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2015年03月18日

A wisp of pale light as

Tonight a sudden rain, wind of autumn weather, just like the heart, unconsciously quietly to heat up, and there is no sign of getting cold. Looking for a quiet path, not afraid of wind and rain, without fear of darkness, all the thoughts into a song of "pipa", get drunk I don't know. Loved, high-handed, if given, still have to send the role of trust on her mind.
In a world of mortals of misty rain, relies on the floor to listen to the wind, like was forced to separated from the branches of the fallen leaves, so helpless, always in my heart. So, the last touches the ground of the "salsa", seems to be a heavy sigh, and like to walk through together with spring, walk on a summer departure branches. It seems, is in regards to their will into the land.
Autumn in September, I do flowers, flowers devastation. May be born with feeling, as the love in the spring of magnolia, the lotus in the summer, autumn, also very love chrysanthemum. Perhaps, as long as it is quietly listen to me to tell about the plant, all like me. Desk with a pot of chrysanthemum, bedside hung a pot of bracketplant, night insomnia when open, in bedding such as iron bed, vaguely felt a warm current from the heart. It, is probably the longest confession of love - company!!!!
Perhaps writing ability is too thin, perhaps heart is too heavy, the tip of the finger put pen to paper, total feel no. Want to turn into a whirl of wind, drifting in the boundless sea of clouds, and the royal colts by running, to dapeng ostentation. Occasionally, admitted savage, prank help your hair, and made a face run elsewhere. Autumn winter season, of course, will not disturb you warm. Want to turn into a flower, the four seasons, forever with you, in the way you only,, enjoy your smile can is like a true...
Across time, in the past, I no longer can't go back.
The world of mortals is tender, and let the weak water three thousand, what a ladle, this is my drink? If I the afterlife butterfly lovers, stay on the bamboo forest in front of you, you will not be the bright colors of admiring my wings? You know, after the pain of silkworm chrysalis broken cocoon just to change you a glimpse.
Night, deep again. A wisp of pale light as if against the hegemony of the dark, with only a little weak breath, threw the night tear a hole. Tonight, "pipa language" single loop, the countless times, because I want to timesong, disconsolate lamentation, not so song "cry cry whisper secrets" more incisively and vividly!
Buddha said: past five hundred years of looking back, before the return pass this life. This life, you and I meet, always seems to be far future. I cling to the world of mortals, refused to still keep silent. Seems to deliberately playing tricks on fate, when I think of you and I together, a look back, you already exceeds the gulf, reached the shore, and I, ACTS leave blank and bewildered, and your only for an instant, but only this one eye, has through one thousand.
Backing fan, I learned to tears but still running. Midnight, dusty worry, only chrysanthemum understand, only understand. The stone bridge, one thousand five hundred years ago is still strong, although suffered the wind, five hundred, five hundred, rain sun in five hundred. Because he knew that she would come. Counter attack in one thousand, stupid dream, friends, and wait until the last, or desert solitary smoke.
River autumn waters up to, bacc the irrigation, as I put it cut off the water filled in the gap you and me, through my boat easily, would you wait in place, give me a gorgeous turn around? Sunset and solitary seek fly together, autumn sky color, I am with you, if I can fly together in the sky, play something with dress clothes?
Time footsteps in a hurry, gradually, low eyebrow letter hand, pipa music with you know.
Say to the wind, I have to go, it pity me, gave me a ride, north and the north, I can't find the direction to stay. Perhaps the wind cored, perhaps inadvertently, such as I look back, found that it had sent me a far-away, crossed a few heavy mountain, crossed several great river, with you, away.
I really go, go.
  


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