Like songs years

 XiMuRong said: in order to make the old without regret, young when will be sweet to love. So your heart and a mountain of a full moon on a hill, serenity and calm far. So it seems, love is beautiful and divine. But that sentence, and two love if is long, and do exist in? Does not know by how many ChiNanYuanNv bard to break, how can still have so many of the bitterness cowherd? Cowherd and really is a time meet a year? If it is, the tears flow enough? Otherwise, this beautiful, love is the world of "cover from wrong! Real can to hold the years, stick to the oath and how much? Through a few pieces of accidental as thin as the yellow paper bao ruchan ala, once the vows of eternal love remains, paper can easily folded up, heart, and how to pack up easily. Think of the poet with a beautiful sentence to sing praise to love, it suddenly clear: sweet to meet every time. The rain has next, the night like this, most appropriate to long for.
GuangHanGong when the laurel of flourish? The month lacks month circle, turned upward, twenty load as you by quietly slip. Heaven cicada Juan morning evening, the world how much the spring and autumn and the ablation! The goddess of the fairy also in the full moon, who bow justification for sentimental and tearful past? I don't know, but the mix in noisy earth. Just, the wind light clouds clear night, when my head held high jade toads, think of WuGang, of the moon, think of joking, of they can ride away from, my heart can't be calm and. Knowing the is, no one can be free from vulgarity, but to the moon yearning extremely. Even if such as the goddess of the moon, and keep this alone, also wish sings on the tree. Even if such as WuGang, plow the generation, also may bitter guard Juan cicadas. Even if such as joking, DuZhuo under the tree, also wish wide cold and rim. Maybe, the world is not understand me, but as long as the cicada Juan understand me, they were everywhere is the light. Drive the boat of dream, walk in the light of the clouds clear night, I put the boat to delimit the moon...
After the rain of the village and pure and fresh if a poetic SuMiaoHua. A very few ink, away from as far away as seen to day. There is all the beanstalk cut, I see a CunFu half a bag with a stoop chemical fertilizer, after the rain and mud and green left her deep impression. Followed by the black dog, walk while play, is very carefree. To this day, I still don't think that a problem is, why after the rain of the croak will ring out? Was it not the long drought pond drink enough showers, the frogs will no longer thirsty? Even if travel all the way, love or villages. In spring and autumn oblivious twenty load has Chen cabin dark du. But I like a migration of migratory birds, can't keep his habitat in the four seasons rebirth appreciate it. Thought all the city is very prosperous bright, also had the perverse yearning neon pedestrians, also have young frivolous believe that bright and beautiful spring far way... Just reality can let a person suddenly woke up with a start. You can thaw scarred heart, only home. And suddenly remind of a few words of poems line, just with my mind at this time are similar: in green white flowers before the hedge, had waved goodbye to as easily. And the vicissitudes of life after 20 years, our souls, but all the return.
Head is spring, autumn is bowed down. Walk in the years wheat, to green by bare, and set the pace towards the YiChaCha who golden... Hand the cup fang, the ask blue sky, is already a few "morning evening? Just 15 night, the moon is just right. The disc also or jade wheel, is a sign of. YueYa or the boat, we give it be remedied. Often want to earth life cycle between the full moon, not just as the month lacks? Never only "long, share the beauty the moon displays," a long-cherished wish, and son xielao can't and how can release? Regret is a sigh wan, but just think, no deficiency and how can make full increasingly bright! Month of more power to moon of pity. Tracing the lives of speeding up the wind, we take roots, we on pentium. Walk in the life shore ya, on the left is short of, the right month circle. The month circle is the picture, the month lacks poetry.
Chi zijian said, trials and watch the old me, I also put them see old. That is a drought-stricken vicissitudes of the wise man, dressed in a bear is easy of rain and snow boots through life of great women years at workman sings. And I, this little girl, chaos in between heaven and earth, looking at the mountains and river yue, have sense of found himself old old not appearance, is the state of mind. Beauty on this season, not overflow lousy, also are magnificent. But I, like a plant that played wither huaguduo, want to FangFei of 4 excessive competition is colourful, but early in the season Tu Mi the wind and rain to....... The girl's youth load not to a few degrees during the spring and autumn. Year after year to blossom, all the different people. Walk in the spirit of the day is not clear, sometimes earlier expect his old to that earlier exile the soul of the disturbance, the noise of the earth. I do some extreme, and even pessimistic. One natural bleakness to let my eyes extremely cold, cool detachment is secular and fight, chase of fame and fortune. The but again heart extremely hot, keen on is, in was desolate world, and spread the seeds of warm, cold people not despair. As years how in a hurry, just silently old appearance.