Sunday, February 07, 2010
Unfortunately, always with you and I dream
Of all the discovery and process, a dream you - in the scarred land, are no longer Napian regret. Excitement has been in the dream evaporated. Happy years, has become the water in the phantom.
- Who in the endLifeVery tired it?
- Who is speaking in the endLifeVery hard?
The first person that these feelings and may be shared by many people, while the second one said these things, perhaps by many doubts and do not believe, that a third person who uttered those words, will be waves of the White-eyed and many saliva.
Ah, people have every other belly, really fickle.
Yes, the person's tongue is not bones, speaking not count, and from this, there are many kinds ofLifeThe Merry unheard-of. I have seen or experienced things that were over and found a number of sets of the masks and colorful on the evil, beauty and deceived many sincere and kind-hearted and naive men and women. Yes, people across belly, and no one is difficult to say.
Heart blood, solidification those nightmares.
Heart sob, dense and not a show of love and hate.
Heart cry, between heaven and earth Why is it so unfair? ? Yes ah, you and I are wandering in the rain. Time and time again all the love-hate soaked in water. The miracle of life has been to maintain the temperature. Me and you, him and her can remember, beloved of many common dream of heaven and earth rely on something, silently guarding the flowers are about to open, embracing those bright colors, dripping with hastilyLifeThe emotions,DreamSeason in our dating days,
——DreamKept trained on a piece of fruit orchards Tuyan time.
——DreamKept trained on an old guitar is not snapping.
A lifetime, relaxed and good feelings of the waves, where a shadow on the Fan Zhang, write to you from the bottom of my heart for a sentence within the poem, copying our common aspirations, in the light and water to me who is the common cup That one their minds.
Remember those who have the joys and sorrows, we have no regrets no complaint.
Because of this reason, we have many to pursue.
Candlelight, through the years of the water, clouds, Zhaoche my dream flowers, his mouth many hearts transparent crystal dew, with a smile filled one by one rotation of the wind and rain days - me and your kind-hearted and the burst of symphonic thought.
Once beautiful, painted black light. OnceLifeBackground, stood a beggar.
Me and you, in that one by one wet fudge among cultivated dolphin honest desire, and the songs of the season, distributing out of a spiral strands of the wild fragrance filled the air.
So I Look at the narrow face of wet dream has dissipated before a deeply feltLifeThe ancient, moss-marks in that piece of the film, the mind of the teardrop, as if, which reflects theLifeFeelings of thousands, perhaps tired of the scene that shuttles the way in our inDreamVillage eolian dust.
I, in thePoetrySail the rivers.
I, in theLifeCultivated under the sun.
I, in theLifeThe moonlight, the lights spring and autumn.
I, with sweat and blood to feed the hungry spirit.
Yes ah, one by one on and perhaps, rotate into a blossoming spray, in the shore reefs and beaches resplendent open, momentary beauty and purity, and floated over one of coolness, in my and your mind, always a, - dignified air circulated by a big question mark. Years in the end look like? Lying on the ancient stone; years left us something? In the bird's feathers were covered with black holes one by one ... ...
Yes, the sound and color of theStoryIn Jiangsheng where brilliant all the way into the sunset and solitary cold months, swirl, waves, drift into you and I have promised to that sentence promise. From then on, weight loss, and many of the feelings on both sides ofDream。
Bring kept trained full heart, Inspired by a new journey. Spring, I and your heart open with ... ...
DreamYou and me, in that a beach has left one after another memorable Pieces, 15 of the moon already bathed in the water in the sad, on the outskirts ofStoryAnd legends, has become a common lantern you and me dancing, spiritual hunger.
All have become forgotten in the memories.
Merciless and affectionate, only had each other in a dream.
Hai Meng-shan oath, leaving only a stone covered with moss, as well as those wandering back and forth with a Zhang Hongye, in your and my mind, that is, one after another did not affect trace fragments in his and her co - dream buried inside sin.
The pain of suffering and beautiful, always the years their minds.
Not attached to the dream of all, start their lives anew.
Shadow Lane marks excitement kept trained on a
Yes, no one that, if the do. Sitting in front of his mother, there is a warm, - hugging me and your mind dream. Caress you, and devoted my life time, the Spring and Autumn will never be listening to you from the bottom of that fiery heart touching song, in life's circumstances, the harvest sweet and sour. I, step by step into the flow of green fields, into the golden garden, in your blood and sweat of the feed grain inside the hard-won sense of a life, full of land - in your face on a narrow drying the truth and the advantages and disadvantages. - In your carefully cultivate an infinite dream.
Fang Ge, lamp, overlooking her mother's voice.
Bath that burning feeling in your among those wasting away in your smile, the pain of the vaguely spiritual sons and daughters, in the face of all those ordinary and great projection has become an eternal monument and statue, Block, brilliant inLifeThe proposition, in your eyes concentrated into the mountains where the situation of water dreams, - as well as the land was owned by a bitter sweet and sour.
Have no other choice, touching the spring of soil that one emotion.
Bit by bit touched by the warmth of the sun, in the waves of feeling the land where the seeds have heard the choir, heard the water of the narrative, there is a silent back and forth, kept trained on one of the oldest and among the novel Heaven and Earth to embrace the process of the most exciting .
Yes ah distributedYouthBreath of the earth and the mountains, in my mother's imagination among Tuyan color flow, and - a lively and vibrant society in the modern songs. Mother Yangshou moment a note of the colorful and imaginative mind sees; the time his father whiplash, land Pengchu the truth, because I and you are your children. Embraces those selfless emotions and embrace of the sun and wind and rain inside the clip derived from the Chunhua and Qiushi, - shared a spring to remember that one of theStory. Unreasoning passion, attachment, spin has become a blossoming chrysanthemums, resplendent slowly opening up to me and your kind-hearted and on.
Open the doors and windows, and floated up to the flowers and the shadows, is ah, there is an excited, open-minded to you narrate.
I do not know how many springs and autumns, the emotional writing a poem.
I do not know how many nights, candlelight dream and your dependent.
In the autumn harvest singing the songs. Ah, spring soil, simplicity me and youDream……
What are the wind out of the window is always pulling the flickering of the Yinghuo those distant mountains shadow and the shadow,
- In a tearful ferocious kept trained on bleedingStory。
So, I had to many types of dreams.
Alone, I am unfamiliar with the novel, in the coldest month of the legend, the offerings eliminate a lot of dreams and fantasy, tragic.
Joy, in that a beggar's hands on, and holding to a deterioration of one of those Xingyue, as well as their minds.
Since then, I have said to myself: past smoke. Xu Yan of those who watched the doors and windows, luxury to live in dreams of being a one sets the mode mask the hypocrite, cup cup, the groans of the turn of the true and false colors, as well as thoseLife... Again and again battle each other in the flow of green ... everywhere, yes, thinner than the evening. To embrace the wind and cold rain, travels to the mountains.
Alone, remember that a mosaic of non-honor.
Alone, always with a wonderful curse and hope.
Preoccupied ... ... in our commonDreamLane opened a number ofLifeThe pursuit and struggle, there is no selfishness.
Moonlight, the wasting of my ancientLife。
Flowing water, in the wash with my modern feelings.
Yes, the sunset left thinking, waves, and I was playing with emotion at the shore, the water you and me. Yes ah, pain, kissing you with my love, real, in the days one by one Chunyiangran interpretation. In a one fragranceAutumnSeason in the pro-clusters.
Because the flowers open from the bones, he noticed that a disaster that left a scar, vertical and horizontal wind, frost, snow and rain are those, fudge the pain in your soul which lights warm desert of Smoke The shadow of the river marks the sunset.
I do not want my pain to tell to you.
I just quietly left you a kiss.
Thoughts and feelings in a smile, in our memories forever. Me and you, into the landscape beyond the scenery, - a conception of a set of the masks Sound of Music. Yes ah, tired me and your true feelings - he and her together in the pursuit ofDreamIn the non-shake. A smiling young lady in that front. It took out a gold, resting on the counter top was wet, - drank a glass of sweet and sour Yinjin of that wine. Is that pop song, in my mind fluttered, as if to see you waving at the shore, kept trained on Zhang scarf, I heard voice of caution, let me get drunk at home.
That street-lamp, still in the flash forward their minds.
The door that the door of emotion, but in the closed.
Drunk in the eyes of the people and things for every one, are deceiving the people and their own, are intoxicated dream are many shady things.
Haha,哈哈... ... spirituality of heaven and earth in the groan.
Wine, always be true and false legends ... ...
Former leaders of the CPSU of theLifeThe piece, in thoseStoryYears, the full mind to tell on you, sound of geese, batches are hung on the empty heaven and on vessels, the heart of the harbor, lonely stand became my shadow, in the rain sobbing our innocent quarrel ... ... all the waiting, all recorded in the diary, the re-read it page after page of beautiful memories hold your hand, all the bitter and the sweet and sour mug into a glass of spirits, burning it a wonderful herb to , there is no other choice - I write the petals of a tough time to remember your beautiful.
From then on, you and I on Pie Love overlooking the Spring and Autumn on the ... ...
We are wandering in the rain
In the minds of you and I will always dream of the advantages and disadvantages. From my thoughts on the kind-hearted, extremely real. From the day I was really imagine, beautiful spring and autumn. Yes, on green leaf floated the story, - I truly hear your inner monologue.
Vast transitory man's concerns and spin became a spring of that section after section of sentiment, in and your time with each other, the cultivation Napian all the fields of discourse, there is a real pleasure, between heaven and earth in the sentimental warmth of the thousands of feelings.
I, wrapped in a cloak of that folklore, - those who fall into the land lifeless arms of heaven consciousness. Down to earth, in that the land among the black, - a black bird came the inspiration mind. Love-hate flying, in the most primitive of the image, the dark overhead shot of it, such as a pen like a sword, nonsense, and stamp their feet in that box trekking team lined writing paper, the - the blood of a shoulder sparkling broadswords and spears. I finally found himself every Yigenhanmao, naked with body Akagi walked in those storms of the world, dripping into a statue ideological exhaustion thick with mud and scarred the image of the light and water, hunger, and -- which both beggars generally big eyes desire.
Finally, trying to say has become a stream. Inspired by anything, my tragic verse.
Yes, the inspiration for a lifetime love-hate me trembling.
I am, that is, a horse, the weight-bearing on Ohno.
I am, that is, a cow, Farmer farming, kept trained on a piece of land.
I am, that is, strands of bonds of this world, dotted with mountains and rivers.
Plants of the sweet and sour, chewing with the flame of a transparent market, as well as those ashes, blood and tears of paranoia among the years, all the love-hate, have poured in that trekking in the different shades of footprints, the marks with those who travelLifeOf the proposed projects,
That is unknown and the famous battle, moving and tragic. That is fortunate and unfortunate performances, vivid.
In a voice and another voice of the exchange process, right and wrong was honed to a sharp sword, Han-guang li groaned a lot of kinds of counterproductive viewpoint, the cruel and bloody made up of true and falseLifeScreen, and I profoundly expounded that you have a gain or loss, - joys and sorrows of the commentsLifeThe concept of dream. My spirit through the physical and psychological shrapnel, is ah, - pieces of history where condensation fresh blood and tears. In his eyes, and she was of them, everything is hazy, and in many kinds of li perturbed when the mood. Yin Jin had that glass of water bars, tie a knot of love and righteousness. In many absurd world, we, - all poured all the hardship on the nib on.
Who wants to comment in the night, those words?
Who is willing to reveal heart candle inside the secret?
Who wants to sign the word on the writing paper that name?
Our answer is yes, the heart has not help.
So, put the sun and the moon soaked in salt water.
There is no battlefield smoke, dust, doomed to a life and death of an unspeakable struggle and battle each other, the crisscrossing and running with as many sets of the masks and armor of the soldiers, in the light and water Xuerouhengfei, mark my shadow and your desire .
Invisible front, dancing in my heart where guns get stick, looking at which all things riddled with banner, - so that the inexplicable pain give me the strength to bar. Pain as ice cold shadow your life, wish scarred ... ... ... ... and the land of the mind sees, in the passionate look forward to. This represents the day, can not conceal the mind to imagine. Me and you come to the right of way on - with a cold shadow for aLifePain Rubing. All the true and false copies, with the sun and the moon to pray on behalf of, each wound in the land, the devoted unprecedented emotions and worries, skimming over the surface, - just let them become the most enduringPoetry. The eternal memory, full of strands of water.
Open the doors and windows that the sun, the moon and the stars in the Milky Way have already drunk the shore, spring and autumn, thick, and I and your well-being in those light and shade inside the Food of Love. Han Ying, thorough and forward strands of Han-guang, Sheng Teng. Han Ying, along with you and I thoughts as ice.
Holding of that strands of dawn, and the land songs.
Juqi a blossoming spray, infatuation love color.
Mind, the most simple and ancient ofLifeInspiration.
Mind of a modern thousands of intoxicated reverie.
Need not declare that you are passionate about ... my heart forever ...
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