I knew there was no chance

Clear winter, with a warm sunshine, surplus to be. According to the text of fragrance, the scenery will earthly fireworks traveled into a million years. Green hill is like black, green Ying Ying, September slowly, clouds fluttering. When I look back, I take snuff, Su Ying Xiang pain, the end is not your smile bright smile. According to spend near the water, waves and song, wish you were a shoulder, flowers, were woven curtain. And text dependent, the breeze aria, Jian Ming and string, any hair tie hair, still hold your hand, laugh at the red rain in succession. In London on the text, and you drink a pot of fleeting time is tender, quiet. Lingering rain, tapping out I and gentleman's edge, beautiful and picturesque.

Like finding a Chenyang drunk warm in the morning, let the light in the fleeting que. Depicting a eye review with fine pen, enchanting scenery million years. Stroll along the streamer, a misty rain, the half curtain, charming with fingertips flowers fashion show, let a sunny smile warm static on the depths of red dust, drunk a flower. A red small print, in the rainy season, the warmth of the depths of red dust, the pillow with a curtain fragrant harbor. Know, some beautiful, hidden in the bottom of my heart, is pure; some time, given time, is deep. So, wish for the branches swaying is no longer a inch of flowers, is the great stone and you handle a lifetime love scenery.

Among thousands of people, you meet those you've met, through thousands of years, time boundless wilderness, no early step, and no later step, and know how to cherish each other, is warm, this is a cycle of BES, ultra million years to get the edge. Acacia gentle mind, transverse, dense heart clear water Qingchuan dream. It was full of Ephraim, fougere floating is your beauty seductive smile Ying Ying, Yan or sunset drunk warm, flowers swaying in the afternoon and you spend the life of love. There is a yearning, called Tongche heart; have a kind of memory, that cannot bear to think of the past; there is a love called love, no regrets. I only wish, and Jun% word wine, life back into the porridge like simple, That's it compass college.

Eileen Chang said: "life and death deed wide -- and son Xiangyue, holding your hand, and grow old with you is a the most sad poem...... Life and death and parting, are important, not at our disposal. Than the strength of the outside world, how small we are, how small!" Because I know, Acacia thick, but time is thin and warm, a double cuff, fleeting time went away, the beautiful scenery waiting could one day hair tie hair. So, this life, may be, and you just a zither song, dance, tea, let the king and smile, always stopped my ears, even if the plum blossom, still, keep a wind landscape in January, until the king returns.

The vibrant, called a solemn pledge of love, after all is over tired bird after the flowers. Once the ideal setting for a couple in love, candle, blurred, your gentle, let me a wind, but not into tactic. A window thin shadow, half a roll over, alone time, and drink, and love to say. You know, half shade red rain, a look back, we were involved in the new trace, a Xiangyixiangwei warm back, Xiangxi phase. For thousands of years, Jesus Christ, I only wish, from generation to generation, and Jun, in peach with Fangfei, spend the Jiangnan region of rivers and lakes, to a tree blossoms red, find a place, you fold the word, I cook said of boys and girls, the fairy tale of the white hair, how in the future, still each other, has helped to go after the dust amidst the long time road, wish, this end is not Nanke dream.Embroidery history