the calm of the lake
2 septembrie 2010Articol publicat in: Cultura
Night wind, autumn thick, lonely burning, Woods Can Hong cotton loving to write in the water above the sorrow pierced the calm of the lake, the water wash away the lonely blue-violet, the time when the bulk polymer.
Moonlight sprinkling lake, the mixing of the air, coming after another lonely blue-violet, Parting, yet so far away , Pulse heart of Hong overflowing lake, picked up as blue-violet wing Yuet Wah, the silent night, alone, floating fly.
Wandering eyes are tired, wandering heart lay soft on the beach. Listen, lotus Water Music, like Zen emptiness. Take me to the End of the World, I do not want to live in the shadow of glistening water, that touch of sadness alone bloom. Melancholy and lonely on a lotus leaf fall again, red is the teardrop, blue is missing after the bleak autumn.
Beach Front frost, lonely frost. My loneliness is the driving force, it is carved in the rocks, do not forget when you go to Lotus, look at the louis vuitton sunglasses loneliness of solitude declaration. Get rid of that declaration is also a lonely power. Lack of lonely the taste of memory will be corrupt, the lotus in his mind to pull off completely with water, lonely is the Noodle of Canhong discharge residual and residual blue-purple.
Dusty loneliness into melancholy blue-violet, lotus like suffering from depression symptoms. Had to give it the sun, the wind meaning to it, the flower will open loneliness, Intimacy with the water’s edge of the Lian-stick together, touching the wind floated here.
The lonely wind with spicy sweet salty sour bitter taste, this taste is weird mixed emotions to reconcile. Implication of the power derived from a blue-violet loneliness and isolation, to shake off lonely, lonely flowers Acacia concentrated fuel, the other side of lonely sand China again sublimation.
If loneliness is the cause destruction of the power, then quickly fled the other side.
Diffusion in the mist of fragrance is the sweet taste, is also a romantic blue. Fullness surface of sorrow, and again came, Qingyun micro-month, half of Lake City to spend a youthful, cool rain hit the lake, Can Hong fantasy, along quiet Yin, while the rich open the lonely, empty tears alone in the black and white in the stumble. Lost in a tie down Lanzhou, carrying the moon, is the choice to leave the road, or choose not to parting line of footprints in the former.
