand is fallen, fallen flowers.
Deep autumn, only in the deciduous montreal.
On the distance, we in the respective fireworks, her heart gradually stranded on the shore. Smile, let the mood exhaust exhausted in the wind, flowers, snow, rain, night; changes in the weather. Gains and losses of fetters, a thing of the past, pale appearance inability to retain streamer flies, will retain the original purity, but found that the weak cold fingertips, always so powerless. So the choice in the busy season will heart stealth, the uproar in the sink any since decadence. To the heart from the secular, emotion reposing in the text, with a paper sincere affection, V. Wang tears.
Passing scenery may never become better, a person will have all the feelings buried deep, make their own living nature, in light of the sun, touch a curtain of autumn, let the heart indifferent to, such as the wind swaying out of clouds, a cool and light blue, and cultivated a barren, writing alone leisurely.
Seasonal change of reincarnation, sculpture with lazy days, the mood v. and light wind, leisurely clouds swirling as the bulk of the text, as many of the scene in a person's mind world gradually into nothingness. I miss talking, light, weak light, tangled, confidante. Alone a feeling, elegant attitude towards the past, derivative alone safe and beautiful.
The sky Quantm, deep tunnel and remote wipe, several white clouds, like silver wire strands embedded in blue satin. Ge Sanghua in the autumn wind gently swaying, faint scent slowly emanation ... ...
Hiding in a cocoon. The butterfly, separated by a deep time, block up the world behind the beautiful, overturning empty redundant time to watch, clear eyes as cold rolling rolling landscape, gradually fading into dark a, that life on this peaceful space interpretation of ethereal to extreme indifference.
