Jun , thus far from the truth

 Wang does not know which Autumn, is still the clear and bright. Do not know what a darling, is still a delicate and exquisite fragrance. War scattered the pain has already memorable collection, interpretation of the fragments can not get into a fuzzy frame by frame, while a burst of sad, leaving only look forward eagerly to look back.
frown a smile back, everything is a hatchback situation, season of blooming, dying of the Sansei's watch. Moment ten years in strangers to each other behind, and only soul Jieao debauchery. Totally into, whether still, who are willing to open ze endured Hin window.
in that place, under the light touch of quiet, the faint scent of ink released into the atmosphere. Like to hear your voice in the quiet read, lovely clean surface shallow worry, long hair and drooping posture, Ning Mei's Zi Yan subtle fragrance. Off lightly, and in the corner, as you, the heart is young and reclusive.
in that place, quiet corner, and the rest quietly larvae, tired body is no longer loud. A chair across the still quiet, the rhythm of the rest of the rhyme accompanied slowly flowing. On the visual has become a luxury, clean quarter alone keep down, as I have, to a good time.
in that place, snow mountains and meandering Man Juan, Wang Zhou Qifeng cold river crossing. Play each other each sleeve, further and further away with each other attention, the boat between cliffs, offer all kinds of attachment, All kinds of care. Boat dead, sent by a sigh, Gu Fan Yuan shadow blue sky to make, you and I read a sigh in vain.
may be looking for a vacant in love is perhaps the fate of the picking in the ethereal romantic loss. Recent times, can not you smell the fragrance wan quiet, well, when they tore up the horizon of the bags traveled.

snow, Fen Yang, fog, into the cream off a Mang Ai gray, is the winter of the net, Ling into , decorated with cold equipment.
How many times in the text in search of your old Mo Yang, Do not dream vaguely window just before dawn. How many times, traveling alone, but is accountable to the landscape, but why the fascination with the color screen and wandering. Wine Lin Feng, Jun from discretion, and is delighted where.
that 是,
roots of disease-free sigh Ho Yin, Fang Fei driving into the distance desolate bone cold. Huan proud of what to do in life, only the shortage of film-shaped single-dig graves.
sigh but,
worship, read the text the word sacrifice Iraqis, terraced rice paddies Ling who left singing. Net empty string Laji color alone, Chan Yu harmony martyrdom field.

ancients read, friend is easier lost by key from the cliff against the king since far from the truth, Yin is the separation desolate
bitter sigh, a dream every horizon far away, chanting the Yanzi driving into the distance to the heart from the Autumn cold. Autumn season dyed brilliant, but it is, is blowing colorful leaves one place.
leave may be eternal elegance poor, how happy silly monsters, raw minced conditions, plants in the word, waving sleeves, staring eyes, why do not be despair, yin and yang are two different worlds. Chuang Meng-Ho
vain, free map students complain, for one would like to read.
and both, Hugh laughed at me, kind of crazy dream love love the roots, the word down into martyrs, who read this volume?
the course, how amazing Abas Mexico Qin cuddle peace of mind, loose sentence into a poem, but Yin Cipian!

out the window, Fen Yang snow, dark gray past the gorgeous autumn day. When the bitter cold, Review your summer warmth. Only so much to think about thoughts of inspiration with engraved reproduction. Dream, love is not far.
pro! Jun, thus far wrong.
with Xiaokan reincarnation of the brilliant!