Wind floated wet rain

Thin early spring rain drenched Chu Yan fly at the moment I was alone quietly standing at the window combing mind that is not yet melted just fade away a winter snows and ulterior motives blossomed plum filled with coffee and cigarettes love the taste of long waves in Liangxiaowucai where I saw a lonely tree lonely float in the air and rain intimate conversation I can feel clear words had hurt the skin and let the umbrella of love implies tears wet wind floated in the rain an early spring day gently intoned butterfly and the soul of a peach Bingdi opening verses lightly moisten dry fly for a long-burning through the Book of Acacia February 24, 2010 [editor: can children]


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