and chi in one person

"One door, sleeve hand in this life, because the heart keep one city. This city, gentle siege, exquisite heart hurt people......" - words

Who read west wind cold alone, an evening reminiscing about aspire pegasus 70w , like the afterglow, the silent night has subsequently. When one night out of the full court, the wind flying hammer, the one paper talk; frost to do. One window, the wind had lost, one the chains, dusty past shaoguang, corrosion after bone thin stalks the expectation, se se thin frames in the letterhead. One put chains, this period of prison cliff, frost and snow residual affection, bleak and one, who will pick up? Who is don't forget the blue word? Don't give up the dust is who?

Tread bamboo depicting the frost was white, trod on regression of silence, on woven chapters, not forget for a moment, que phrase more love is long, one people, one door, sing again, big star language, shallow sing forgotten over time, over time, but finally washed white Massage Chair , clothes to wash the old years. One side, one read attachment, one block walls, the shackles of buckle down forever. Creeping many rhetoric, leave the same one law, one does not forget!

Love flower butterfly is beautiful, recent drunk, that one city, read on one side, the one encounter, read a few Chinese valentine's day magpie, the legend of the Bridges of Madison county heritage junior charming. Next door, lock the old shen ji, one of the moon, the shading of the inlaid harp fall in love. Did not change his mind, and one read clinging, guardian support, in the open, sweet heart, alluringly yiyi, located plant words into shadow, waiting for that long sunshine in the rain compass college ; Don't ask, don't is fraught with risk, fall in love with you, fell in love with the wrong; Feelings do not change, like a moth; Wrong, right, representative; Qianhe best find that was never my; One door, one chains!

Write one piece of lush, fold the green hills and water, this paper in adaptation to one people shake the dance art, the years hold cup in hand, poetic jiangshan picturesque flowers, sight to the road, gently brushed the qing xi joys yan. Playing down the dust, one piece of comb drop point, ink painting one lintel, write down you I read at the beginning of the meet, and the bees fly dancing butterfly ChunShi at pian-pian. The wind whistle, is new in the early spring yan, guarding one window thoughts, write the moon curved, shallow month end hath.



2016年02月23日 Posted byつきまとい at 16:30 │Comments(0)

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