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 Wysłany: ¦ro 14:57, 27 Kwi 2011 Temat postu: Fragrance history |
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stepping on March rain, smelling the fragrance of pear, walked with light steps, through the Millennium Trail. Open the door of history, through history, over thousands of years. When the hastily ran over the wheel of history, time eternal, but in this reincarnation millennium fingertips.
thousands of miles away, thousands of miles Yanbo, the old to re-invent. I do not know that time spent before the full moon of beauty lie? Armored cavalry generals that? What the poet rhetorical exercise? Now, a rain curtain, a few quiet tree flowers, mountains, smoke a dream. Long period of years Breitling, who, to pay tribute to the rise and fall? Several times the flowers on horses, dust, already in the passage of time sequence in the wind. That a red candle, a lantern, in the passage of time had gradually extinguished. Inspired by a path we can only Xiaofeng, Tasui a diameter falling, and pay homage to those wandering past.
lengthy rain, a touch melancholy, hope the mountains away from the column, Yuan Shu Mi Meng, Chui smoke locked. View pear falling, white crystal Replica breitling, snow or rain. When pear and shake off Rolex, shake off a number of scholars of grief, broken to pieces, the number of aged old dream?
drawing near, there were many scholars in poetry and painting under the moon, romantic ways; the number of lovers who whisper in the next month alone, singing a song of Acacia. The thousand years later, when the genius and beauty, with no trace to be found, only the moon and the millennium change Guxiang.
faint drizzle, light sadness. Passionate woman, fly in the rain among the melancholy river, independent bridge wind sleeves. That valiant, but in the flight immediately sent off a Who? Bridge, watch every evening, every moon, as a piece of paper heard from for ages. Concerned that brow, in the willow Shaotou, complex and only under the brow, but our hearts.
shade of the setting sun, afterglow vast. That lengthy trail, the black tiles walls, ivy old house, old houses tell the mind sees. Years, no trace, that steady stream of the river, endless stream, flowing Millennium Poet.
a curtain shadows of flowers, spring sunshine. Ta Chun go back, clog teeth fragrant. Street within walking distance, journey home. Looked up at, pear Rain, Wind in the Willows, carved Court, dresser, old lanes, long gravel road, the back is still familiar.
at the present one after another, unknown when returning to see Pear Court, wind screens, the ebb and flow, the flowers bloom.
petals flying in the wind, falling pear moment had gone a thousand years, the fragrance exudes history. |
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