Tuesday, August 23, 2011

a smile


Light cinnamon, reminded brilliant years. A ball in the call of the incense nine, set foot in here, walked into the cinnamon. Looking at this piece of land, found that the familiar with how once attachment, who those people are worth what is worth waiting for.



 Cinnamon is so charming, drunk, they don't want to wake up.At this time of MuXi, is still in JinSu open, fragrant guang jade leaf only rejected. But without the Chinese rose turn foil, lingering fragrance fills the air, soil of the pagoda AiYan bump.

                     oakley sunglasses
Have a plenty of stands of humans is drab, intensive cement dull, smooth plastic of icy cold.If a dream, dream of floating all all become empty. Win or lose, the mask questions a smile dream ever sleeve.

 It was FengLiang, sad, breaking into a butterfly wings, cocoon around buried three load side and thoughts, and sorrow to hang the brow.LiuShao lonely, the nightingale, flying across the lake, most singing their grief, describe that year absence, easiness, number of missing, fell a volley rebirth.
The nightingale dim and lick wounds, alone in love. A piece of sorrow, into the autumn warm source. Because osmanthus flowers, is the wind smile. Beauty is still looking, aromatic, copy is like still cycle, wheel back to the days of we met.


At the time, at the time of the osmanthus flowers, or change. Only time and chance in a hurry, diffused to keep. For we keep the osmanthus but, keep a pure, a warm, that a friendship.
The white clouds, wei color the sky, the autumn wind slowly, aimless dance, ching butterflies ornament, pedestrian sluggish pace. Jade leaf rosette JinSu chairs, aromatic diffuse, drunk the cloud, the intoxicated by the trees, the ChiZui creature.
Filar silk, "sweet diffuse dance. Now, looking back at this time in this heart, as also.
The dream cinnamon float, the dream XianKe open, the dream dreams, all is in the double day guangxi months.
A piece of shallow word of sorrow, rally, I said, and it is hard to leave thousands ways. Quiet month, and the midnight sky on line, the attack on the eyebrow to cover sorrow.
Weak wind and sweeps the incredibly leaves.
Looking out of the window, quietly elegant and gently beautiful moon, will they be fragrant edify? However, suck the escape fragrance, quietly off to sleep.

No comments:

Post a Comment