Was changed for me, I just think a little taste better, think of the Paradise, do not know the old grandpa in the yard of the Na Zhu apricot, is not again covered with pale pink apricot, far look, a bunch of big pink flowers. Night in a spring rain, garden trees in pale pink overnight into a white, every flower best in gilded aromatic core, surrounded by buzzing bees around a few sticks. Spring night, snow or rain, a land of white,UGG boots clearanc, green branches. Branch office small vivid green leaves emerge the original Mahogany Department, a small drum with a green bag, wrapped in wheat season of sweet yellow.
always feel that this is a poignant season, there should be a matching of pathos of the legend, a poignant love story. Such as the Legend of Love, as a Galaxy flow today.
apricot fairy, one floating in purple, in this season, Gone with the Wind Pro world, the brush with hand painting on each one apricot pink cheeks, until after spring rain, snow white in the package in the outside of each flower. Year after year, this world is doomed in the Spring Festival, accompanied by apricot rural soul with the slightest fly, sky full of Hornsey down. Ching Ming after the fairy back to heaven, Paradise, only to be spring of next year's Ching Ming season.
him, ordinary clothes and hands of a pen, abdominal stunning Wizards. Only take it lightly free and easy bohemian character is not accepted by the world, can only be drunk every day in between wine and ink, like pine trees, waving of a few, the proud and leap off the paper loose from the horizon of the song than the Nanshan, head firmament, rooted The Gap cliff overlooking the earth, died sigh of sorrow. He was sloppy, their love, loyalty and unwavering, but this time he loved wine cup, only the hands of the brush.
another year next spring has been XiXi, ox hair filaments, light green, dominated the early spring, only a curtain of fog water vapor steaming. Apricot Fairy still dressed in purple gloss with each face more than apricot. He, or loose in the ink between the pine and wine, wine is more than overflowing ink still a brilliance Hong, unfinished one, the appreciation of some, I feel even make your own mind, they hoist the throw to the Way of drawing paper side of streams within the. Perhaps it was this encounter, no special signs, under a willow in the river, perhaps only because he's behind the bush drowned how many small apricot bar. Fairy inadvertently see the ink with water journeyman talent loose paper which also rejoicing, then hold up in the river with the breeze about to wet drawing paper, dry with a fairy wind, hold up their hands cents pen drawing paper attached to the back of a weeping willow stream map, still with the light ink, full of tenderness with light yellow willow swing. Armed with drawing paper around for the owner, I heard the muffled broken jars, so that the fairies had found him passed out under the willow, and perhaps it is love at first sight, because that's heard all the power of true love never read need a reason. Angel Heart admiration for him, turned into a woman, dressed in purple, a look of natural elements, but more the people are intoxicated with the beautiful. When he woke up when, amazed to find himself lying beside the photograph of safety and thrown away by their own ink Evergreen map, get up and found the back of the ink is a more beautiful weeping willow, can not help but lament that it should only share the beauty of tenderness before the sky Yes, perhaps the world should only be to find a dream, look around, find a fairy, a little bit of hesitation and doubt, look,UGG shoes, we saw that by his own and broke the jars, not a dream.
love at first sight never belonged to two people, unruly character, not so much red tape binding and etiquette, let me know, said he finally found a confidant, and a confidante. Sudden confession to a little fairy loss, apricot cheeks as pink as a moment. With only a short time early spring before the Ching Ming, fly down the time until the time of Heng Fa Chuen, is fairy time left, how will he know that this is a beautifully doomed love. A spring wind, blowing fairy heartache, Paradise will shed all, it is difficult to say farewell exports, but have to say. He asked why, the fairies can not say so, a promise, next year the season is Apricot meet again the day you and me. He no longer asked, but I strongly believe their love, stick to a year's time, and sometimes will wake up the winter sky in the snow is falling all the apricot mistake, then that is crazy looking for a while, and the wind in pain and yearning. Since then, under his brush Jizhi addition of a willow, pine and cypress in ink next to non-stop dancing, he was no longer drinking, drunk of severe fear of their own, afraid that they fall asleep, afraid of the fairies came when I missed out again .
sky fairy will all see in the eyes, pain in my heart, though full of the day, but as long as if the century, the tears have never been broken, which have turned into a blossoming purple clouds horizon. Just looking forward to the arrival of the next day, you can go and meet him. Always the hope, at last comes the moment. Fairies decked out his thin, still with her purple fairy clothing. World, he has planted an apricot yard,UGG boots cheap, keep the trees day and night, watching a little bit of swelling buds, and I feel excited. Or night rain,UGG boots clearanc, excessive fatigue that he actually fell asleep under a tree, fairy flutter and to, into which women, looking at him sleeping under the trees, heartache, his mouth suddenly float smile, eyes slightly open , see the front of the fairies had misty eyes, fear this is a dream, stand up firmly in the grip Fairy, do not let go until the confirmation is not a dream.
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