Yo shallow lonely evening breeze

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idle during the day are in a hurry or running on the established track [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I still behave to flaunt expression of happiness or calm, but busy in this layer of the Red, in the end left a few true self? Huang Wu, I feel cherished solitude of the night, the dim moonlight, like the quiet night several meditation and confusion, like the waves of fluttering in the breeze hit the shallow, sad lonely.

walk alone in the emptiness in the summer, so soul naked in the wind, slowly stretching Xu, desolately released into the atmosphere, heart with desire, nothing less, or grief or weep incessantly Concerned disaster, or self-made himself, since the pour from discretion, from drinking himself drunk, or frustrated, or depressed, both melancholy and mixed emotions, both fine and deep vividly splashed with all the emotional drain, the activation of the numb body and mind, heart felt the Red terraced rice paddies Wu read do not understand the grief, feel the pain clank of fresh, feeling the surging of life, full of passion. So grateful for a lengthy hit in the shallow lonely breeze that makes me still feel alive and full. Weak as I disabled the text with this extension of the freedom of loneliness and faith.

sitting in the courtyard, he served as the evening breeze blowing gently, listening to distant melodious flute, listening to well outside the frog between the words of love, listening to whispers and Insects side, but to listen to read the bottom of my heart to repeated moaning. Definitely not the bitter cup of tea, only to have the final touch of fragrance and willing heart, just like life. Ever since I affectionately gaze beyond the night sky with the stars or the moon attracted to blend, so that they pass my heart, so that whole world to listen to my sound. But I often think in the end the night in this lonely soul wanders the number? It also has a melodious lonely for me?

loneliness is quietly, that somehow, silent as the night's quiet, broad, Shensui, and the boundless expanse of gray. She was not like the pain is so staggering haunt, alarm time and space, she is sophisticated chic, put rather than vertical [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Confucianism and not Johnson, has a unique moisten things silently, with position, but also has a wine flowing thoughts in rhyme, bold, clear, plaintive, magnificent.

leisurely evening breeze rippling shallow lonely [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], lonely, who can say that this taste is not the most lucrative in life has so!