You play to South

Quiet, really quiet.
Noise cleared, flashy cleared, such as water carries the one night only light the moon and the stars How many pieces, despite surging Red Dust in the inner, silent speechless.
Leaves were gone, and the wind with the windows open, thinking of you, think of your south, I became a floating cloud your window ......
Amidst the memories of the South has always been greedy Huan, deep and shallow, always make me alone drunk. This September in the south is definitely passionate, plain hand brushed, Castle Peak looms, Huan Huan river, every inch of land is overflowing poetic.
See, Time flies, face, turned into a phoenix; Rainy bluestone, Mei Ying Cheng Huang; Phoenix Ensemble, Zhu Fei warm transparent.
Phoenix double dance, was originally painted blue and white porcelain on the illusion, and you, the eternal stranger, no matter regardless, carry a sleeve south of the misty rain, still relaxed and content, dance to me, eyebrows Dan Xiao, calm state of mind, actually angered a Cry of the wind over the low wall thread, once again hold out swinging lamp, actually from Sparse Nongzi.
With a kind of feeling of surprise song flows into the sky, a thorough heart.
Eternal stranger, you came to my side to play South, sitting right next to me, when my body shaking, when my eyes droop when the moonlight through the leaves strive to kiss me in the dress, clouds quietly as Stars cage on the veil.
My heart, like a dash of musk deer, because of their aroma and crazy, lost in the forest shadows.
This is the night of September next month, the wind from the south wind. Air was hazy with the sweet osmanthus, my flute forgotten in the earth, and you have not compiled the hands of the wreath good.
Some smile, some slight, shy, and some sweet useless struggle ......
We do not depart from all the wrong words into the ever silent, not to empty their hands out for than hope for the future.
Love between you and me, just Cantabile.
Hokyo open Lian, the distance from the sound of silk. Light Show picture of you, ink migration, between shades of clear possession of full feel nostalgic.
Moonlight, the sigh down, whose heart pain?
You smile, and then magic of a, summoned the tenderness of the water gently walk through the strings, birds Lueqi term water mark line.
Looking at you, I like black hair in full bloom twilight, gleaming soft and delicate luster, but not the sorrow.
Legend meteorite rolled the sea tide vacated.
Legend crescent cut wheat field, cloud of cigarette smoke.
And you pass through the place, affection rolling, the wind of roses bloom into everywhere, gently swagger in the uptrend in happiness, like my mildly bright mind.
Heart flower swaying the United States, thus, to the extreme.
Millennium's White Snake, in the misty rain in sight of the Broken Bridge on the engine a 80 bone black bamboo umbrella of youth, of a sudden, thousands of years Daoxing and once cleared, will be lost after the pull off demons, but more people were Chi Chan .
Eternal stranger, you're not on that bridge, within walking distance from the boy, but why insist on the south send me ink, the feel nostalgic for my life, so that smoke from the next down the root cause of human, warm and sparse distribution of the taste ?
What is the dark, in urging you? What is disturbing fever surging in your blood, so eventually go away?
I did not use the plea of the arm tied to your feet, if I try to block your way, that's only my singing 罢了; if I tried to keep you, it is nothing but my eyes Bale.
Eternal stranger, to keep you, I am powerless, I have only tears.
Now, where are you? Where children do? Who is strong to take the sky blue?
Night is still a quiet, dark sleeping in the branches, quietly.
I am living in struggling jointing marsh mud, exhausted with all the passion, the more the end, but one city.
I forgot, I always forgot my wings do not fly, forever trapped in this land, facing the south with you, besieged on all sides.
Such as the middle of the river of hibiscus, I saw the years passed, the slow start of history, not only joy, and there are untold Sadness, minor ......
So small and helpless I can only sit here and Looking to the south, the old smile and you have been looking down at me, still serene, amiable.
Clock swing, boat time, what will towards where?
Across the landscape side, we were silent.
I just can not simply shelved their Inner Voices, miss, such as birds leave the nest, in the darkness under my eyes from drifting out again and again.
Met, and this two divergent flowers entangled with each other in the time of the river holding drunk sunset, drifting away, the after, the mountains are bent to.
Love to not love, to finally be scattered together. The vast things, meet, parting, one scene of mutilated. God never let you I have a pair of flying wings, we have learned is to make serious afar?
Landscape across the thousand, pour a glass of wine in the newly sprung in chrysanthemum frame, we and the breeze and drink separately on the road, and meet people who like like to try portrait until pointless.
It is regrettable that the worth of effort, the touch of bright minds, no longer match.
So I became silent again, as if deaf children, abandon the whole world, all the noise shielding can only hear your breath and blood in the hidden voices; can hear the joy and soul of my singing depression; can only hear Our second night in a dream and passion.
Days of repeated overlapping of life like a knife, cut the warm day and night.
Our dream still.
See, the three little knowledge is a misty moonlight in an increasingly tight wind had grown stronger, an eye-catching flowers, braving cold cream, resolutely stuck his head out from the crevice peered inside.
Through the wind, a butterfly, from the misty rain in the south, and flew to its leisurely ......