When the rain is wet in the wild lilies, you will be silent, please tell me that I miss is also a kind of happiness. When the spring cloud fog is not willing to fill the warm sunshine, please tell me what I miss is actually A happiness, when I am running on the wilderness of the dream, I will not tell me, please tell me that I am also a kind of happiness, I can't explain why I still tell my tears, I have to tell my thoughts. It is also a kind of happiness, sometimes thinking, you are sitting opposite, coffee is thick and fragrant. In this way, my heart is the same as the window that is not plugged, and the fingers of the wind are opened. You are on my opposite. You use the language to build a richer picture of your language, like a song, like a fall song. So, I have turned into a countless ribbon, and I float with you in countless scenery. I really like your context. To this end, I often look forward to Xiaobi singing the cheerful song in front of the window, you sent your voice, you. My heart is flying out, and Xiaobinger dances in the sun in the sun in the sun. In every expectation, I hope to wait until two railroads that stretch into the distance, so that the heart should feel the tremor of you. Thinking is like the moonlight, it hides a flaw, only the beautiful part is highlighted. Missing is really beautiful. I often miss the thoughts to ill vibrate into a wide and slender path. Feel your existence. Sometimes, the surroundings will be flooded, and the bearer is waiting ..... When the autumn wind is far from you, it seems that the geese is empty and the spirit is in the middle, only give me a piece in front of me. Azure is nothing. Everything that has been changed, it is also like it. I remembered the poem: all the endings have been written. All tears have been departed, but I have forgotten what is the beginning, in the summer, the summer, sometimes think, hot coffee it will not always be a temperature, it is cold; it The bitter fragrance of the people, there is also a fall. Like season, like life. I have said that there is a kind of breeze blowing into my territory from all directions, in order to defend my guidance for many years, I have been mated for many years. The quiet. Today, I have opened all the doors and windows, let Xiaoban carry you in the form of thousands of forms. Let the truth on the window sill on the floor in my hand in the sun like a wings like a wings, and we may have been sitting in a rocking chair looking at the sunset. The most beautiful, maybe there is your day.
