1, peach forest
"Lonely Goose Gao Fei Yun Tian." "The Dudu is low back to the autumn water shore." I look at it side, see is a book, and it is low. His body is thin, the green shirt flutters, it seems that some bureaus is promoted. Next to it, I have a small donkey, clean it. Never seen. However, a inexplicable close sense is in the heart. I have a smile, I have to test him today. Another sentence, "Meng Yu Xiaogushan has tears. Dongfeng does not return, the old moon is getting regret, and who is drunk today." He lifted his head slightly, and his eyes became uncomfortable. "Cangyu does not solve this income. Dream years, laughter meet, wake up". This time, the discourse is crisp. "Good!" Friends have begun to cheer. For the far-reaching, the mood is far-reaching. I am crushing. "Excuse me, this brother, honor the name?" I arched. Among the peach forests, Xi Xi friends. "I ..." He smart slightly, the cheek is red, it seems that some don't know what it is. At this point, the short shirt is a little bit, and it is a sentence with him. He seems to be shocked, busy with a little, hurried out of the crowd. When he opened, he slowly stopped and looked back and smiled. Knowledge, smile, and apologize. People go west, sunset, peach. The little discretion after the poetry is early. Lin is a small winegust, wine sail, and friends have already left. In the peach tree, I still immersely immersed in the poetry, can't pull. If you don't care, you will see the green grass, fall in white. Take a slight shirt, go over and pick up the pickup, and the scent nose. On the handkerchief, a scent of the butterfly, the wings, and the side is still in detail. Is it ... "Ma Wencai." They were invited to be a cup. I have come back to God, folded into the arms, and put into the wine.
2, red night horse. Pine silent summer night, today has become a particularly hustle and bustle. Night, it should be black. But this night is overnown. This room is also a happy red. I went to the bed and saw her quietly sitting there, and the red cup head. Gently reveal the red cover, the red makeup is low, still so reminiscent, then people are moving. "British Taiwan." I shouted her. "No, I am not ..." The words have not been finished, there is tears. Take it from the arms, I am sitting on her, tears for her. She suddenly entered, the eyes stared at the butterflies on Pa, looking up at me, showing surprises. "Yes, it is me." I said. She cried again, laughing in tears.
3, don't leave
Sandfield autumn soldiers. Although it is born, the ancestral system is very strict. I don't read the poetry book since childhood, and I also learned the war and books. "The big husband is a national active man, the war is killed, and the corpse is wrapped." "No, I want you to come back ..." She lowered his head, shameless, "because ... I have. "At that moment, I held her hand and excited. "Okay, I promise you, Ling Er." The horse slowly went a few steps, I couldn't help but return to the first. On the side of the official, smirk, hand, pair. Palesterfly is dancing.
4, butterfly danceside, bonfire. In the past year, it is also worth the spring day. Tagma is running, calming the arrow. Every moment, all from the courtyard, that person, getting closer and closer. I am back. Strange, far away. The sky is flying. Before the door, the horse is going down, and the sword is connected to the door. In the small yard, the butterfly is falling, and it is freat. I stayed. I am late. Her departure, in exchange, is her arrival, is everything destined? Qingtong hugs the baby girl and gives me a name. "Well, then it is called butterfly." Looking at the colorful butterflies that I can't go, I will say anything. The heart is sad, is it, is it hated? Suddenly turned, I went out of the door, jumped to horses, and wold the weird. Maybe only the killing of the battlefield can I forget everything. 5. Return to the years can exercise, especially men. After the war of the year, I complied with the United States for the official. Three years later, I was tired of my prosperous capital, I will return here again. There is still her with me, and I and her daughter. In the past, Ling Mer and Qing Tong gave me the story of the British Taiwan, so I gave the little daughter named British Taiwan to commemorate the una seen British Taiwan. Boarding, here we used to come. Every time I come here, I remembered her, think of her shame, remembered her, thinking of her quiet, thinking about her melancholy, thinking her gentleness. Now, butterfly dance here. She gradually grew up, more and more like her. Every time I see her, I am the interleaving of love and hate, a feeling of heartfelt felt in my heart, just like the afternoon of the butterfly dance. She is also very cold to me, maybe it is a young, we don't live together, between father and women, there is always a layer of diaphragm. I gave her everything I could give her. Give her a small building, gave her brocade, give her the best gentleman to teach her knowledge. I know, this is not all.
6, Qingming
During the Qingming season There is no rain today, the weather is still good. In front of the grave, Qingtong is busy with fragrant, feeding paper, and serves. She is also old, I told her not to come. She said, still come, we have to come every year, this year cannot be less. Looking there, watching her, I clicked silently in my mouth, telling her that my year, telling her Butterfly Dance to have a good family, telling her that the little is coming. The little is a butterfly daughter, my grandfather. The butterfly dance is standing on the side, still looking coldly. On the way home, the little runs to run, no quiet. She loves to play, and the character of her mother is completely different. She especially loves me, I'll got my long beard, grab my cane, and I want to tell her story. Along the way, small snacks jumped. There is a gorgeous flower in the road, and she ran over the past. The flowers, a pale yellow butterfly surprised, the wings were flashing, and after a circle, flying away. Gently, not very busy, free.
The butterfly lives, but there is a quarter of the season; people have a life, and there is half-life helplessness.
