Flowers tide Weiyang, you is still there, just remember the energy-saving

You may have, on the exhale, darkness, linger and boundless, tossing sleepless.

Have you ever seen dawn, nectar. The first ray of light, have to stack.

The first positive half bottle inserting head, willow. Liu months without wicker not to Liu Xufei, she says that you are still not appeared.

She said, Wei Yang, tide flower before flowering. They stood there, just remember the years.

Is chilly cold, cold to the bone. Curled up in bed, hugging myself to keep warm.

Said cold and Nai halo, less a joke inclusion exaggerated a bit taste.

A few days after, always have to wake up several times during the night. Facing the faint light, waiting for the dawn,is really in the morning, and more and more lazy do not want to wake up. Is really hateful. Years of bad habits, but also hard to change.

Mobile upper Semilattice of electricity, he did not know how long he can hold on. And didn't care. Habitual up code words.

The untitled. Not sad nor happy.

Then think of Li Shangyin's poem. Time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone, But like the sea the moon pearl tears, Lantian sun smoke.

Yun Yu Shan Hui, formation water Chuan mei.

Yusheng smoke.

Half awake half asleep. Half Qimi sadness.

Hazy, the true mingled with the false.

I never talked about it. Many.

I have my share, travel day and night time.

I have seen, mottled old city walls, the fleeting time weiyang.

I have known, for the first faint is bent, the mortal beings, who have not so capricious.

I also wanted to ask, for thousands of years under the bodhi tree, buried many red past, but details not.

I also have heard, then fine itch, year can also be engraved into the wounds.

The melodious singing in the opera text, back in the ear.

Is ah, this sleepless time, be who sang it over and over again. A breakdown of the fleeting time, the wind blew away the clutch and the joys and sorrows of a field.

Cold geometry, words do not hate, do not say hurt, never regret. But still thank those who meet, old time friend,cherish.

I will be moved by someone I have long hair. I want to say that the girl is pretty many, to be your long hair andwaist, send you marry well.

I will treasure for one night with me home. The way is long, beside me, give me encouragement.

I will also miss some people consistently and stubbornly persists. This intermediate bitter variety, as long as you are, I will not fear and nervous.

Shades of life, there have been many touched. Warm in between the lines. Can't help my speech.

Mottled bamboo. Swaying branches. How many time and shake off cool. Door there is a thick layer of snow. A pale moon reflected. A period in the past.

At this moment.

How much of the story is unfolding. How many of you still dream. How many like I woke up at midnight. How many people are on the move. Many people are still on the way.

Not knowing. Just remember. You can not think of. Somewhere in the world. And you have the same situation. So.Is not a person. Extremely lonely.

This world originally. There are cause and effect. We could lay bare one one. Submerged in the stream of time.

Leave some in addition to dream on credit. Thinking carefully.