It could never return to youth, and continuous clean clear out of the glass, I'm not afraid to travel alone in the lonely, only hope that in the old green time, and the emptiness of a not too years together. In the first field snow winter come, sit together, listen to snow fall on the roof, exquisitely carved, listening to the clear spirit of the air, don't dye any dust, my heart warm clear at the time, simple to clean, and the most loving people listen Chaochen, see a not expected to snow.

Measurement of lying in the moon, the fragrance alone with a quality suggestive of poetry or painting, just sitting, shallow warm at the time was so old. That night, vacant after the night, only static curved coldest month and a pool of water. Mind fusion gentle breeze, the moisture from the lonely. Summer night, the arrival of autumn, the dark years of thick with emotion, pure in the bloom of youth, humble stranded heart, scatter light with your game on the wet heart, clear, clear and past.

The wind rustle the sorrow, happiness and light scattered thoughts, only God Xu red light read, a persistent no injury. The End of Life can not be rewritten, a row is to cherish, once gentle and softly, by the time the old green dye.

Imagine how I was quiet, with a pleasant - pen, graceful Qingwu elegant, to write this autumn with the past. More and more like the quiet, the older the more miss the past, head to listen to the years like song, alone lonely memories. Autumn, yellow leaves, the text in the shade with bristling with loneliness, the most beautiful time, the most beautiful in the spring and autumn, in the time of subscription to the sea in a little bit of memory, one day old, a quality suggestive of poetry or painting light pen heart, breeze fleeting, for the autumn wind Yi, can not recover the past.

The leaves rustled, sentimental a wisp of cool, mountain loop turn not to see the past, time carefully reading, not make-up color. Silence is the best forever, alone and aloof, awake from the lively, three meals a day, simple and warm, clean, quiet sleep, quiet look at a wild goose south to fly.

Wearing a blue skirt, white shoes, I want to be in this most beautiful season Pu'er Tea spring. The so-called good life, careful collection a soft tenderness, see the mountains subtilis yellow, see autumn leaves litter everywhere, jealousy and love all have no, days of quiet, only, time poems, is a simple and quiet. Light type game in every moment, so concise life, enough to clean and maintain one's original pure character, to move forward with pride, with humble.

The wind is so explicit, vegetation Kurong, scattered all written memories, and infinite beauty of autumn, so desolate, so the wild uncultivated land.

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