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 Posted: Mon 20:16, 23 May 2011 Post subject: Approaching the summer |
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When the leaves quietly by the light yellow into green, I know you is not far away from the flowers and fruit. Now you come, hanging from the wind, the falling rain telling the earth, they see your feet. You come, the wind in the clouds, urging some maturity, you come [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], incense in the mud in the rain to find the root of your verdant.
thunder rumbling, endless golden fields is to read the letter, they want you to Shaoji autumn. Clear water, fish, dancing relaxed, elegant communication. In your eyes [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the Smart stuff, really know how to cherish and enjoy time. Mountains fall clouds, cool and would use his magic to heat swimming to smile in the branches, and rich fruits. Village vaguely, in the forward line of life is slowly but they are vague in the starlight and sunlight in the harbor, some sailors will proceed from this, to capture their distant dream.
pregnant with a bead on the apricot tree stars, blue sky, so with the glorious future. Not yet mature wheat, the wind of a coming, green wave, shake rolling sails, sailing will be those driven out by the farmers in mind, in the wide line in the race sails. Chapman opened the fence, the chili early season, as if in a pen with a light green paint and colorful garden is its masterpiece. A bird stand on the fence, stretched wings, shaking, as if the season speak for
yellow moss in the room, and shook the lovely bees stature: the place to go.
a courtyard, adjacent to water, tender bamboo shoots Tsui naughty by estate roots to water [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], these natural creature, is a lot to whim: old. Windows, and water, looking, regardless of dawn and dusk, regardless of wind and rain, this is an outlet, through this, people can look to the time in the poem through. Sand, who lost the gold, as, next to water, but also next to the house, duck and frog, and a natural ink, suddenly bright.
spring still water, faint trace strands of fog swept over a sequence of sequence wicker, memory, or brewing in the white snow. Veil dancing butterflies in the morning, they aim to inexplicable excitement was, jumping, see this, not only with emotion: drawing and painting, can be guessed, his future has been carefully designed and constructed.
busy gardener, is toil and sweat trim the leaves. Over time, the beautiful curve, mottled flowers, the exquisite and beautiful. Some pruning, some jagged landscape [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], competition is so wonderful. Reclined under a tree Cuiye flowers, they look not sad,
season walk, stumble forward, some new things in the mature, some prosperous concern, is being distributed with the warm, too many good experiences, ask yourself, if I walked into, their own track?
look heavenward, a few cloudy cruising to the distance, then slowly walked into their own, some thoughts come again!
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