samanali

Chasing of the wind, looking around the qing cold quiet silence labyrinth, leaves the son be piggyback, migrating, somewhat lonely meaning oil, however. Perhaps this quiet is between earth and defects of the bleak.

To the line of sight, convey and driving cooling of lonely. And the murmuring of life in the rain like rolls of dust, with feelings of thoughts, memories and thoughts of several swim between sentences into feeling, in the empty time, from the fingers to deduce story, engraved with the four seasons cycle with brilliant, deformity, sad...

Finely depicting volumes under the engraved once, for a little nostalgic wandering in the memory, all complained of condensate in the pen, smiling in between the four seasons of wind heart walked all the way, a messy line empty fields in atrium, on the blurred lights decayed city.

Like a hazy, either several years in meet the sadness don't hate watchman. The journey of life is but a bustling, leaving thousands of window holes of bright and beautiful, with a messy to appraise a indifferent heart. Use to what degree the enlightenment? With what ruler for measuring depth?

Point ink drunk carved several times the dream peach, outside the curtain with the east wind soft time rhythm, liuhua LianNa idle moss rouge will empty month. Thin clouds transit pen on a smile, the personnel eventually however is chilly in the past rows of pen do during the spring and autumn is just remember, the dreams go back to see how many passing by, feel more meditation difficult words in the language and expression of the chilly, ornament behind picture words .

Pick up a fallen leaf, the leaf because its posture is very good-looking, incomplete too sad it. Both would melt into ink space state of mind at this time, but also is full of hurt.

World of mortals condensate in the text of the fingertip, too much, too much water, put the dream into affair in xinghai attentively, but yesterday's fall is a beautiful song singing sound good, when the wind shadow dream book lying on the paper, the sea in a few moments of number crunchers.

And liu's visit to real know don't ask, don't memories of hydrophobic guest, to ascribe the guest from Yin. Youth is too short, just don't vows old too quickly, although fragmentary sigh, weaves the tip of the finger tapping, the memory in mind, along with all the falls in this QingJi sentimentally attached.