Weaving back to the text of the heavy brocade, colorful dumping of the demon quality. Sound shuttle quiet night, promote the loom spring, cloth leaves should be sparse, An flower cleverly dense. The most important thing is that you can write about the garden and the birds and the birds and the birds and the birds. The performance is too late, the knitting moth is too fast; at first, it is separated from the phi and becomes a section, or the splendor and becomes a match. In the springtime, the ringing of the bells will come out. So it is near the deep, alongside the clear; Zhu Yan began to reflect, the treasures of the suitcase is open. The beginning of its into also, suspected that the shadow of the fragrant trees fall in the stream; less will not be, if the color of the sunny sunshine at the bottom of the pool. The long wind has not been dispersed, Hyun hundred flowers new rain wash. The first thing you need to do is to expose the forest cliffs, out of the spring caves; the late sun is slowly turning, and the wind is slowly sent. The first time I saw this, it was a little bit like a luan, but it was a phoenix. The butterfly is far away and the warbler wants to play. Ride the spring scenery and the square harvest, once the king is in the right and tribute. For its colorful and heavy, distinctive and commendable, green for the forbidden willow, red for the palace flowers.
Silk, from the living life out of the sericulture of the icy life, and then by chance to come to you, complete another cocoon, and then snuggle up to you, quiet, know your heart many things, but also to tell you her own. Silk, is low to the eyelashes to go voice, you are not listening to when, it will speak to themselves, God's thought far away, no shadow alone and beautiful.
Wearing silk in the sun, the heat will be low decibel all the way to the quiet down. The skin is smooth, the mind is cool, and the mind is clear. At this time, silk is like the blue lotus floating on a vein of fresh air, the taste of green, the taste of water, the taste of the window opening early in the morning, the taste of the eyes of the oil suddenly seeped out of the flavor of the joy; it is like a drowsy spread between the strands of hair, but also to give you a loose grip on a casual òà¤òà¤?òà¤?òà¤?òà¤?òà¤?òà¤?òà¤?òà¤?òà¤?òà¤?.
This is when you leave your eyes to the high mountains and forests, and walk on the dewy, wet stone paths. Silk trips with you into the watery wind, perhaps wandering away from your skin so as to use that distance to let you breathe more lightly and comfortably, and she, too, revels in the joy and floats gently. And so, with that, you walk yourself into a wispy cloud, back to some distant and beautiful situation lost and found.
When the day is cool, the silk will gradually fade away from the warmth of the gentle color, quiet as the evening waters of no one, by the lightest wind from the bottom of the eyes to the distance to go, soft look like a slow-motion camera loaded. Once in the clear sky no longer see whether the cloud is still smeared in the bottom of the water. When the season goes deeper, it will be thin into the lonely mountain of the plum, cold and silent. And in fact, her coolest look, but also is the moon inside the mountains of the long-distance pipeline.
Silk, fade out some of the feelings, do not have to hold an umbrella with sadness into the deep rainy alley. The eyes are comfortable, and even do not need to introverted, but also never bound. The flow of euphemistic, pure and light. The fact is that the company's products and services have been widely recognized by the public as being of high quality, and the company's products and services have been well received by the public.
Companying you, you can be rich or poor, you can be high-profile bright, you can be lonely and silent. Even if the corner of the day covered with moss, even in the dark, or locked in the bottom of the cupboard, but also in the old bronze mirror, in the phonograph voice of the thin wallowing in their own. Unrelated to the wooden lattice windows, filled with which dynasty, which season of the sun or the smell of cold wet rain, untainted by earthly decadence and nobility.
Silk can be as bright as glass in the morning light, can be as clear as water in the night air; can be the hair of the girl next door, can be a warm and peaceful old mother. Silk, like snow, belongs only to women, and the eyes of even the gentlest gentleman cannot spread a silk-like look. If she is invited to hand over to you, when never force, only a slight touch, and then slipped down. Therefore, the wear and tear of such rough words used in the silk will be full of people's eyes to cherish. Silk is always old, she also drifted in the wind and moon. The old silk, the face will be dull, sideburns gradually floating frost Hua.
And when you for her wrists, she must not have the slightest melancholy, sigh of relief, only slightly smiling at you, tone gentle and soft: "What does that matter?" So the very old silk is still in my collection, now slipping through the wrist, still noble and smooth. I like to savor the delicate light traces of years rippling across her face, and hope that one day I will be like that.
Silk days, the tone of voice are only from the eyes gently out, floating in the wind. So the cicada-like annoyance a little bit diffuse to the depths of the blue pool, the waves are not shocked. Silence, gradually felt some kind of inner savings began to surge, that is a stream of icy clean thick, full to want to overflow, and oxygen-rich time and space fusion, and the good life fusion, so that, the achievement of silk. Eyes this trace of bright crystal silk, the original can also be drawn from their own life, thus weaving silk day.
Silk ah, people can not help but want to use her delicate euphemisms, low care to soothe the days and people around them, and from now on quiet quiet, forget about the past, wholeheartedly, back to the flow of silk time.
Water as slippery, as soft as smoke, clouds as ethereal, such as a piece of ink, in the rain under the infiltration of light wind, the party rendered the texture of smoke drunken soft. Weaving for the clouds outside the autumn geese line, dyed as Jiangnan spring water color. Like a love-struck fairy standing in the pear bush brush tears self-pitying figure, like a sentimental young man pulsating thoughts in the sunset river bitterly gazing at the lonely lonely heart.
Miserable and sorrowful landscape ah, moonlit night water drop echo ethereal attachment, rainy night complaining soul long sigh love cut lingering. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. Why not for this clear rhyme elegant floating incense, lingering in the city of simple and fragrant. The distinctive national costume, reflecting the autumn and spring. That a look back, smile fragrance, show color cover the present and the past, lotus shy jade face, in the rubbing of the body under the light dance fly.
Chinese ladies, graceful cheongsam in body, delicate and graceful, smile like flowers bloom, jade sound flow, bright Ruoxi like light clouds cover the moon, floating Ruoxi if back to the wind of the flow of snow. You do not see that silk, colorful rhyme, the gods praise, floating fairy dance. The beauty of it all is that it's not just about the way you look at it!
Sermon Mulberry has a, its leaves are difficult, both see the gentleman, how its joy. The sermon has a, its leaves have a ghost, both see the gentleman, the moral sound hole glue. The heart of the love is carried out, the long is not said to be carried out, the center of the hide, when the day to forget.