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In the south of the misty rain


Blue sky, is spotlessly clean heart. Sunshine, is penetration Buddha mind. A lamp Qingming, a ray of fragrance, dressed Pathetic, some warm memories, among mountains and the water drunk dealings wind. Lonely glide quietly, in the depths of years, into the misty sky misty rain, spilled south of the ink Dan company seal Hong Kong.

Meet with you, the most beautiful of my life unexpectedly. Sky after the rain, there is no bright rainbow, there thrilling blue. You stand in the lake, Fangcaoqiqi pastoral years, dressed in white, stunning water falling. What edge is? Throbbing soul at that moment only. What is love? Only fleeting casual glance at each other. Perhaps looking for a thousand years of waiting, perhaps forgotten moments of waiting, the moment it becomes timeless. Heart, is a lifetime. Beautiful life, than encounter the moment, the impact of body and soul, gentle beautiful south.

Wen Wanru jade, Wai Lan heart, what shall I describe to you. You are graceful woman in classical Lane, with the Hermit Tao Yuanming, Qingzhao quiet, gentle, and Wet, walking in the south of the rivers and lakes, writing elegant rhyme. Not warm, not play, as this southern rain, Durian, Ruoyouruowu, hazy in my dream. Mature-minded, compassionate hearts, busy watching flowers bloom, Yunjuanyunshu. Homecoming, precipitated a touch of elegant you, you are a woman intellectual and deep. Obsession, is my heart. Intoxicated, is my feeling. Haunting dream Ying. Feel every drop of rain, all your tears; every cloud, all your love; every flower, all your heart; every wisp of wind, all with your fragrance; every sound water ring, are be your Qing Yin. Zen cloud water, you are in addition to the Red, vigil to Buddha in my heart alexander hera pre wedding.

Walking through the misty rain south, along the winding Liu Di, observing fish play wave, wind and waves, either Acacia, such as clouds filled. Think that slender willows, as you wind in hair, flowing out of the classical and romantic. Winding streets, stone waterside pavilions, all with a touch of tempting thoughts. Already the spring, your heart still asleep it? Peach opened, and thanks. Willow fell again green. That rain banana, but also a huge drooping who withered leaves, Huai has gone a thousand years. Do you see it? Clear Bitan, droves of herring, his mouth plants, where planktonic algae in silk, enjoy the freedom of happiness. Petals speckled Bitan, grass covered slopes, I wander in the spring, but my mind was only you. There are a strange herring, but like inverted tour, if rebellious, I always do strange things. Stir in a solitary pavilion, pavilion empty, and that Guyingzilian willows one, in the blue misty rain melancholy hk 4g.

Really like this magical land, and this land somewhat legendary gardens. This is the city center, the last pure land. A few acres of gardens, hundreds of years of history. Across a small lake, uphill, but also a small lake. All trails through quiet, all the ancient gray. Show on ancient camphor and sign hanging on the ancient maple, these trees have been there for 200 years or 150 years. The youngest laurel, there are hundreds of years. Qiaolan standing on Immersió, listening gurgling water, as if living outside. Ancient wisteria, along trees, meandering out vigorous and stubborn, purple wisteria on a brilliant spring bloom unique, that is what a flower waterfall? Pouring a kind of majestic and deep, as if you unique elegance and romance. Mantianhuayu, sky florid. Birds chirp, in such a pure land, their song is the most crisp, their voice, only know there is love, I do not know hate. Birds such as the Teana, accompanied by the sound of water, accompanied by flowers, deep shade, in the lonely depths, in the depths of Zen.

Under the stone bridge, is a canal, canal water is quite anxious, but more to see clear. Algae wind in the hair and tiny fish, such as needle, such as filaments, such as raindrops, such as the woman's eyelashes, channeling a torrent. Drainage is next to Bi Tong, several stool, reached into Pitt pond, old stone fence, but no one anglers. Then less of promise, "Green bamboo hat, green hygrophila Inclined rain do not need to go," the old-fashioned, I miss you, Phi Mino Dai Li, doubted see, in this rain, rain, quiet fishing a lake brothels. I was fishing sway the public, you are fishing woman Millennium romantic. Qin floral nose, as if your body fragrance, quiet and elegant. Far from a pavilion, Bangshui built magnificent sight, the doors locked and a lot of rocks beside embellishment. Rocks, waterside, trees, flowers and reflection in the water, and that the fish seemed to stoning, waterside, trees, flowers and walking through, cruising and in heaven Wonderland. And you embracing, holding a book, slow chant poetry, in the south of the rain, let the water reflecting our face, in the stream of time quietly, slowly getting old. Finally, with this pure natural melt and unity. Lake at the end, is a bridge, the bridge opening is connected to, and is a pool. Big red carp, wagged his tail, slowly through the bridge opening to that clearer and more shallow lake to go, gradually hiding in the rocks disappear. A lawn embankment, shiny green grass. Yula among the bushes, a place filled with smoke.

House building homes, or cornices carryover, antique; or tall Broad, strong and modern. Are nestled in the green bushes, after several twists and turns, deep-lined, discovered a way Orchids. Orchids everywhere, that glimpse of the elegant, worldly know all the flowers, a little vulgar. Lancashire valley, as if the hidden world of you. "Jie Lu in the human environment, traveling without noise. Creates a wilderness round? Heart distant self-bias. Mining Ju Dong, leisurely to see the mountain. Mountain air sooner or later good. Asuka phase also. Among them there are real intention, To distinguish words have been forgotten. "hermit, such as blue, but I'm just a daisy it. You are blue, I was chrysanthemum, graceful in the south of the rain. Portland, in the rain silence. Purple flower, white bottom, light and elegant, and that light petals, thin as onion skin, lip, such as silk. That was the rain wizard, cloud soul, dreams of Sanskrit. Blue fresh fragrance, no one can match the flowers in the world. That is the real soul of Fine penetration in the sky at the moment, a bright shining void Buddha. Portland, gracefully open, under old trees, maybe they do not need a lot of sunshine, just a little wind and rain, sufficient, able to open a shock earthly flowers. Portland, full of a place, where every flower, there is a you. You petals swaying, shaking off a ground poetry.

Because of you, is the rain and warm. Alone in the solitude of the rain and enjoy the heart of your happiness. Turned blue pool, that 200-year-old maple sky, wake up my sleeping wild. Indomitable spirit, all-powerful, full steam ahead, Kangkaibeige, I present the world a man. Want armored cavalry, across battlefields, die on the battlefield, spear poetry. That I, I was a hero, you're beautiful, you're lying in my arms, quietly shed tears, tears wet my shirt, writing their love romance. My Kung Fu, sword long song, and his heroic. Because of you, my world is no longer lonely, wandering dead leaves that land, but also the flexibility of the foot with the rain, flower, leaves, grass is always mixed together, mixing real hint of emotion; because of you, I text With Brisk wings, ethereal mood, romance. Lush trees, the sky-line, this is what a ancient and quiet. Hiding in ancient buildings, and occasionally exposed corner, colored flowers, embellished. White, orange flower, yellow spring, red camellia, purple paulownia, respectively, in different areas, you inadvertently, and you hit a full. Because of you, my journey is no longer alone, and not one person looking at the landscape, at the moment, is clearly with you. You as air in my breath, in my heart and lungs, in my blood the. You are like the floral-like, into my body, and I merged the. Life thank you, in my mind, in my body, you are everywhere. In the south of the rain, meet you, nice. You hold a paper umbrella, who exudes a faint smell of orchids, wavefront graceful, poetic walked in my life. You are my life passing it?

Smoke filled the air, the rain started falling. Life, as always, nothing exciting, and occasionally hectic, occasionally quiet, leisure reading, busy like you. Eager to work with you met in this misty rain. Eager to work with you friend, in this southern spring inside. Eager to work with you in love, this life in the corner. Eager to work with you in love, in this earthly city. Desire to be with you, forget the world forget the Pure Land in this machine. We met in the earth where it becomes warmer Pure Hell is full of happiness. But you do not know a little while, I only miss the quiet, lonely enjoyment, the personal end of time.

Miss dense smoke, Rain with flowers swirling. I like romance of rain, like rain dripping alone in the middle, I feel your presence. Your little hand in my big hands warm, your hair on my shoulders soft, your body fragrance flowing in my heart and lungs, your laughter in my ears lingering. Rain, quietly, gently, softly. You quietly, warm, Mimi. Tears over the face, wet skirts, washing the hearts of melancholy. I wait for you, in the south of the rain, waiting for you, forever, you will come? Maybe this life, you do not appear, it will not come, you're just one of my dreams, in the rain, south of the rain, free of the millennium. My Lan, where are you?

One thousand turn 100 back, unknowingly is a eucalyptus forest, straight trunk, is so straightforward, and does not know a song, evidently, or even to my heart. I like that kind of straight-line sky is so arrogant, the original is still proud of my bones, but forgot he still proud of it. How do you like it? Such a primitive jungle. Vast and not marginal, with the mountain, toward the day's end. The middle is the number of acres of open space, empty and vague and remote. Secluded woods, birds blowing breeze, Manjuan a Lin Shasha sound, stroll in the forest, yellow leaves everywhere, stacked, such as blankets. Open space at the end, is that this new orchard, a large, a large, yellow soil, delicately fragrance. Orchard outside, is bustling streets, the same color of skyscrapers, only separated by a wall, the hustle and bustle, stand on the outside. Pro, this is not as our spirit? Only a fence, they create a pure land of the soul. Few black dog, a few brown sheep on the open grasslands Sahuan, foraging. Not far away, an abandoned Wayao, surrounded by vegetable, a dirt path through the center from vegetable, separated by a wall leading to the Red.

Orchards along the path next to the number of rows in a slow, a fence, a Chaifei, a wooden hut, one full of frogs in Xiaotang, pond overgrown with grass. Open Chaifei, went, showing new species of peppers, eggplant, and open white radish, cauliflower holding yellow petals, neat vegetable bed, creepy many unknown wildflowers. A newly built skyscrapers, called City Island to the, hospital dozens of strains of large camphor tree, called Green Island, a luxury compared to the garden, I do not know how poor a. But people are still lucky upstairs and contentment in the upstairs also saw this piece of green sea, but also fancies mean. Chaifei in the garden, has been extended to the base of the skyscraper, skyscrapers and that only a bamboo woven into the fence apart, an elderly couple in the footings of the building planted fruits and vegetables. People think that the building can be staged reality version of stealing food, effortless. Real paradise, frog drum bursts, we feel that is the right to take the hoe to pick Kei older couple, happy and satisfied. As long as the heart, thousands of miles apart, Whatdoes. No body Nabi Flying wing minds think alike, in fact, needless to say. Caring silently, silently understood, silently waiting, silently blessing, everything is silent, and sometimes really can silence speaks. No secular, no cumbersome, it is pure land where love, heaven affair. Gradually drift into a lingering and warm air, through the years of time and space, burning in life blue sky and white clouds, romantic Jiangnan misty rain.

Road without end, Article 110 attached to each other, winding paths past, a straight road, the big street is several tall, youthful woman faintly audible laughter. Far, vibrant spring, publicity and presumptuous. Osmanthus tree beside a tree backwards enough number of blocks of stone, carving hundreds of years ago, romantic, everything will become history, including that of building youthful laughter. Everyone was young, it will slowly grow old, the last is a cup of dust. On a piece of ground, stuck Jiduo plastic flowers, a bunch of burned paper money of ash, residue nuclear some firecrackers, flowers are planted around a new strain of laurel, surrounded by a circle. Perhaps the memorial is buried in the sweet-scented osmanthus tree soul. Life Ho to, and that is our final destination, to one with laurel, perhaps a good home.
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