Swirling around the autumn wind, I looked up, gently, think that I can travel through time and space of the eye, let you perceive that a persistent lingering in my heart. A gust of wind, suddenly eyes corner across from me, silent, I look up to, can't see anything, only see the wind leaves the bleak appearance.
Of my eyes, she climbed to the treetop of shoulder, quietly thin blow away a piece of yellow leaves, ramshackle fell in the side of the road. Lack of yellow leaves are the autumn wind shake cluttered, heart can't seem to seek - a real peace of the soul, just want to hide the emotion in the depth of text, even to heart cold fearless. Don't ask leaves home? In the coming year, because of love, she still graceful in the treetops, sending out green loyal Benedict.
Waving the trace of youth between pen and ink, deep in the QingJian text flow out a kind of a friendship, at a crossing at the night, who's gaze afar, that familiar with the direction of, don't know when, in the line of sight, in their heart, have become blurred. Original across time shoulder, can also with forgetting himself in space and time in the past, is not willing to look back again and again, it is not, or already forgotten himself in the past, lost its way, emotional already fell into silence in the clutch, autumn can no longer be happy to pick up again.
Back up the bags and hid the fall into the eye, like the full mountain flying red maple, like to kiss that covered trail wild chrysanthemum fragrance of stranger, light fragrance lingering between nose, permeated with the autumn taste of happiness. In this lonely mood, perhaps only the scene, can let the sad temporarily forget, even if forgotten is short, have been satisfied. Sometimes in thought, my heart, ever never have a quiet, the heart always flip and turbulence in the season alternation.
Of my eyes, she climbed to the treetop of shoulder, quietly thin blow away a piece of yellow leaves, ramshackle fell in the side of the road. Lack of yellow leaves are the autumn wind shake cluttered, heart can't seem to seek - a real peace of the soul, just want to hide the emotion in the depth of text, even to heart cold fearless. Don't ask leaves home? In the coming year, because of love, she still graceful in the treetops, sending out green loyal Benedict.
Waving the trace of youth between pen and ink, deep in the QingJian text flow out a kind of a friendship, at a crossing at the night, who's gaze afar, that familiar with the direction of, don't know when, in the line of sight, in their heart, have become blurred. Original across time shoulder, can also with forgetting himself in space and time in the past, is not willing to look back again and again, it is not, or already forgotten himself in the past, lost its way, emotional already fell into silence in the clutch, autumn can no longer be happy to pick up again.
Back up the bags and hid the fall into the eye, like the full mountain flying red maple, like to kiss that covered trail wild chrysanthemum fragrance of stranger, light fragrance lingering between nose, permeated with the autumn taste of happiness. In this lonely mood, perhaps only the scene, can let the sad temporarily forget, even if forgotten is short, have been satisfied. Sometimes in thought, my heart, ever never have a quiet, the heart always flip and turbulence in the season alternation.
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