Quartzite, the horse away, that moment,canada goose jackets who stopped in the courtyard, deep thoughts, hold Qingjin rolled sleeves? Broken Bridge, a glimpse, ignorant contact Stanford, who rebounded in the banks of West Lake, lute, playing endless waves Xiao broken dreams? Bar Du Yi Wei, Yuemanxilou, can look back, who is expecting a miracle, a Yan Zhilei wind swing? Purdah among the Taiwan side mirror, alone Wei Liang, who is cold makeup mirror and comb, sigh spring and urging the roots of old? Amidst the sadness, blue river, mist gray, who is holding a paper umbrella, waiting for a corner of blue? Draw from the belfry song, a broken lute crazy dream, turn never came back first, only to spend Nongying taken lightly, but then issuing news reports. - Vicissitudes of seasons, time trace, blot anger and delusion, half-broken crescent, suspended mid-air, Yuyu King House, complains of people overflowing from the fingertips, who is the lute, playing a heartbroken man's sadness? Who's voice shattered the aspirations of people waiting, who's tearful voice, but also ask a harmonious union of attachment disorder? Who is not old for whom waiting for the green into a monument, who was one for whom the combination of thousands of tears? Butterflies and hanging under the eaves Stir sleep dance, and swimming in mountain streams Huanhua in the shallow-water fish to ride eastward, oriole and Xiling of future generations to kiss a sunny day with snow, maple leaves and the breeze blowing across the river were circled, chilling and sunset yellow lines compose a thousand Juelian. - Rain floor hear the wind, the delicate Skin oncoming weak, despite years of wind, upset the temples scattered black hair, rely on the rafters column, weak hand with the rain walk, touch the fingertips of the rain, trembling PASSING fleeting in the scars, wake up all the memories of sleeping in my mind, lingering continue in the rain at the Xu Liu, Cheng Fei of smoke, an instant into a line, surrounded by the outline in a few of Castle Peak, the elimination of the ambiguity in the Rain Lane memory in the rain burns, scars in the flowers bloom, rooms within the ink dry who tactic, Diaolan jade puzzle should be in force is changed, a pavilion Road, late wind blowing into the flute residual flow, outside the mountain sunset mountain . - Mo lean on a railing, looks into the distance Cold Mountain peaks and ridges, isolated Hongbei Ming, as like being cut in line, swaying a bleak sadness, overlooking the river, a boat was gone, and waves in the mythology of the South Pavilion music room, but was gradually crumple floating algae in the sediment of a rainbow-like dream, love and hate the original in the stroke, but can not read each other, in straight sets have nowhere to-day, long time no face, hastily thought dying in that moment, since the can not categorically sword, than lingering Nowhere, inevitably complain carefully, through the carved sandalwood sad window, fall color in the ink paintings in the South. Absence Fu, and then slowly spread Apex, pale tunes, as you resolutely refuse to return, marching steps clinging, from the pale of the pupil away from the sight, two sub-section of the road, stop and go but always get out of your day, licks the wet sections of rivers and lakes forget themselves, that is, life hold back the tears of the most difficult, it is most difficult to wipe the tears flow, intersection, in the most splendid season, how to spend this most memorable season, let a few towards the wind and rain buried several Asagiri, Spring City fly restless, warm air hit, any memory of swing, excessive drinking in the past, a little drunk sunset, when I suddenly flowers, Yela is too short . People look for her thousands of Baidu, moncler jackets the man was in the dim light. Bell Drum, at the cloud moved away, afraid of leaning out of windows, single string on the hook and go in Lanzhou, far too Red, mood of deep cold, Luoxiu furs, flowers dream, monthly hidden in the mountains of China in PASSING, by Long track of a wanderer, if the flow of light and shadow, too amorphous, too hastily. Stayed up all night, the solitude of the look, the night was a three-shift, dewy heart, the west wind do not come, sigh world of hurt, like it to see yesterday, pure cool earth, suddenly remembered, had been stolen for fleeting.