aftertaste, pick half flower glass, and miss the shadow, and drank. The heart, then the infinite warmth. This flower, from bud to bud, early to the. Every flower is love bloom, each petal is the love of the motherland, incense temple, do not say that beauty is beautiful, only know that it has overcome the innumerable bustling.
For years we don't thin, a landscape, thousands of lush, most of the time we met, buried in the valley hill high water long, drunk flower incense in the fleeting, not to say how long the only moment if imitation of life, I think there will be a gentle and wear dust, perhaps you with a warm, and I see it every flower.
When the breeze, ten fragrance, mind blowing open courtyard, we sat in the poem, or picture, look at the clouds, what reflected in the eyes of ripples, I think that is the soul ferry be passionately devoted, it is a heart and a heart pounding heart, wear more red, on a ferry to encounter This wasnot adecisionthat Itook lightly.
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