I know, reserved for you, stroking the pavilion, overlooking Pinglan, silent Siyuan. Or, you snuggle in the lotus pond willow tree, smile illuminating if peach blossom. Miss hanging branches in the years, eagerly look forward to from bits and pieces of the drawing to roll out a green carpet, you expect, to the wandering heart a warm light.
You said that the days passed like aOoMs Oriole quicksand, if harbor obsession, you in the chapters of my life every page is young and romantic.
In fact, my life sailing has been moored your sails, has been blooming with your smile, has been lingering in your back and forth often, it such as the jade orchid window in full bloom the flower fragrance, to see every day, read every night.
Letters in the memory, in the hands of the curreenexl of smoke ring, rising and not far away, slowly falling; in alcohol and you become increasingly blurred figure of photosynthesis, the screen has been fixed for ever forever. Brushed by the encounter, such as the alternation of the day, there is no intersection.
