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The wind light, in the heart of the line between the love of shallow marks, birds fly, the warmth of the tip of the love wrapped in love, elegant rain, give birth to the tender tenderness of the verse. Ah, is the fleeting colorful embellishment, a pure and beautiful mind, in the quiet city, the wind graceful tenderness. Surplus one by one, the fall embedded in the book, fluttering sprinkle, decorate the color of autumn. Do not have too much Danqing ink, will be able to outline a fall. In the autumn, the wind blows away, Autumn, the silhouette of the time stranded in October, the tree leaves the remaining leaves, I do not know which direction to go, and gradually there are shares into the heart of coolness.
Recall that you smile in the spring, shallow, such as the Jiangnan ink painting, light and rhyme, such as a graceful words, nostalgia my eyes! Autumn whisper, a touch of temperature, as I like the feeling! Through the warm summer, waiting for the flowers of spring, autumn, in the four seasons love song in the other side of the gently drift. The breeze kissed the fluffy hair, falling a gentle shoulder! Autumn, do dye the forest, stacked stream of gold. In the wind and rain lingering, thin cool thoughts were removed in the butterfly's wings, a little bit full, weaving the spring of China satin, embroidered with summer beauty!
Looked at the hazy autumn night, RBI fragrance faint, and flow warbler whisper. Bead curtain jade hanging pull the noise, the window fly. Orchid, noble and elegant, dignified atmosphere; she is the painter of the wizard, is one of the four gentlemen in the flower. She bloomed in the flowers, singing in the flowers. Smell the smell, as if the smell of the same time, elegant, subtle, restrained, close to see flowers and feel more intense flowers. Orchids, fascinating and unpredictable, what kind of language to use, to accurately describe the orchid aroma of the pleasant diffuse, but it can make people from an olfactory love, unforgettable, smell the fragrance of flowers and temptation of the feelings!
Dongfeng flicking orchids, orchids reveals a wonderful Guanghua, confused night fog filled with flowers, hazy moonlight turned over the corridor. Autumn light, love thick! I look in the blue of blue, I am in the abundance of flowers in the hesitation. Dust in the flowers, separated from the empty roots, I put the fate of species in the lonely autumn, Yuhua, moist my eyes. Breeze strokes, moonlight misty, I like a note in the season, singing all the way, kissing flowers, read the scenery! Fine broken pieces fall in the text, boiled into the blue mood!
Chilling lonely autumn night, it seems that will never end the night, the light hazy and quiet, as if falling into the soft sofa generally addicted to them, literary women open the page, lining the old pages of ink fragrance, savor. Orchids, a handsome flower, love orchids, love a quiet color! Silence is a kind of human mood, in the static can see people's kindness, see the nature of the release of human nature. Only quiet, talent static, can go into the static, static can get rid of world disputes, out of the hustle and bustle of the secular, into the beautiful, quiet looking for Tao Yuanming's paradise.
Autumn wind curl Pan Kwong, fragrant fog empty month gallery. Round the moon, listen to the rain falling, bit by bit, whisper, staring, stroked a fragrant incense, missing the palm of the ray of lonely, vent in the flea of the wind, I do not know whether it has been dip A hundred times. Wet the Yanhong film, that wind children of the fall of the Fang Fei, flowing by the sounds of nature smile smile. Chic clouds, quiet if the water. Willow Yiyi, Wan in the middle of the water. That layer of ripples in the heart of the lake rippling. Walking in the evening of the evening, the lights on the streets, everywhere you catch me, lively endless bustling.
Idle, chatting. Autumn breeze, crushed a tree fragrance, rich dense mixing open, the heart has become extremely soft, a person, or two people silently walking in the faint fragrance of the moonlight evening, even the skin is also fragrant, breath also Such as blue. Blooming season can really build a dream, no matter who you are, can be the slightest affection kneading into the flowers, built into their own dreams. And then sealed, in the spring, summer, autumn, winter snow in the fermentation, until next year, then unsealed. Or sealed life, any years will be brewing into poetry, dyed for the painting.
With the blossoming state of mind, stand into their own scenery. That wandering in front of the smile, is the fall of the enchanting. Ah, do not meet is wrong, understanding is wrong, you are wrong is wrong, love you is a mistake, all are wrong ... ...
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