Shanqingshuixiu beautiful spring scenery, roufeng Xiliu Yin chord. Early spring along the Bay trail tracks, go back to the swallow is not cold, bleak intertwined with our thoughts. Dawn away green dreams, thoughts were stained with the pen, in the diary to write not flooded with memories. Who is in my dream. I smile, who dreams leave clear memory, in the wake of the edge who in chewing sadness. In purple recesses of a broken heart, how far from the well-being. Who broke the fragile eye? Let the tears gathered a lake Bibo, who can gently away from my haze, desire is just a legend, the interpretation of in fairy tales. Early spring cold still, flowing in the text or the Qingqiao hint.
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Mo empty look who accompany, again sad lonely with. Write their own innovative poetry, listening to the distant song "creation", enjoy the fleeting loneliness. Fireworks easy cold, good dream fragile mind, the outcome is not expected, somewhere already. Shaking hands holding a paintbrush, depicting the vicissitudes of the helpless, never painted green Epiphyllum, has been quietly wither and die. Layers of camouflage stripped of mind, hide or missing. Along with the surreal feeling lonely, write down the once beautiful precipitation in the diary. The received video insane drunk asked, listen to song sung by a spring breeze, the fords in poetry, waiting for the spring girl swaying dance.
Our buddies sneer at road, wind and rain bumpy vicissitudes of life long. By the spring of aromatic and write some que Cifu, with pink, the joys of spring atmosphere, decorated with red dust the scenery along the way. In the spring, had a high mountain and flowing water, wash face gaunt, listening to a piece of cloud water purification of Zen, the dusty heart. Around the early with the sound of spring, a riot of colours hundred thousand red scenery, is no longer a sleeping in the winter dream. Use the most beautiful words hold the sunny spring, let the light ink in the pen flowing. It's not negative annual spring green flowers, waiting for the dream other shore until old age coming from the frost