Everyone has their own love the beauty of god, the beauty of god in my heart, be you --
Have never seen your face, but in my heart, your beauty is in the drop-dead gorgeous xi shi and wang zhaojun, is better than an sable cicada and Yang. Your unique beauty, there is no one alternative! Your beauty makes me intoxicated, is my forever pursue! With the early morning, over one thousand years, I come to you
I walked through the "precious little chunchun, rush time rain flower" lonely; Through "dew thick thin, thin sweat light clothes through" the green; Through "embroidered surface lotus laugh, oblique flying treasure duck lining sweet cheeks" of ten thousand; Rustling through the "cold days locked window, wutong should hate night cream" loneliness, melancholy; Through "drunk as with points before the reagent, the mo negative tori chrysanthemum core yellow" cold helpless... Due to brokeback Venus beauty, Beethoven deaf and great, and you alone for talent. In those days, you no doubt difficult problem the branches of a flower, windy autumn wind torment you, but you do not fall to the ground, still stubbornly erect branches, to bloom, send out a unique fragrance, never weak fade. You are brilliant. Stubborn made your loneliness, your unique lonely and made you a cold coagulation absolutely beautiful!
You take a boat, carrying thick melancholy, sad eyes, thinner than the yellow flowers, coming to us. One thousand years of wind and rain fade the coloured glaze, precipitation of your tears. Home, can not back; Heart, no longer return. Night is too long and hooked the past of pale crescent moon, make this loneliness into the wine, make you most interest, so that "looking and searching, cold ling,'t". Your life surrounded by the melancholy of the sky, and best friend. Home, feeling sorrow. The sorrow. How a "sorrow word get!
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