I am so convinced that the foot of this piece of land, as I yearn for that a market scene.
Jane pen to do landscape scenery, I fear. Hell is surrounded by the earth.
People who have wounds can only enjoy the moment from the gap in the black moon fell pain. While the sun is always sinking in the frozen sea, like a dead eyes flushed red eyes.
Ice is the shell of water.
Laughter is the sound of tears. Hit the head on the body, like a cold iron hit the valley.
At this time an eagle in the song, that to see freedom and hope.
Singing in the distant reverberation, a broken gong imprison a village. The village decays in wood and smoke.
A forward explorer standing on top of the steel forest, tears recalling the distant home. Singing hoarse in the square, like an eagle before the death of unwilling loud and clear.
A group of pigeons threw wings under false pretenses. Forget to fly, complex and low head, carefree, with a chicken gesture to pick up the floor of a false Huashang.
3. In the confused moment, give yourself a Zhi Nian, and then holding Fo Tan, through the winter.
Life is different, some standing dirty to live; some lying clean to death.
A wild duck crossing the lake, the wilderness is more quiet or blasphemy?
4. must not go back. Or how to say that the memory is just standing in the road of the stone.
Each is engraved with the name of the stone, the story is dead after the removal of the cicada shell
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5. Think of a year in the orange light dim light. Into the Van Gogh's Sunflower Garden.
In the sky or the sea, with the time of the river, a drift for many years.
Fortunately, there is that one eye. Across the thick ice and across from me.
Silence, Huang Huang saw a new shoot, wearing the whole layer of the soil layer.
Directed far more than the far field far.
