JiChan with want to forever.
To start, the wind whistle You beauty, a micro taste, sent to sorching summer is relaxed. Long, ying tian YiXiang, waterwheel bobble, MuGui sing later. Let go! In time of fondle.
Let go of feeling tied a heart sounds decadent, hksar, thousands of rope on a world of mortals, only keep silent, not the beauty waiting for ages. Lonely! To sleep in a the fragrance of jasmine flower, flowers in the dream? A little bit of pampering, a little sadly, flows through the ink, the poem of years.
Yi stockade built small, full court quiet, a pot of rice wine, three two disc farmhouse dishes, drink how much up loose women pick tipsy You beauty, youth draw die through your fingers by living in the ManWuQingGe, wagging her memories start burning heart throb. The boy's tears fall in frivolous the wind, the cocoon into a butterfly, descended into the man's responsibility.
From a boy into a man's story, dancing in the sky of "ancient town of yi people" spotlessly clean, pure, can not hold the last ray of romance in the corners, romantic is still in, not far. Grow up! Looking for a beautiful pain taste, frivolous gradually back off, stained with mature wrinkles, responsibility! Kept this has to be a recall.
Bamboo fan light wave, light heart happy dance, is the most real hope this evening, night breeze breeze is soft, warm bath full courtyard mio shallow, intimacy, deep meaning in both latent heart, wrinkle the bay deep hidden spring pools.
Flowers for the media, ethereal between waterclouds, whispers, leisurely affectionate, although less flowers romantic, but also a beautiful heart, vomit a letter in the spring of the landscape. Once, gently sigh of a flash in the pan You beauty, moment, an instant, bloom the laughter, have tears bead curtain shade. In hand heart tonight, not to become a life guard, is life journey JiChan with want to forever.
The midsummer, clear water, clear the mood for love. Promise, that a shy, warm the heart, stays in the sunshine on turbulent, grab a dusty flowers, says an agitated, heartbeat, linger in the secretive, pain over the joy of mature in the sad.
Go tired, stop! Turn back! Burn to soak up the heart, escape point light ink, express fault displacement warmth of very long time, lying on the depoliticization of small and medium-sized. Tibetan yi, warm wet a shallow v. tianya, wield spilt mud - in the buildings on the ridge.
Guzhen town, the dusty, caged YiXiang, distance to the sounds of nature beautiful SOB, green tone without accompaniment, honest and clean, such as Bridges around the somebody else, nourish, flowered provocative, thrall. Just like the taste of first love, without any ornament adornment, pure and transparent, and sometimes I let you miss, and sometimes for the gadites gaunt, that kind of silly child abuse, HanHanDe clinging, sour, bitter, sweet and fragrant, already into the depths of the soul, also bear, is unforgettable.
With the aftertaste, line too flowery path leading to a secluded spot place, this night, bow and touch, like feeling sinus like open, like heart ripple wave. The yellowing silks, engraved a growth of regret, turn over the page falling flower, picked up a piece of petals dry to make bookmarks You beauty, put every morning wake up, let love play the woman, let heart smile. Not the fairy tale ChiQing as soon as possible, only repeat that the four seasons of flowers and go to ruili in a hazy love life.
At hand in YiXiang, a bouquet of bright red som flower, red flower pigments, thin boy, a bearing is a warm, a love, a enron.
On relief in the alley, has been turned to secretly leave, between the autumn thoughts clear element in this pinellia tuber. That piece of blue in the heart, is still clear. Knock at the moment, the wind window lattice, revealing the tiny little drunk, raise your hand is cast sufficient dance the charm, seal between in maple leaf, in full court gentle, clever and agreeable to slowly to sleep...