10:29 a.m. - 2008-09-13
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Jiangnan Piaoyao in the rain when the vast sky in the slightest Yilv is absolutely no feelings, thoughts such as, soft, warm, romantic, bit by bit by Sala in his mind. I think you raise your hand Wenrun wiped off the face of the water, Buzeng Xiang, but wiped off the water and brought out the deep depths of the Xin-Tian you talk about the……
Remember, is still a Yanyumimeng the day, the Yusi Zhangzhangduanduan in singing in dance, which I feel are brewing, slowly, like Liu Jiangnan shore of the ring to a load of Chuaner Acacia, the song twists and turns% , Stands in memory of the river. Gently to you, I Mengmeng Liaokai the Yan Yu, I Mengmeng's sincerity, I Mengmeng's eyes. You Mouzi tears of joy in my sword in the other side, it melts in the speech Leizhu Ruqirusu. All do not have words, I just lightly Wanqi your hands, hands Legend has it the feelings of the heart talk. This moment, we are no longer two separate themselves, such as rain melted together.
From then on, whenever the drizzle Piaofei, always filled with deep emotion.
The rainy season, like a Yongxin the records, in the season about the play; lit the darkness as if swaying in a lights, illuminate the road of late. Yiwei you gently in my arms, quietly appreciate the real rain. Rain in the earth or float slow or rapid, telling the Chanmian quarter, I really do not know is that we first entered the rainy season, or to hide in this rainy season our hearts with happiness under the drizzle.
Xu Jiumo your news, I wandering alone. From the time you want, then you smile recollection of a thousand million times over. Would like to you, Huer beautiful, Huer depression, Huer happy, Huer quiet…… such as willow waiting for the humid rain.
Love in the depression, the depression slowly to the sad exile strong, open folded in mind, deep taste of each level of deep concern shallow worry about. Depression did not have the people, do not know how to end Kongling Xujing That's thoughts, not Wude That lack of outsiders and the state of mind. Depression, but also the soul of a distributed network Anxiang, a plum blossom, as snow, short-Youyuan. Depression, the phrase not long song, its Youmiao, crime and health care can not draw its Meaningful.depot
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