I remember the lotus flower that I saw, the light wind in the early summer was caressing, and the young Yingjie petals were half-half, just like the secrets of the years, and still reminded.
Mo smiled from the Qing Dynasty, the heart is still like this, and the one is waiting in this turbidity, the people who meet the sky, and the person who meets is true.
I have a bathment, such as the birth of the neighboring family, although not bright, it is a tender and beautiful, but it has already been faintly formed, but it is just to be hesk. ...,
It has been said that the trees have been repaired in the past ten years, but I don't know how to get shoulder, that is deeply long, how much is the result of how the days, I hope that I look at the road, only the lotus is far from the wind clear,
Flower from zero water is self-flow, and it is the agreement of the past. It is the agreement of the past. It can also be heard in the water.
The pulse did not speak for so long, still holding hard, is that person or the moonlight of the water, the night, the night,
Even if the demon is bustling, there is also a day to witty, the cluster wreathes the hustle and charming, the bee fly butterfly dance will will will will will let the flowers, the fat is full of fragrant powder, but I have to have ended,
Ying Yingyi Water, the pulse is untrusted, after the moment, there is too long time can be used to recall, but it is only early, the water is self-care, and the youth is not too late. Huahua is stationed ... ,
When I ended, I used to be a shadow wine, and I didn't remember, but why, the pond of the same, the little bells of the lotus, but the sky swaying ,
Some people say that white Yard is snow, there is an independent taste of the hero, it is waived for the lead, but I don't know if it is relative, that is waiting, there is too much too much, hurt and helpless,
The most lonely in the world, not waiting not to miss, it is the memory of it again, a person in a strange sun, repeatedly reluctant to be greasy, 鬓,
It is the result of the end of the year. It is not known to the end of the end, and it has already been eloquent. It has been fascinated by Shui Fanghua. It can still have a few silk colors. I only remember the moment of turning around. Dancers who have a cheek ...
Just like this, dust is still dusty, the sunset has not fallen, but it has been a foregone, the lotus thing, since then, no matter how winter and summer, just just the grain memories of the bottom, is it sweet?
