I went to two bowl of Noodle With Fried Black Bean

A statue of poet, the water falls Red Lotus but Wen Yuxin, but this is not. Life at both ends, we stood in the Bank. Which of life's most persistent expectations, whether it will be slightly sleepy of heavy precipitation? Soul cloud understanding whether old worry in the Red dust away from the pain will be stranded? At this point, in the quiet of the night, who is silent scenery figure and dip into a frame? Whose eyes are those that produce a deep blue Lake Wang? Those faint soft entangled in mind who that anecdote, like flowering crushed shadows, dropping the silent deserted in the moonlight. Vertical and horizontal stumbled, string breaking, breaking the 3,000 nerd around. Breeze humid, tea smoke qingyang, revive an old dream, dreaming flowers fall, where Lady? Vain in tears tears, still adhere to a bitter in the foreseeable future be set on edge.

In the night wind, damp fog for a quarter of laughter.

Collect has in the past, fangfei memory, thought, and fare thee weel. One thought, and geological history. Suddenly heard a song of love songs in the wandering in the night sky come wearing dust, does it? In the quiet night, in the event companion, my wandering shanghuai? Music search, Lake Pavilion, a plain woman Yan Qianchen, attacking tea green shirt, coat sleeve squash, stroking-twisted strings. As if you were my dream back to the Millennium waiting for Lady, for my play stumbling of the Red dust.

A love song, thousand million times, rubbing in the Lonesome night who broke hearts? A quarter of a bustling, invite SB. time and again, burning pain who? Suddenly, piano roll, a song of huangmei Opera both the husband and wife come home or playing to the tune of, the beautiful tunes, broke the bleakness of the night. Instantly, I move softly tidal surge of emotion, can't help singing to the tune sounds, "ducks on the tree well, your lift leg lift, Castle Peak in the small building game fly eh. You're burning to eh, my cooking smell floating food fragrant garden. You raise silkworms to eh, I'm plowing. Wool you eh, I went to two bowl of Noodle With Fried Black Bean. Both husband and wife eh, built his family ". Suddenly, "THUMP" sound! The music come to an end, strings have been broken. You suddenly got up and angry eyes round eyes, arms Akimbo, a buxom lass, gas angrily extinction at the end: "you the little guy, a pair of poor prawn-like! Who gave you fire? Who raised silkworms? Who plays wool? Who built the House with you? ”。 Hum! Turn coat sleeve squash dust-proof.

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