samanali

Wipe the tears fell on the heart, is the memory remains. Memories so bleak, wander the catch back to the past. The filters we will leave, remember thousand tree honeysuckle. Curl years, reed green, little inch, empty Mongolia misty rain, and the world of sorrow Шопинг в Гонконге.
Lights wanes to the close, Shimizu Akika. The road thin figure, how many memories about, according to Bing Xin, the tenderness of 100 turn bitter thought. Look at the distant, Huaying pinting, misty rain early.
The shadow to the bridge side of the teahouse, tea colored sell fiddling with the cup, the tea taste, once drunk people, have forgotten......
The shadow on the lethe river boat, the ferryman ferry passengers to the other side of the river, the other side of the scenery, have seen people, never to return......
Riverside maples, I do not know what year taken missing root.
He looked at the other side of the scenery... Diffuse mountain cuckoo, cuckoo lament to come, whine. This mountain of Qi with blood red, her tears, red in this land. This is a deep love of soul flower, is also bitter love with plenty of gentleness. Cuckoo cry night, endless, be reluctant to part of Du Yu by the spring breeze, like know Liu state, such as bird identification with celecoxib feeling.
Through the gloomy, into a dismal picture.
This is a piece of Putian everywhere silver sand, is this piece of silver sand breeds is Lopnur and Milan love. He gave up everything to cross the desert innocence, Lumiereshe saved the desert blackout he. They fall in love but encounter Fengshen block. Blind Lopnur and broke both legs of the Milan far apart. Thoughts such as knife urges a person old, Milan daily thoughts, will hair dyed hair, tears flow into the river rolling together, together in a crystal of the lakes and marshes. This, Lop Nor.
Miss disease, she is always the soul of death, that Lop Nor will vanish in the night, only to leave the land of the silver sand. Perhaps, this is miss white hair .