Back to spend the next few sit flute, silverside into the red walls look away.
like the stars of non-last night, whom wind Lu Li Zhong Xiao.
lingering remnant cocoon think best pumping, heart-breaking Wanzhuan after the banana peel.
three to five years in May when the three, did not eliminate the poor wine.

read this poem, feel that future generations never to write love poems to be necessary.
we are all people who walk in the mud, in the mud for their own piece by piece and covered with wood, the wood is our heart, blood, with blood and tears in return like ancestors said: Way to come out of his own.
We can not turn back, can not stay, they still went forward, the front is blowing in the fog,ladies long jackets, followed by a long life, only the foot of the wood is real. This moment we can only stand on the board.
much every step possible, a careless to fall into the mud, beyond redemption by. Death go hand in hand, we faint Mount light singing, dancing, enjoying the sweet that point. Occasionally go the same way in the dark to see who it is friends, family, and we wish each other happy, as if there really is a blessing for many lucky floating in the air.
few days each spring, the midday temperature was 25 degrees on, there catkins flying, happy as catkins, and perhaps see, it is difficult to catch. Understand that people continue to shop his way down, stick in the Binbian catkins, the world envy his happiness.

sober life because of despair only. Comfort and blessing of all is vanity, that after the three-year-old \Middle-aged man with reason to keep him calm posture, touching thinking to do, heart-breaking Wanzhuan, like yesterday's wine, and last night's stars, the cold dew wet skirts disillusionment, he in the vast darkness, palm a firefly lights , shop boardwalk.
Wang Guowei, said: \value also. this made people suffering hardship daily living, without the wish of the liberation of courage, heaven and hell are the two he lost it, they lead the state, in addition to cloud Bitianjuru Mi Wang Wai, solid nil Yan . \This is a piece of wood carved Buddha's words.
Huang Jingren wrote \
wei wrote \
I wrote this text, there are so raw. Once they go back, but for the mortal.