Summer evening, he stood on the bridge, the distant mountain mist mist confused, drunk like the setting sun stumbled fall Xishan, Choi Jin lost half a day, as a beautiful background, the birds and the distant mountains near the tree frame in this picture as the acme of perfection in the oil painting. This watch, such feelings have been destined to become his life the most important ingredients, like the green years of those ignorant of the pure love, he said to her, "I want you!" Although, they face had started to change, although they can not become the lover
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The air is fresh and cool this painting in falling out, but also exudes a kind of indescribable aroma, bud already blooming lotus Qingli smile, in the breeze send, dancing with emerald green skirt, graceful charm with reserved posture, fogging with dew like if a graceful woman gently recite "out blowing beads bearing broken is round" of the poem, he wanted to tell her "I love you!"
Always around a sentimental person, but always worrying shouldn't worry about people, their enthusiasm tossed in the unknown sky, such as a cloud of soap bubble moment will disappear. When thinking about a person's mood is so melancholy, when thinking about a person's heart is so pain. Waiting for knowing no promise, but he still waiting, with calloused scars, also licked their wounds, a way of self comfort.
I do not know when, that hung a silver mirror like moon put that as water radiance long pouring, it will be white foot light Saxiang the earth, so that the land is filled with poetry. At this time, the cool breeze turned day day vexed and sorrow gently from diffusion. He had such feeling, pain, awake, because he does not know he has a much this time to miss a person. Regardless of whether she still remember him, in his heart, there is always a drop him love her tears, always, always there......
Go under the bridge, he tears gently close your eyes, her face is always clear in his mind, in the moment and she waved goodbye, his vision blurred, he didn't dare to look back, each one carefully of memory that only two people get along. Sometimes not knowing for it, sometimes knowing is the dream but don't want to wake up. Always give yourself more room for imagination, but in every answer black and blue. The heart to her love is far away,
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Suddenly, the head on the birds do not know where to hide Punic went, at the foot of the vegetation are dejected, like its shoot in all directions etc., the clouds as if possessed, assemble together, a dense mass of a deluge burst down, the breeze blowing whirring, as if in the roar. He always live in contradictions, maybe she was just an ornament in his life, flowers is not pave the way for him, nor his life walking stick, just a way of scenery. Even if she really is his landscape, also represents only two people have the reason, he cherish this fate, because cherish so care, because I care about I know what love is.
Looking from the side the steady stream of people, brought back many memories of the past, gorgeous and not dare to touch. When he told her thoughts were infected with a sad color, the breath also becomes pain, accustomed to a sad also revel in a sad dream that lonely flowers smell. He knows that this is a result of the absence of the results, in the end without beginning, everything is nothing. Sometimes know love her is wrong, but she still love, sometimes clearly know what they do is not good, but still unrepentant done, sometimes know the road is hard, but still stumbled through, sometimes clearly know his heart is in sad, but still Mian squeaked smiled.
Because his heart to her, the tears have become a poem
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