A, window room moonlight
A faint moonlight in the millennium, crossing the immortal smoke clouds in the ancient times, arrived in front of my window, I heard the branches of the branger screaming.
The moonlight of thousands of years is flowing, calm and warm, pouring on that piece of obsessed with and stranded souls.
The shadow of the tears under the moonlight, in the fragrance of Magnolia and Tang and Song Dynasties, the long-awaited and Jinguan is unmanned language, 着 谷 或者 or the dream of the Lanzhou, carry a lonely proud and frost , Rushing through the cold and wide vast waters, white clothes fluttering, today.
The window of the memory opened the memory, the moonlight was very happy, and the long-lasting light smoke was placed in the heart, and the nerves of the sun were placed back in the nerves of the ink.
Yes, eight thousand miles of road clouds and months, the scenery along the way, and full of dust.
I don't say it.
This winter, I think I am sad.
B, there is a fish on the Internet
The vast network, can't believe that the earth is round, where is it? I am a little worried, even if I do my best, I can't reach the other side, but I am just a fish in the sea.
There is a fish on the Internet, so a long fish.
Many of my friends are called fish, sorrowful, heart injury, melancholy ********* I imagined, one day they will disappear in the end of the ocean, because there is no road sign in the sea.
In the coral plex, I am freely wandering, but I often have lost, I feel that I have been retained by each sea area, still in persistence - it is like Don Quixote, is not understood by the world.
The spray continues, with my eyebrows, cover my vision, and it is still rising.
This is actually in line with my wishes, I want to hide myself.
I secretly in the seaweed, be careful of the world of this ocean, and I hope that I have discovered the one of my heart in the fish in the past.
Seawater moved in my imagination, I crushed it in breath - it was close to me, even between it, tentacles and.
I often think that if you need a fish net with a long fishing rod, you can catch a fish that can't be broken, but I am still very worried, it will slip away from too many grids, and I don't see you. ....
C, broken sound
I have heard the broken voice in the moment of beautiful turns.
Broken bridge is reshuffled. A flower paper umbrella, separated is a stretched flying snow, singing is the subject of the millennium.
Painting your own eyes and blue, when you are shot, the spark is flashing, illuminating our youthful face. When I turned back, the white lady smiled softly, the Leifeng Tower down, and the love of love was free.
Freedom, in this virtual world is air, it is beautiful, just like the snowflakes of the millennium, accompanied by flying birds, flowing into the folk, takes some nights, and walks a lot of long ways, sprinkling all in all The place after people.
D, those days are missing
Many ways to have passed it over to the night.
All all days, it has made another text that flashes his thoughts.
A section of the wind moon, on the water of time, quietly green, red text, and I am awkward.
Many times, I made a lot of words that were filled with oily ink but refrigerated, as if I saw beautiful and wealth, as if I heard the voice of the road, I penetrated the millennium, crossing thousands of mountains, I found dead last night, Into my Dream.
The deceased is far away, those on the keyboard, those who are long-lost days make people miss.
E, I think I am a sad north sky, big snow.
What is something from high altitude, can you be so light?
Who has such strength and mind, have made such a huge white?
When the snow fell to the north, I was in the wind in the South.
This season has been bustling, and the cold has long church how I adapt to the cold cooler.
Tian Na, it is a snowworns in the margin, in front of him, is the fire of the fire and the room and the goddess of the China.
I missed this snow, this winter, I think I am sad.
