Si Fang Chinese still do

Si Fang Chinese still do
Thinking to do Fanghua, regret and boredom of loneliness became solidified, suffocating crystal, deepened melancholy poems, in fact, the so-called life, to remain constant happiness in people under constant interpretation, always people are very disappointed, but I also sigh of these reflect the cold, moonlit night in the dark, the search for the ultimate distribution of vicissitudes. The breeze gently swaying, thoughts unassuming, beneath the bitter in front of the Mirage, with my shop to start the half 笺 Xinyu, inadvertently slip into the source of my heart, so that the depletion of the darkness into the eternal, so all ups and downs of Xinyu I understand. At this point, in this quiet but sultry night, Gu Deng, still have a stubborn one child at the table describe the thoughts, concerns, watch, wait ..... hands Qinglong paper with pale, long time of holding the pen has been long lost, late of not see a pen, look to the sky, tears across the tip, the continuation of the hearts of those who can not forget, either alone breath again and spread the sad glimpse of attack, autumn and even gone again quarter, however, the proliferation of autumn to the winter of Qi Feng sharp, still can not free my stubborn eyes, gray scenes that memory is so fresh in my memory, I sat at this time no one even once again secretly the recall past in the past.

I remember the space, a friend of mine asked me, why do you always write such sad article, are not happy, happy stories? However, I can not take the English word, quietly smiling. However, if you read carefully, too thin to see, slowly to goods, you will see that the window gazing is to love the aesthetic, and plunged into the swirl of memories, such as fallen leaves as decadent, stumbled along, but still affectionate memories of the loving eyes. Perhaps it is for this season to blossom instant breeding in the heart feeling, perhaps, I was lonely flowers to bloom once again impressed by his deeply attracted me, as my pain, buried deep. I do not know the pain of those buried from where they started, used alone in the moonlight, used with the companion text to accompany me to write the disappearance of fragrance in their sleep, light singing humming loneliness into martyrs, and I was difficult to maintain that nature in the pure love of the route only look into the distance, laughing alone in the moonlight. Gently shake the ripples look burnt, of course I am not a very profound experience of grief under the Gudeng, but I always kind of sense of sadness, with tears surging out of control when the Xinjinin Ying Kuang, tears reprove the vicissitudes of life, confused with love and love's infinite, so unforgettable, sigh, not knowing when to release these anxious and helpless. Perhaps, it should really learn to slowly adapt to the environment, learn to light the mood to deal with everything, including love. Can always be used in the night, my thoughts, you can do, I'm not sure, but I will try to do it, so that like a person is looking in the night sky, I forgot to see the Millennium Jun laughing, not a fantasy to hold you dream, so all if back in time, are scattered edge of my edge together, with the disappearance of hope in this world, there has never been a stranger I am familiar with, but, can you? that are already not a problem , as long as eyes closed, mind flashed before her eyes how the heartache, but also turn your tender care that do not care, has been deeply penetrated my body, take my soul, to and fro, as I to create a lonely and lonely, so I still bow to adapt to the lonely, so I have a faint thoughts today can imagine, I would be happy happy text? been exclusive with them, then I think it's strong, it is not true , vulnerability will always take care of the special air around me, like a ray of fragrance, haunted me, haunted mine, have changed the searching, tonight, the fall quiet again, and too often over tired So, there is thought to do this today Fong Chinese still!
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