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Posted by marlll
on October 9, 2008, 03:40 AM.
Mid-Autumn Festival of the window is swagger of a temptation. Many just swat the palm of your hand window lattice, Pi ba wing of the dream.
Tuikai Chuang, quietly blooming chrysanthemums, Juan Yi will never be the golden fragrant, there will be no increase in order to resume the Bosa love in my window, sprinkling in front of me behind.
Iraq, on in the countryside, where are you?
Are you from the silver, simple, stubborn Yuet Wah of the open singular beauty, a taste of the sacred and eternal love?
On in the country, is buried in the earth's thin fertilizer to grow crops, soil, with the appearance of the rustic village of Han Xiao close to the same.
On the home, suffering from a heavy stand out of fresh ideas, brilliant Xiaoye, the graceful charm, and the blood of the oration Xianglian dim.
As a result, the name of the moon simple, but profound connotation.
Iraqi, you have to break into my River, and also keep you awake fragrance; I have been your windows, Qin you bomb my Rouchang chaos.
Now, in the face of shy and well-being of poetry, let us learn to work with the Ten expression of love....... |
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