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Yang Lan dust
wind, clouds in the rain struck, the lock clear autumn frost, youth passed away, love travel.

sleeping a thousand years of bondage once they awaken, the number of children Yen cooling, lock the number of youth to make tears, broken hearts How many idiot children.

Love party do, autumn Hsiao Sa. When memory capacity, Si Wu Mo wind like rain. Sober ferry, lights out, drunk on the sky.

Huan women who read the lake, a face peach, boating leaf, I do not know return. Chueiyang Bo Liu Ying Qian-Qian, a few people elegant River upstream, water and sky blend, Chi Kok pedestrians deep sleep, like a poem Cantabile gradually disappear on the painted screen curtain [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], of mountains, of trees, of the pink clouds, falling clouds, to rain, drunk breeze, water, children Miele such as fog, into the landscape to the self, alone provoke loneliness bully.

passing of the vicissitudes which marked the beginning of your face, this is delicate and charming old yellow wilt, do not rush over the others and envy. Pen dipped in blood and writing about the past, filled with pride into the sky, became a youth already dead marks, no one was willing to be picked up. Xu Lu

sun, when we light the face; the sunset, then you my aging of the heroic; moon and stars of the dark dark, past the tomb of the living beings on earth.

rolling ring, Cang beautiful common people, unable to retain last forever.

evening mist swirling off the speckled, the dandelion lonely to be buried in deep snow, winter plum hue, a long time love care. Obsession who tore the years Yu Ling, who rip the days of Hercules locked the door [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], who woke up sobbing lament joking of sleep. The ashes of the spring, after the rebirth of life, are looking forward to the demise of life, lingering afterlife.

maneuvers in the mountains, rises and falls, the shift. Pangu's ax, split the world between the chaos. Briar pipe muddy fog, accompanied by invasion of wet gown last night, missing the eras friend Wanshou clothes, wilted flowers and roadside trekking alone. Kind of black ink, beautiful death, piece together a pedestrian pace. Sad crying rain drops, Menger bleak [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but wash the dead litter the walls of the old gray matter.

iris of the dawn, dried youth love, loneliness infected with serene colors, the solitude of the sky color of the half, the same color waves of dust from Heaven, set off a dash of juvenile and frivolous, the wreckage of a slowly immature girls.

finish lamp, not a long absence, the Red desolate curtain. Jinshan Temple of the night sky, a little boiling spread premium, Pagoda ago, several people waiting for this life alone love, memories of bloody bloom in the chest. It has been cherished soul possessed iron bed moved, cried silent in the remaining neon keep warm at night. Late-night visit to a deserted carriage sound. Melting wax to make a few Xuqing Qiu, light a pile of the dead end of youth, who was not there.

how can there be enduring, how can one child do not, how can we avoid the end of the song, how good things come to seats?

ride the wheel of history move forward, dripping sound, quietly aroused the consternation of the gods have mercy, little Qinglei Fallen flowers, like rain in the song, written to make the empty door. Iraqis jewelry cabinet, mark the legacy of false and contradictory buried only to be perfect.

no footprints in the mud, an unexpected minor springs, footsteps, dished. Finally, a sweet tasting wine leftovers, smiling like to recall that as young love is pure fairy tale world, a quiet moment done, Cheng pulls cruising the love of this world.

clear autumn locked, bonds of the two lines stained forehead, Qingsi death spiral of youth, love empty into the study.

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