Desire like a dream, with the wind spend poetic life

Busy east gone, the years have passed. A YanBo you tears blurred chu eyes. A wisp of hair, stroke refers to slip through your fingers by living light mo xiang by flowing. All say with the wind as a dream, and when I may where an enduring image, Syria has a dream of you past.

To find a beautiful dream, and I'm a colorful the float.

Only with a rod during the spring and autumn pens, light colour ink few free and unfettered strong.

Wish one heart person, the hoary head not and mutually leave. I expect to meet the Ming dynasty in unknown dream general poetic "her".

If there is a she, that I and your first dream is to go to France, with lavender hometown found a quietly elegant, felt the exotic amorous feelings, dropped the picture with Chinese ancient provence.

If there is a she, that I and your second dream is in an unknown we walk on the wasteland, supporting mutually close, even if flow strong tears and dissolute perplexed. Have your companions arias, feel the world your sandy-loamed human changes in temperature, had tried everything life both good and bad.

If there is a she, that I and your third dream is taking the advantage of the spring breeze of the February hand in hand with you in the open fields on jogging, flying in the hands of a homemade ZhiYuan, a wisp of a setting sun: you smile and, and, and, and poetic scene.

If there is a she, that I and your dream is the fourth in the candle light static hope you appearance, a kind of untold sweet arises spontaneously. Soul gushed out of sense of a kind of sincere feeling.

If there is a she, that I and your fifth dream is in the stormy night, the rain beat against the Windows. Building a QinYun sorrow in the ring with the rain outside the window, and you feel that in the artistic conception with sorrow, sad eyes, faces the relative.

If there is a she, that I and your dreams is you forever and the sixth to cherish, antediluvian gu yun as written in the ways of the world YanLiang, HuFu BaiShou memories of our past life, looking at the poetic play his grandchildren, silently staring at each other by years of glorious eyes capture. Until the end of the life, smiling at each other again, make a promise, meet the afterlife.

And I should go to find where such a graceful and restrained with the wind, with me YanLiang critical ways of the world, laughter appears if floating dream?