< p > in this from the thick haze washover and Shanshan's late spring, I love dense into a pool of unrestrained spring, in the boundless night, metamorphosed into a cup and a cup of colorful amber,, drunk, drunk, and drunk.
< p > spring night, outside of painting the bridge already Liu smoke a little, but I languidly dwelling in a small room,, for fear that the chilly spring chill touch fragile and sensitive heart. Light out of the window, Yang Hua, Yulan Susu, Sakura drunk Yan,, green grass, birds flitting about. But ah, these beautiful, in the misty spring, only belongs to them, I seem to have what.
and I will put a bright spring three, a loved one, a city to smoke Willow Bridge painting,, to a distant future.
no, the resentment, worry and sadness are locked into the deep courtyard, no longer searching. Take a box carefully folded kite, I want to go to town for a rich spring, flying a long dusty heart.
< p > spring at the head of the river, gurgling water, which years rolls down the passage; spring in the branches, see peach hilarious, which honor the fate; spring in the rain, watching thousands of umbrella million posture, which is in charge of the bitter hate melancholy! Look at the sky, a dark landscape, shining out of the flowers, no intention to stay. What makes me feel scared! I want to put the boundless spring into the courtyard, locked into the bottom of my heart, so that >
< p > conscience in this spring, crushing tedious day and natural, and the limited time to tear into Cecil strands, but alone can not be a slight gap with the look of sorrow for you!
< p > the spring has passed, twilight again, you see flowers are not flowers, willow is willow view, the vicissitudes of life everywhere, how do you read through the plights of spring. There is no separation, but better than no parting; but only hastily gathered, dreams. Love has become a section of love, became countless neither friendly nor aloof; but the wandering shadow close at hand.
in the empty floating rain alley, you quietly walked slowly away, cut a picture sad, lost spring picture. How much you want love affectionately call, how I wish accompanied through the moonlit night, your eyes only a misty light clouds.
no, this is not my intention. I think,, in a sweet sleep,, give you send to wave after wave of affectionate blessing; in chicken morning sang the sweetest melody,, for you to send a branch of elegant exudes a faint fragrance of the lily; in the bustling crowd,, give you distinguish belongs only to you the freedom of heaven and earth; in the dye with the hazy sunset, you shoot a world away from the hustle and bustle of drunk beauty image. As you hold an umbrella for you to put on a coat; you cut a wisp of spring brings continual sorrow, happiness for you.
really, I want to take the most beautiful spring, Gudang into love of sailing,, in the vast river sea,, sailing together with you!
Time: 2013-03-29
