Green sub-pity

Early summer.
Eastern slightly pale, newly sprung in the Dutch flower gently swaying in the wind with his mind, Unspoken.
Who jumps out of the water, is basking in summer fish, spit stuffy feeling in the heart quarter, then swing out of thin wave.
I came to the waterside, as sinking, Xi-liu, silently guarding dikes alone.
The wind is not homeopathic, Wu Pengchuan still far, but spread your subtle sound of the piano in my ear, as if days Lai.
Smile, my island, my balcony, as well as Ling Ge, thin in the air to open flowers, colorful picturesque.
Leaned over, dipped a finger green, I on the water each stroke writing your name.
Passing of the birds, melody of laughter I am naive.
The sun slowly rising, I came to a large street, painting paper, with a load of pink tall back of your carefully outlined.
Pedestrians have eyebrows, laughing my Daisha, and crazy.
People came and went, with a cold face, the wind, like drifting, never came back.
Rising sun, the sun baked me, dust whipped me, all the flowers have lowered the charming, I was still time for the crossing, insist on confrontation with the dream of the Red, sitting like clouds.
Angel came to see me, the devil came to arrest me, all in vain.
A little time away, silent ......
Hong-Sheng Li Li to do off the setting sun, Hanshan Temple so close, I can not hear the bell, the cool eye in all your stalwart.
Finally, the sun slipped Toyama tired.
Light soft evening breeze, Xi moving in front of, behind, clusters of shallow ground memory, a heart fragrance, drunk with me, it is so elegant alone.
His back, the beginning of the crescent, star flowers scattered, looking at the world with a sort of anger-mei.
Mo, melodious whistle.
Shan Yuan, echo cliffs.
Miss water Huan Huan, Ying countless more like my heart ......
Suddenly, I heard soft calls came.
I come ......
Sound Youyuanerjin, broken strings!
I'm back ......
Oh how familiar voice, with the wind, scared off a manner of insects, flowers lose all color, all of them laugh.
I turned around I saw, kiss of the night you were a clean, leisurely walking, Qingwo cool my hand, only a smile away all the sea and mulberry.
None of this is an illusion!
Flowers, the stars, moon, angels, ghosts are gone ......
Wang endless smile.
Lots to talk about loving words.
Drinking endless Beaujolais.
He'll pour a very shallow, a hook waxing Commission and Wan-wan, was blown off, full of quiet.
Cordial under the rain, friend and brother, fell in one after another Rangrang of the Red, achievement of a fairy tale!