沁 园 春 · Spring night, half a night, half a three more, solitary pillow ice dream, spring and cold. Wang Cui Lake, the promotion of the clouds, the Blue Mountain is awkward, but there is no. Leaning the southern wall, alone in the West Wind, and do your mind.
Delicate, recall the five years of China, the flow of life. How many people in life. When do you have to be a red candle? Cherish the seven-feet of men, the long things, a cold clothes, and the land of the land. Red hearts, true feelings, dare to happiness. From the future, the value is famous, the party is husband!
February 19, 2005 03:12:06
