絢麗寶貝

Preface: and come to me in the depths of cut flowers wading, puzzle in preexistence, Yimei Pianfei interference between just to be with you holding hands.
I said: under the south of the clouds, a beautiful city called Lijiang, if not and lover to go together, it will be on the beauty of the profane Lumiere.
You laugh: in June the branches, I wait you wind comes, colorful Yunnan, I swim with you hand in hand.
Remember, this Convention has how many times. But, a lot of the time we know this is just a beautiful dream, also continue to weave.
That year it was on time of reunion, I never knew you. It is a period of three days of memories, because I want to find a man mistakenly knocked on your door. You looked up at me a moment, I just feel you melancholy. That touch of sadness like search like, slowly comes to me.
At that time, because did not know, we all have our own circles. Until the later returned to the forum, we gradually familiar.
You say, like most reluctant to write the text, faint sad haunted lingering in between the lines.
You say, Yiyi long literary temperament very supple.

In short, you have been given too much attention to me.
At that time, I was tired of the text. From prose to poetry, from short to long, I've traveled all over the word flexuous.
I do not know when, we all love a game,
that is writing the same topic together. Often all is I make a good subject, then two people to write separately, finished together again to the web. Issued at the time almost no difference for a second.
Gradually, in the world of mortals ambiguously hear me and your legend. Your "Jiuai new love" were all against me, then, I chose to stay away from.
Resign, retire group. Migrate. Far away from this forum, close to bid farewell to the network.
Tea, beauty, this is a few years ago I homeland. I was, like a dancing butterfly, in this piece of fertile land linger on dancing, sing shallow sing.
Met a lot of friends, make a lot of friends.
Coincides with the ten anniversary of the occasion, I was invited to the first post, did not think of the hair when he saw you.
Where not to meet in life, strangers when we meet.
The wind is up, rain falls. Feeling like you will never fade into a piece of scenery.
Flowers sleep, the middle of the night. People ah, along the direction of the return of my finger.
Because, with thousands of people, I am waiting for you, waiting for you to come, before the Buddha and I have one mind Vio-la.