Not the old days confusion is far more than the former
People say that a person at the time of youth, like the Sun, middle-age like the Moon, I had the Sun, most of the time wasted in my ignorance, now standing in the Moonlight, the vast month when Zenith, more bright moonlight, the more you feel miserable, lonely, not eager for under the Moon and flowers tenderness, and not did not know deficiency month weather round thing. However, there will always be lots and lots of emotions tangled together, cemented a surge of the undercurrent, a wave of a surge towards the heart, secretly worry-making silk in resentment in the fields as Temple rain squash outside the temple.
Perhaps, time left me not just under the Moon and flowers and weather round the interpretation of deficiency, the worry of blame and squash silk rain, hosts not heavy, the wind, ripple bleakness of get up in the night to urinate.
Not the old days, confusion is far more than the former, I'm here, much the way close to the Park, a year older, another fall in the autumn, lives a dream body placed in the late autumn of The Flood of Years.
Night silence, a paper xianyan, explain who that in the past, autumn will do, the Sun and moon long shall understand; life jinhuan pride, MO gold bottle empty for months, never in the dark to shed busy throwing steal tears, not eastern fence yellow chrysanthemum.
Borrow a Word, I'm not willing to miss a lot, but I have been doing.
Time as water years of river the is more flow more far has
Downtown area for a long time, always always wanted to, in a light wind clouds light afternoon, looking for a quiet Hill, a man sat there quietly, towards the empty shanse, boundless heart with the desert, close to hear birds insects, dotted with silence instead of Liao scenery.
Hold a Sun into arms, feel warm, carrying a WISP breeze with sleeves, feel free, smoothly twist arranged the hair of a beautiful woman, also intends childhood laugh naive, shame red has face, laugh opened has heart, laugh opened has sky of pugongying, swirl, and floated floating swing, with wind, and with cloud to has distant, put a a of dream kinds of in has end, only sigh this a don't in also no return. Grass green every year, and years to come to Brown in the fall, back in the ring of a rocking chair, send us a copy of shanghuai to the high tides.
Time as water, years of river the is more flow more far has, far of only in home of scenery in listening to, far of only in those Pan yellow of old photos in found a flower spent opened of time, far of only in memory in found that tablets Flos sophorae deep of laughter, far of only in a falls red full diameter in the found that dwarf Lei Xia autumn does not old of flowers, has more distant, on has more Miss.
Time rusuo, years of network the is more weaving more near has, near of you can't on mirror dowries, near of you can't open that corners of fish increasingly deep, near of you can't face lots lots of black hair in clips with that root glare silver, surprised after, is feel sadness welling up WOW Gold, Su Dongpo station in history before issued has "affectionate should laugh I early health Wafa" of through "a sigh", and I is in own of patio in silent whine, I can't and he elderly par, but also is sense life is like a dream, I no he elderly also pour a libation River months of heroic, Cheapest tears honour at that moment, he "a sigh" eternal place, my "Ming" sad life.
Sichuan field land landscape autumn Ridge on the dam made
At this point, the autumn to a loving mother, spread out the hands full of I've got a, far mountain, the ridge of these children were let go in her arms, hard back frequently bent down, looking at a basket baskets of sons and daughters, smiling wrinkles full cheeks, there are no happier than harvesting hope things.
Sichuan field land landscape, autumn Ridge on the dam made, Ridge are emotional, ditch and gully Valley are King, the event description or not. Distant light come up with a song, a song of memories, I do not know how many people can remember, the ridge of uplink; I passed on the Ridge, hearts filled with autumn, and if you, you will accompany me, review past joy of sth
Scenery of the beautiful people sigh, they just linger in the memory, time can erase the corners of a person, but not to memories.
One moment is always slackness and laziness, how much paper rattan bed days sleeping accounts, reflecting in the still empty Chambers, warm and replenish the past today's sunset twilight, can't remember how many cycles of cycle life fall in Cheap
Gold for WOW, and some things still remain in the days of waiting, looking back road, not a wisp of worry about the long.
