The autumn wind up, he saw fireflies flying all over the sky, cicada song nocturnes who is playing the strings, edge is acacia fluttering in the wind. You, painters Zhuo hand, the acacia into autumn heart lake wave alexander hera, such as oasis, sweetly, fresh, again just like a cup of rice wine, a little bit pure, slightly drunk drunk. Miss, is the hall of the wind, without direction, there is no pain, blew away the distractions of lonely. Years that never old, cloud and retain, geese and home, keep the ethereal sylphlike beauty, promises are myths, permanent, people went, became a failed to settle.
Life is a fate, from start to finish, from scratch, from there to, is doomed to be a can't turn things around. World of mortals dream, called QingHuan, clear four seasons, go a lift romantic, enjoy a ride landscape, the hustle and bustle earth will we forget. Cool breeze bright moon of short duration with sleepless nights, in the world of mortals, mo greed dream, don't sing backyard flowers alexander hera.
"If life only such as first, what the autumn wind sad picture fan. Afford to change, so the heart, but way so the heart variable. Mount li qing night" half, the patter tamhui bell will not complain. Giving her ficklefavours only jinyi son, what about the colorful renshi day. Sentient beings do not have to die, fragrant exactly, ruthless is not necessarily refuse, I as long as you remember: the first smile to each other."
I saw a mountain, I saw water; See mountain is mountain, water is water; See you is me, I am your; Jian Jia maturity, but still you. After you're gone, ground wilderness, mountain is no longer the mountain, water is no longer the water. Spring rain, summer month cicada song, autumn leaves, winter spring; A last wish tree, this life server rack .
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