One refers to the sand, Green thinks. Floating Life a dream, Su Yi Qian Chen is not dyed, purple haze winding, enchanting and dance, sky clouds were hovering.
Love flies, fluorescent flash. Yung Hua Yishi, Youmeng Things trace, sweet love affair, Qingyimianmian, smoke dust forever hand in hand.
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【Endless, sad parting】
Lone Star moon, reflected a who's sad, Dengying Yanbo, whose chilling nostalgia, twilight wind, out of whose crazy language annihilation.
Branches swaying, the night is strong, bleak water. Wavefront in the dense fog in the flow, your shadow in the twilight ink drifting away, blending into a figure from the War.
Meidai convergence, tears pour, how many leave the situation?
Cloud candle, stare vaguely like yesterday, happy moments, half with you, half is to have you in my dreams.
The dark world was black and white, now filling with Ambilight, the world was still sad, and now haunt the softly-spoken, once the cold desolate world, now wrapped in warm ocean, the world has their hands together, and now cling to the Executive child's hands.
In the long trajectory of life-years, in the empty world of infinite continuity. You all the way, a perfect circle in the moon, in the complains mildly, such as some from. I ride to wait in the purple bloom, the circulation of the strings, gazing Jing Wang.
If the time fixed in that period can have your years, then you can slowly flow in our memory of the hand of the day, basking in the warmth of the doting tenderness in any horizon Yunjuanyunshu, mundane blossom several times Spring instant death, hold the old, detention time and space, accidentally, end of time.
However, to bed and not much haste, moon and stars, bleak silence and everything, such as dust, still waters run deep, Cang Sheng Tage; Sansei wanes, once joys and sorrows.
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2010年11月28日星期日
Wuzhen Water Village Tour Impressions
"Insisted paper umbrella, alone, helpless in the long, long and lonely lane in the rain, I hope, like every place a clove knot Chouyuan girl. She is the color of lilacs, lilacs, fragrant lilacs, sorrow, lilacs, sad and helpless ... ... "read not remember when wearing Shu Wang played the" Rainy "I only know a long time deep in my memory has been preserved in a simple, romantic, quiet love the picture and a hand exposure in bridges, water, people's dreams.
Dream River, Zuili south. Finally one day she and I embarked on a collection of thousands of years this small town, walk through the terraced rice paddies and the water aspect of the Guxiang between the mottled walls, dark windows, Wu muttered, oars sound of sway, Oh! This is what people Wuzhen? Where the South it?
Rain, the white walls and gray tiles knocked out bit by bit, the blooming in her clear laughter and footsteps scattered randomly sprinkled lost quartzite uneven road.
Rain, Durian moisture earthly things, for us to wash with an Egyptian soil erosion is also hard to go past, worry and sorrow. I thought I stepped into a black and white feature film away from the hustle and bustle, regardless of my main character or supporting roles who, I have the part, has been condensed into this quaint southern town.
Buyiburao reviving the weeping willow in early spring to call us into the East Gate of the ancient shops and Xishan the Wu Pengchuan, leisurely tour zai, almost I almost Lennon? I thought at - her water, as well as bridge, are on my pillow waiting for me. Wuzhen the water more, the bridge would have more, like a bridge when the bridge will appear. Walking on top of the bridge, at the foot of the bridge clean slate and with the winding alleys parallel to the river people, the scenery are all written in there, wooden walls pavilion by the water standing, interspersed between the House gallery, such as colorful flowers and butterflies fly in every household. She complained: the river does not think so clear. I smiled and answered: Water clear there are no fish, defects may just be true beauty, true love as always leave a little gap.
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Dream River, Zuili south. Finally one day she and I embarked on a collection of thousands of years this small town, walk through the terraced rice paddies and the water aspect of the Guxiang between the mottled walls, dark windows, Wu muttered, oars sound of sway, Oh! This is what people Wuzhen? Where the South it?
Rain, the white walls and gray tiles knocked out bit by bit, the blooming in her clear laughter and footsteps scattered randomly sprinkled lost quartzite uneven road.
Rain, Durian moisture earthly things, for us to wash with an Egyptian soil erosion is also hard to go past, worry and sorrow. I thought I stepped into a black and white feature film away from the hustle and bustle, regardless of my main character or supporting roles who, I have the part, has been condensed into this quaint southern town.
Buyiburao reviving the weeping willow in early spring to call us into the East Gate of the ancient shops and Xishan the Wu Pengchuan, leisurely tour zai, almost I almost Lennon? I thought at - her water, as well as bridge, are on my pillow waiting for me. Wuzhen the water more, the bridge would have more, like a bridge when the bridge will appear. Walking on top of the bridge, at the foot of the bridge clean slate and with the winding alleys parallel to the river people, the scenery are all written in there, wooden walls pavilion by the water standing, interspersed between the House gallery, such as colorful flowers and butterflies fly in every household. She complained: the river does not think so clear. I smiled and answered: Water clear there are no fish, defects may just be true beauty, true love as always leave a little gap.
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