Huay. Flowers. Flower. Autumn harm. In the red dance, standing alone. Just as integrate with this major autumn color. Because she is too quiet. A devoteulium and tired of deep bone marrow. She is melancholy, because every year, I have to look at it. She is tired, just because she buried too much fallflowers. Hands in hand. As long as there is a hoe, she can never stop. Until she is also asleep as falling, the dead, is not buried. Baoyu looked at her far away. A white jade, white as snow, is like a wall, elegant, beautiful, beautiful. She didn't look back. The person she knew must be Baoyu. They are too familiar with each other. He stood in front of her and looked at her eyes. There is always a bit of indifferentness in her eyes. She is too conceited. Also too lonely. Only when you see him, there is a woman's unique warmth. She is looking at him now. Baoyu is laughing. For her eyes, he knows that if he has half a silk, her eyes will turn into a ridicule. Woman ... I always take a job to take a man, once you surrender, she dismissed you. "The autumn wind is very cold" Baoyu said. "Cold is more than just autumn winds." Yan Yu looked at Xiao Xiao, and the tone was more depocked than the autumn wind. "Oh?" "The heart is colder than the wind." "Yes." "Your flower?" "在." "Where?" "Nowhere, there is flowers, there is hoe." . "Flowers blossoms, heaven and earth, self-mystery. Every piece of falling flowers falling is a fixed number, why bother to funeral?" "You are wrong." Dai Yu's expression is very solemn: "The flower is from dust, it is home. This is the ultimate future of ice and jade. "She looked at Baoyu, and the melancholy in the eyes was more strong:" You are too casual. "Bao Yu smiled, he has learned to argue with the woman. Smart men know what should be shut up. A petray flying in the wind and falling in front of Baoyu. In an instant, only an instant, Di Yu has shot. She looked at her hand, Baoyu also looked at her hand along her eyes. The slender slenderness, and the white is like jade. This is not a pair of hands. But now there is a knife in your hand.玉 出 古: "My hand can take 锄." "Yes." "The hand of the name can also take a knife." Bao Yu also revealed as a weird smirk as she: "I am early I have to have today. "" Oh? "" You will not let Baoyu Meng Dust. "After the words, he slowly fell down, and the fall flowers quietly fell on his face.玉 hugged him in his arms. It is not an expression to look at the distance. Another autumn wind blows. Falling like a rain. The sound of the song is faint. Flowers. Dish. I don't know.
