Rare gao yundan day, akiha is red, in a rang rang network, in the old between poetic, I met you.
HuangZhengNong chrysanthemum, setting weak wipe, you so ying
ying, fragment awaiting perfection shallow line, leisurely walk,
pavilion galleries in both sides, face breeze low moans.
LouTai YanYu, ZhuYing swaying, just you curl, LiuNaHua shake,
move to the SAN SAN, in DiaoLan garden before, light aimless wan song.
This is you? I have searched ten million times, suddenly look back, that in the lights the idle you?
Overlooking the water day, at right, straight at the Beijing smoke all trees, beyond the clouds let.
Jc come bow wave, scrutiny, is that SuHangQian show, red chamber orioles.
"Biluochun" tea, in bud bloomed? High mountain running water, who dial the harp?
Immerse yourself in the kind of season and scenery, stoned, dizzy
in the cheek is red and fiber in the shadows, I actually arguing not
pure you is light peck take hoe, walk in the fall Ying profusion of
water the soul, or green jade refers to splash-ink, knead broken a
fold HuaJian mumbling "people than yellow flower thin" woman.
Maybe you are nothing, you just fall a dew, you clear, you, you,
you crystal turbidity jade-like stone, you flying your dream, you
independent of tang song outside. Sunlight full you; Mountains arch
you; Woods has you; Sing your streams.
The day, you listen to grass grass and whisper, came flowers
smiling, pick up a YangHao paint your celadon ware, worry about
submerged, and integrated forget his own.
At night, you push window see of, smile to meet the wind to
visit. You love the wind? Whether you will suddenly want to write a
poem, but writing again after pieces, and will confetti and in the
wind, and in your leisurely and detached acacia and romantic dreams
you? You with you of smile against silent, you with you of silence to
smile, I also can't ask you.
The days of high, cloud light, in the cloud, satisfy in loneliness, pride, refused to human vulgar, the Kuai, translate the magnificent garden landscape.
Listen, into rhyme, rain and pinpoints the play not give the
song, the disorderly red "derivative of XiaoSheng, falling to the
bright neon, lightsome was bundled you.
Don't write text, no hair message, not greetings, will be
thinking only buried in a heart, in sweet static writings.finally,
forget the world, let each other's fantasy to the hypnosis.
By this time, poetry will begin to vigorous, awaken, heart and
soul will overload lyrical flame. It thriller, call, like want to pour
out.
