2014-12-17 17:14:47We just forget to say
Held the wipe lonely
At night, I stood at the window alone, is the lush foliage scattered mottled moonlight sprinkled on me. The balcony, shadowy figure is the orange light pull more prolate.
Cool breeze, like wings like the butterfly like the inability to fall on my head and thin leaf. The spread of the wind, blew my cheek side bangs, also scatters the light shining on me, like a searchlight on me, wandering more than. I quietly looked at the sky a bright moon hanging in the hand, slowly close the palm of your hand, holding it to wipe the moonlight.
The month is lonely, do not want to associate with the sun and stars, not accompanied by. She is quiet and keep his party night, lonely dance, indulge in self-admiration.
Taibai is lonely, he is immortal, like flies away, his month long Yin, his pride, his handsome, his unruly nobles, all over the world, he refused to associate with. Li Bai is lonely, his arrogance, his loneliness, "a toast to invite the moon, on the film into three." He quietly guarding their own side of the sky, the surrounding cold looked at numerous desire dyed by heart, he scorned, who ridiculed his arrogance, cupola, "an bow and scrape powerful thing, so that I may not be happy yan!"
Night, I do not know when a touch of dark clouds, there came from the floor, like the old man walking like vain trembling, it slowly moving, moving, slowly, it becomes larger, darker, more strong, like with a swallow all the courage and determination. I looked at the stand proudly in the jade plate, Lian Lian mou. Finally, the spread of white jade plate began to damage.
It is still smiling, the Mou bottom with no one can force the arrogance. Yes, it is lonely, the life of the trough, setback, she indulge in self-admiration alone, licking the wound. No amount of oppression, many failures and how, she Zhengzheng pride on the more refractory. The wind broken ground ripples, the rustling of leaves in the trees, the dark night sky, month effort blooming their brilliance, and I held her lonely.
The month is a lonely, cloud half shade, the month is fearless, confident she proudly with desperate courage, is like that of calm and meet with biotite phagocytosis.
Limpid moonlight, until it disappears completely, the balcony becomes more and more fuzzy figure. The Frank meet and challenge failed month ah, the long night, who sing for you.
It is struggling, dark clouds began to surge, it is struggling, purging the moonlight sky, it struggled with resolution and courage desperate. Palm Guanghua slowly closed, the moon in the sky, the Mou bottom shallow light flashing.
It is lonely ah! All alone in the night sky solo, aloof, scattered all over the floor of the Guanghua seemed to cool a bit. It is lonely, he bowed his head, looked at Mitsuyo brilliance, month more lonely, thousands of years ago people ah, who had read over the months of loneliness?
Is Narang you, his mind a few people can know? His lonely who can understand? Overlooking the Millennium lonely! Nalan, with his noble and luxurious, covered in the lonely heart deeply. The water tower, grief, sadness, endless. Narang is lonely, once upon a time, his monthly talk, at a time when he touched the lonely, once upon a time, Narang, he used his life, in the moonlight, the loneliness held. The moon, and his talk, the moon, and he inclined to, ah, ah, dance for him, as he said. Nalan alone in his lonely, in the lonely at the top of the Hua que, taste a lonely person.
Deciduous broken ground, the whisper of the wind Qingyin with. What does it sing?
Cool breeze, like wings like the butterfly like the inability to fall on my head and thin leaf. The spread of the wind, blew my cheek side bangs, also scatters the light shining on me, like a searchlight on me, wandering more than. I quietly looked at the sky a bright moon hanging in the hand, slowly close the palm of your hand, holding it to wipe the moonlight.
Mind like a green room, next to the open window
In the brilliant flowers, leaves, encounter life
Wandering is oneself, exile is the mood
A wisp of wind flow over the summer, green day
When the pond, Enron
Love is the two heart Xiangxi, Bingdi flowers
In the heart of the grazing flying dream
Love, is the flow of war time
I not strong
Is the afterlife, you promised me
Life, cloudy and rainy days are no longer important
The month is lonely, do not want to associate with the sun and stars, not accompanied by. She is quiet and keep his party night, lonely dance, indulge in self-admiration.
Taibai is lonely, he is immortal, like flies away, his month long Yin, his pride, his handsome, his unruly nobles, all over the world, he refused to associate with. Li Bai is lonely, his arrogance, his loneliness, "a toast to invite the moon, on the film into three." He quietly guarding their own side of the sky, the surrounding cold looked at numerous desire dyed by heart, he scorned, who ridiculed his arrogance, cupola, "an bow and scrape powerful thing, so that I may not be happy yan!"
Night, I do not know when a touch of dark clouds, there came from the floor, like the old man walking like vain trembling, it slowly moving, moving, slowly, it becomes larger, darker, more strong, like with a swallow all the courage and determination. I looked at the stand proudly in the jade plate, Lian Lian mou. Finally, the spread of white jade plate began to damage.
It is still smiling, the Mou bottom with no one can force the arrogance. Yes, it is lonely, the life of the trough, setback, she indulge in self-admiration alone, licking the wound. No amount of oppression, many failures and how, she Zhengzheng pride on the more refractory. The wind broken ground ripples, the rustling of leaves in the trees, the dark night sky, month effort blooming their brilliance, and I held her lonely.
The month is a lonely, cloud half shade, the month is fearless, confident she proudly with desperate courage, is like that of calm and meet with biotite phagocytosis.
Limpid moonlight, until it disappears completely, the balcony becomes more and more fuzzy figure. The Frank meet and challenge failed month ah, the long night, who sing for you.
It is struggling, dark clouds began to surge, it is struggling, purging the moonlight sky, it struggled with resolution and courage desperate. Palm Guanghua slowly closed, the moon in the sky, the Mou bottom shallow light flashing.
It is lonely ah! All alone in the night sky solo, aloof, scattered all over the floor of the Guanghua seemed to cool a bit. It is lonely, he bowed his head, looked at Mitsuyo brilliance, month more lonely, thousands of years ago people ah, who had read over the months of loneliness?
Is Narang you, his mind a few people can know? His lonely who can understand? Overlooking the Millennium lonely! Nalan, with his noble and luxurious, covered in the lonely heart deeply. The water tower, grief, sadness, endless. Narang is lonely, once upon a time, his monthly talk, at a time when he touched the lonely, once upon a time, Narang, he used his life, in the moonlight, the loneliness held. The moon, and his talk, the moon, and he inclined to, ah, ah, dance for him, as he said. Nalan alone in his lonely, in the lonely at the top of the Hua que, taste a lonely person.
Deciduous broken ground, the whisper of the wind Qingyin with. What does it sing?