Chrysanthemum drunk hedges, drunk darkstory

In September, in the golden autumn season, the chrysanthemum is fragrant, the scenery is pleasant, and it is pleasant; The emerald is golden, and the green and golden colors are particularly charming; The sky is high, the clouds are light, the autumn is high, and the air is fresh and refreshing; the five grains are rich, the fruits are fragrant, the fruits are full of colorful colors and fruits, the images are extremely wonderful, the eyes are full of colorful eyes, the eyes are everywhere, the dazzling beauty is brilliant, and the chrysanthemum is xiangpiaopiao; the Wild Goose returned to the south, watching the wild goose fly to the south, floating to the distance with the Wild Goose’s low sound. In my heart, there was a feeling of nostalgia and those deep attachment in my mind? Do you still remember? You said that I am the woman you have traveled across the mountains and rivers in your life is the most precious gift given to you in children of the century. Deep in your eyes, never separated, you tell I am your love deeply. All this is like a wonderful rhythm drunk my heart. Every monologue is combined into a paper text. I have written all traces for you with plain ink, I always can’t hold the passage of time, just want to pass through the tunnel of time, put all the legends into writing, let me fly through time and space, making up the past life to travel through the Tang wind, Song Yu and Han time month, only the words record eternity, blooming flowers between the lines or fallen petals lie in profusion places. I am a woman who likes to indulge in words, sitting alone under the west window, with long hair floating on her shoulder, flick the keyboard under her fingers, counting the boymarker of the years, describe thousands of years of tiredness in aesthetic stories. Light dance long white silk sleeves, fine makeup, light Yujian YILI cinnabar. Therefore, I just want to engrave your name in my heart with the fate of the past life. I still feel tired and tender in the words, stretch out my palm, and gently smile and think about Yuhua, Yuhua, with the plain clothes, carrying the wind of Tang and Song dynasties, holding the rain of Suzhou and Hangzhou, singing with the fragrance and love of chrysanthemum. In the text, recite a Tang poem, sing a song, and the time is vaguely fixed in the Tang and Song era, holding a volume of ancient rhyme, pan down Lanzhou, hand in hand with the Emperor West Lake, chant poetry to wine, raise a cup and push a cup, make a cup of wine, light dance, slightly drunk, chrysanthemum wine xiangman dance, time flies, and hands make clouds. I always want to precipitate the past and freeze the time. However, what is fixed is only the words flowing quietly in the pen end, letting thoughts sway in the chrysanthemum wind. How many past events, or thick or light, emerge, I think you are thousands of miles away, lianni in the spring and autumn moon, this love net tightly covers my thoughts, deeply flying with the darkstory at the fingertips, with wisps of breeze, secretly exiled in your world, making waves of gentle whispers for you, a kind of intoxicating softness flowing in the air, purging the moon, recalling the intoxicating gentleness of your lips; A tune, the song You and I love lingered slowly in my ear, lingering and tactfully, drunk my eyes and hurt my heart. It seems that I walked into that long-standing era hand in hand with me, with green brick houses, red lights and high walls, curling up and yi yi. Jun once said that I am the love of your life. Tonight, Yuehua is my companion. I just want to calm down and make a pot of chrysanthemum fragrant tea, which is full of chrysanthemum fragrance. I will sort out my thoughts and place my thoughts on plain paper, when chrysanthemum butterfly floats across, it is the smile and blessing that the other side looks at each other! Lay a plain note, study a pool of darkstory, put the missing in the fragrance, the words slowly open in the ink, slide down the finger to express a cavity of lovesickness ink, you can see no, the girl in plain clothes wrote for you a place full of lovesickness chrysanthemum garden, accompanied by the sound, carrying a deep feeling? The chrysanthemum has already drunk the hedges, and the heart is darkstory! Jun Jun, if you are well, I will be sunny!!! Wanru dream was written on QQ624660339, September, 12, 2012

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