The morning breeze suddenly wake up, start sleepy fragrance, a floating, attracted amidst the half late. Under the eaves of the mist, winding heartbeat this season, such as the dew of the crystal clear. Smiling eyes, the light smoke curl, persistent eyes, gazing at the distant thoughts, hit bursts of fragranceled.
The first youth, green lets the human heartbeat, the hustle and bustle of the city after the quiet, lonely I wander around the footprints, dreamlike blue sky, begging the other half sweet rain, sunset sunset red face, went home, quietly.
Light autumn in August, is the height of summer sun, fervent that last autumn, was dripping wet cotton wrapped in a wisp of smoke deflection around, gently lift. The heart of the sky, calm and quiet, the tall poplars after the summer rain and more stable. Hot season, cruel away the mist gently, vaguely remember that piece of the sky in Bijie last year, I miss you once, under I never meet wish, depending on floor, listening to the wind and rain, wind is fragrant incense not in too late to regret; full paper ink can't write, round back in this the season is about the tracebolt embroidery.
Miss bell, awakened the heartbeat of my sleeping, don't smoke, brandish the sad after the little thin. Vaguely remember, can transform your encounter fragrance overflowing corner; back to look, South Gate Bridge your thin moonlight shadow.
Like the cool breeze, blowing my black coat, let the giddy head felt the cool. Like the high view, watching the sunset, full of Jinhui. I am eager to enter the Jinhui evening there, to pursue a sad dream. A wish boats took time, woven into yesterday's people's Park dream shadow, old bitterness lingering heart lingering, our candle, burn much Yingying red tears! So, I for your direction, this season's past a poem, written on your way to the August.
Clear August destined to deductive prosperous and brilliant this season, I warm to the heart adorned with every sky above us, impetuous heart of ups and downs, haunt every nerve hands, never let the character of NIB quiet.
Taste, phenomena in the world; see, the world changes in temperature. Tired of the day appear trite and insignificant; side is afraid of cold; his lonely lonely and helpless at a loss. I remember once the slightest wind and rain, gentle moonlight and how many stars, cold before many flowers and fragrance. Taste the life's ups and downs, got too much life unfair. Pain, his uncool no gorgeous appearance of sorrow; cherish, never encounter with you meet very late regret.
Listen to the rain curtain, this pretty know. Early thought from each a bitter in my heart; every bit of dissolved with which it would be awkward to disclose anguish. Ever try to not close to you, may be afraid of their own lack of calm, accidentally fell into your emotional vortex, although I still can not escape from your cupid's arrows. Ultimately alone quietly read you, read you a fresh flower fragrance, read you Cheng Yuehua quiet tenderness. Just, I can't read this season, what disturb my deep heart, what affects my mind every root. I think, no matter when and where, I will watch you to direction, looking for the nearest distance to your arrival.
Graceful still blurred, the end is inextricable sadness node; ripples is still not startled, unique taste affectionately. You travel over land and water and sea, long wings of thoughts, all seal the ancient cities, to wait and watch you, do a curtain. Dynasty silk Twilight into snow, tears flying catkins dance. Shear constant, tangled, there are Acacia bitter, feeling bound thousands knot, but who know the reason?
