2011年1月3日星期一

Barren of the flowers of youth litter

Barren of the flowers of youth litter

Day cooling gently asked, maturity is not the Love of the withered green, restless heart when we can get warmth and comfort? Mottled plaques carved by time, split the old Ash shook his head gently in the wind, did not answer.
Also eager to ease and dull, why it always writing a melancholy and tenderness? Why do you like the face of conversation hearts Freeze breeze tears of the moon? I can not parse those childish immature story, even picked up only in the number of wandering in the lonely comfort. I like a stray wind Xu Xu filaments, in the dark corners, described the pain in the story, repeating the humble harvest.
Monsoon wind blowing gently in the fields of mind, like falling leaves in Autumn hair drifting, floating down the strings in the sky Autumn Melody Qiu Yan notes, I just saw the Moon's share of lonely mood missing, vast things, who also worried about that period of rain in the past? Patches of drifting clouds, the heavy load the parting, whereas lingering thoughts chasing old gentle. It's a boundless sky, moonless night, this deep and distant, contains many timeless story.
Heart is still lingering on all day, melancholy eyes, the pale fire of youth, through the clothes in that cold autumn wind, in the misty night rain was cool earth, I sigh day passes, all the ordinary, dull, all in the mind fade, his thoughts still refuses to face alone, familiar figure has emerged in front of all the hearts are the hope of reunion in the thoughts, the feelings do not mind if the wind flowing brush the dust of life spent in the wind, the snow stopped night, relative to the play-by-day phase.
No one or no one can accurately say how depressed and lonely as a beauty, but also what kind of sad. Autumn watch all the way in the clouds, the premium over the face of the setting sun, setting sun across the numerous wounds in the winding in the mottled look forward to crawling, I would never die of the sails with heavy expectations and ancient, pious guard sounded in the autumn street, quietly listening to your footsteps.
When water alone is not panic time Ripples I enjoy that peace, that the wish of the beginning of brand-dying prematurely looking for the season, some of the United States lies in its dim and subtle, the swamp during the rainy season, so I'm not struggling to help, so sleepy, thoughts of the wings with the piece of Gone With the breeze dropping leaves, slow walk alone in the outskirts of the leaves are blowing, the endless search - Gone with the leaves that piece!
Youth walk in the autumn, the faded downtown, I have been on the road.

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