prose and poetry

The death of his wife to let the heart return wind and rain "westerly who read their own cool, Xiao Xiao closed window leaves sparsely, meditation back legislation setting sun. A cup of wine Mo Jingchun woke up, the book was poured tea consumer, is the only unusual at that time." Sadness, tears choked silent. During this period the lanrong wrote many still read mourn for, how a sad loss.

"Fast life, an unfortunate predicament, energy-saving. Remember our leisure, and blow rain, energy-saving, lean against the setting sun. Dream a good hard to stay, poetry residual Mo continued, winning the deeper cry. Ling Biao remains in, only a turn, not permitted to look, searching for the vast blue sky. Material to have short hair cream. Then the immeasurably vast difference, not without fault, spring flower autumn leaves, contact Xu also hurt. To prepare double shake node, surprised, cut to Xun Yi yesterday incense. Really helpless, Qian sound adjacent flute, the spectrum of ileum."

We on behalf of Yoro sentimental at the same time, also want to thank the God, keep such a perfect poem, otherwise how can we hear a generation of gifted Tongche heart heart? A little tenderness, scattered paper: "this hate when already! Drop empty order, cold rain more rest, funeral flowers weather. Three our dreams disappear, is a dream for a long time should be awake. The material also feel tasteless, human. Late night dust isolation, deserted, a buried sadly. Chai fine about, was abandoned. Chong Quan if Pisces send, good to know him, years of joy, and who dependent. I could hear from you into the contralateral, Hunan string weight. To be a friend, he was born. Afraid of two people all has, in the edge of Keng, the last months zero wind, clear tears, paper ash as."

To have a deep emotion, can write so heartbroken poem, how many of them unwilling and helpless, Speechless asked God, why marriage before the bumpy road? People can not help but misery. Love the lanrong if poetry, because its affectionate. The love of Nalan Ron Jo's poetry, because it is directed at the heart, Nalan Ron Jo, with a sentimental gentle character, beautiful peerless poetry, toppling many numerous living beings?

His life is but a short span of thirty-one years, in this short time, his talent to conquer preexistence and this life how many lovers? His poetry Rouqingsishui, every word Abas coagulation. Full of pathos in revealing the Yoro on secular helpless,, in this world, you will never be lonely, because you will always live in the hearts of the people who know you.

She was sentimentally attached. Pear tears, static picture makeup, who belong to?

[volume] a bead curtain, who listen to sad tears, eyes slightly run.

Ask, the snow this winter, have been falling. The frozen memories, the demon is still in the full moon night, dressed in a red dress, Luo Xiu Qing Wu, now empty field, fly, snow who belong to? It was red, demon, is also at the same drunk, equivalent to the. Simon is the same, Acacia road. Then, the man, has also been demon itself cooling towel.

Bead curtain, eye head, Mimosa who Mei? Spring and spring back, flowers and reminders, soul meet who?

Always, during the day do not understand the black night, the silent night difficult to sleep, who made this life only the demon fox? The snow mountains Dr Max, the tear, mosquito net, two lines of tears, the pillow wet Rouge taste, it quietly broken heart. Infatuation piece to the king, who hears?

You do not see, who is a dream wake up, do not see the makeup woman incense, drink Huan, left side a plum trees, feel melancholy, but a soul? That the woman had disappeared from my life, is the plum into fine, beautiful in a painting, shoegaze company formation in hong kong, self injury. Men and women have thought.

Who, is midnight, a yellow, transparent ink war, how to trace the wet, the old reservoir. Every sad, base slightly bright flash, window screen. Bead curtain half volume, heart hate? All read for who? Hate the word always make people cry, wounding intestinal. Why don't you smoke ring incense, eliminate the bridge, not sentimental, not thinking on science, forgotten, and impermanence.

Bead curtain half a roll bending, hand, skillfully dressing, etc. who belong to?

Curtain fall wind cold, Xin Wei, turned to read, hate who fly?

Who is it, little dream window Xuan, rod drop who shoulder, for Confidante time is short.

And who, high mountain and flowing water, string broken organ injury, salon Lane field, and a knife.

Confidante why not turn yellow, blue and green to hurt, a song sing all night flying, water falling drop......

Remember, when the wind Fo willow branches, long, her face, waiting for the pear, you to enjoy. Who knows the west wind blowing cool, dance to the winter war, people don't go alone, slowly emaciated. Longitudinal Rouge shop full of incense ash, the path does not see the horses and sound, saw the tired Yunyan heaven long fingers fly....