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a stone Lueqi several flower water droplets on the petals will have some words that I take away, was burning in the long winter heating. The frog is awakened daze muttering a few times, the night back into silence.

Love is a nail, nails in the heart of people hanging heart, a retired local anesthetic in love, the heart began to vulnerable. You look more distant places, and not my eyes, afraid that the season is so busy, but not suited to adapt to the growth of the winter.

you, you like the Daxinganling winter, the white purity of the snow clouds, the trees, like the iron man stands in the light snow, wind, the wind across the branches they are asleep when the sound is balderdash. For them, the cold period of Emperor began looking for a panacea. Sunshine is their love [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], their love life is the bottom line, they are willing to pay do not want to look into the life of the sun, quietly look at the sky [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the subtle presence of the sun enough.

you say, you do not like the northern summer, hot fight cicadas whining and reminder calls weeds soaring, flying flower reminder defeat weeds, fly reminder heart wild desert. Crazy doomed to desolation, the Indus soaring this season, is bound to be hidden hollow branches barren place, and look hot, the flame behind a dark, deserted dark there is no hope.

you rely on the shoulder, gently, relying, like a lotus leaf in the water park, covered with silver in staying with a few drops of memories, crystal pierced; following the end of shaking a few small fish, swinging the silent night, lovely. The moon does not satisfactory with a trace of apology, made a shy light [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], this night I blame it a little less generous. You say I am stingy, so that the night has been too much side, rainy days when you would complain about how dark. Will not successfully complete the day, eager to see the day, there will be next day. Tonight the moon is just right.

I look in your eyes through a haze, and you look at the sky through a hazy, dim my affection was diluted into light, you look pale moonlight is refracted into hazy.

some of that decision I do not like it, you stay at home occasionally blown off and mind my eyes, gently pull up about heartstrings. I think miss the season very strong [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you will make a very strong decision, decided to give me a warm winter, the wind is not too cold, not ice water, frozen in the wilderness will not miss, can not find the way back. You do not panic the river, is not afraid to cross the river, this pier, stand her ground, eyes fell on the next pier, feet tap gently, do not shake to step down, shaking out to draw back, step the sake of a good step by step, a pier over a pier, over the so serious, deeply anxious by your bank knocked the bottom, supported living rock of the stone. I like your serious, like your dedication, the river's end is a dead end can burst.

touch of flowing time, but also Happy; miss a touch of dripping, but also warm; Eau faint moonlight, but also a romantic; memories of the floating light, but also memorable; bright light outside the window, but also heart-warming.

If the temperature is the cause of love can not live forever. Not cool, do not let it heat up, can not be eternal, for it a long time. Light, long-term. I think so, you are doing.