The evening wind kisses the lotus leaves and leaves, leaving me drunk by the pool.
m21373.cnIs suddenly a sour nose, eyes a wet, feel so small to do nothing.Parting is the pain of going and staying.

Lotus out of the window, white lotus clothes buried in the sparse cold moon. It seems to have told me that every feast is a wake-up call.Would you like to drink tea in white clothes, the breeze and the lean horse to sing another song? It's raining in June.Whether you will also search in the crowded streets, looking forward to meeting in the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi lane.

I can't help watching you grow old. There are so many unexplained mysteries in our destiny that we can't control ourselves so much.It is said that life is like a play, but why always direct the ending of others at the beginning. There is no trace of yesterday in the known ending. Taste all kinds of pear garden taste, flowing days will wither. You see, you are still the green clothes in the play, performing a beautiful death scene with your soul under the flowers.

Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, return to the hometown, just want to see the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court like this; go or stay, look at the clouds in the sky unintentionally.
m21373.cnSecretly love a person who will never fall in love with you, what he means to you: once a daydream, then a night dream.I want a time machine to take me to have you every day
Hugging is the most beautiful language in the world.Your eyes are affectionate sea full of flowers degenerate all my warmth.
I will never forget the future I painted in the sky with youHe's like a moon. There are so many stars beside him.