Huazipiaoling artesian water

Yesterday, read a book, called "Huazipiaoling artesian water." Unspeakable feeling cold, desolately, and cool, is a kept woman, blankly tells a poignant story of their own long ago, and tells of that period was "forever, eachother," the oath, in the passage of time in the cold, pale, tasteless until the change, and then finally leave a person alone in an empty zero-waiting ... ...

  Wandering the vast earth, the Duoliaoyifen noisy, would be less quiet, indifferent to the brilliant minds of the Nama and had a. Gray days, not longer painted any color, when the spring is over, dream Duochou. State of mind, always in the brow Qingcu, wrapped around a hundred years unconscious dream. Past and Present, the word love is difficult, and unspeakable hatred, unspeakable injuries. I, dripping tears, marks off the constantly injured, unable to retain the eternal, let go of sadness. Always in the end how far, in reality, I am very fickle.

  Blossom, everything is Going hard waiting, Bijiang seeking. Canmeng break, do not wear youthful look, every other constantly miss, life and death, but the Red moment. Dependent dust, wind, clouds Yang, finally immune to dust and dust, soil return to the earth, Love III, also fled leave betrayal. Wind and scattered clouds, floating down the rain in one place, is I, Qinglei, silent dripping, with the dream there anymore. Migrating to find also laid hold of the direction.
    
  A Yunmeng get the job, a trace of Red flowers in the end is the dream, and eventually became empty, not always forever, just past the past, the roots fingertips, easily goes away, stroking a chord tone, Apprehension past clear film dream of love. Who is not who's never end, no one who is not attached to the end, Huazipiaoling, Piaoyuan gently worry, worry scattered light. Artesian water, flow away Hui Live, streaming away yesterday injury.

   Everything seems to still dream, can all already, such as clouds every now and then quietly away; all anxiety as still present, in fact, as the mist of all the white sail gradually go further away, is long gone. Everything seemed still in the ear, how can they not understand that all all all, are already yesterday's story at the present haze, has been blurred, already turned.
    
  Artesian water from the dying flowers, love dream since disappeared from the worry.
  The sun will come out, still sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, and the dead will return to the heart can also.
  Flowers every year ，whether Zhao Zhao affectionate to.
  Falling hearts scattered yellow, fragrant as before the situation can no longer.

  Life and death, Yuanjuyuan scattered, but the Red Meng Yichang ... ...