When the spring breeze again brushed HUANHUAXI crescent Changpu plexus, when the dim moonlight again floating on the windowsill, I do not know she was alone standing brook, suddenly recall all the past, this is how the mood.

The old song of honey has become now a lonely cold years prints, such as dry tear stains, condensation in her own system of color paper. "Amphibious green pool, daily total flying also. The more busy tending, concentric lotus leaf. " This is the old poem. Those gorgeous scenery is like yesterday, but have all the old.

A thousand miles away from the dream of longitudinal, but Emperor Wanli.

Perhaps from the beginning she expected, he will eventually leave. Because he is the yuan, an indulgent sentimental person. Met his life woman too much, but she just has nearly late eolian talented, but he was starting the Jing, a farewell, from Tiangeyifang, past relationship is like a cloud of duckweed, a flower, come with the wave, gone with the wind. " Last year and spring, tears wet red paper blame the departure. " She take more verses, still can't change the love deviated from the track, cannot pull it away heart. How can a piece of pink paper, how to retain that fade in color obsession of truth?

Don't have too much, confidante, smart as she is, calm as she, choose quietly buried this once blazing like fire. Dew of love, the brevity of life, why enenyuanyuan entangled again? Love comes, love with vigour and vitality, love; the love is gone, no entanglement, let it go, now facing river. Looking across the waters of Jinjiang, after missing candle ashes, she has been able to calm and alone in the window, accept to end this story.

Flowers have fallen, the moon also lack, such as is.

She has read the best of the things calm, calm to converge their mournful, retired Huanhua brook, put on Taoist garment, for the old days. Alas the spoony woman too much, can like her calm self-awareness off romance, it is rare. Later, people have freedom of speech, or praise her heart clean like snow, or sigh she wrong infatuation, then many words will finally make pale words, those pretty lonely night, the diffuse fog in the morning, those faint water gush of Acacia, only she knows.

Many years later, when time passes such as light, washing into the misty rain, speaking of woman called Xue Tao a thousand year agos, whether someone will understand, her heart lonely?

The brook spring roll, brushed the no longer young and lively face. A confidante, chanafanghua, towards such as hair twilight snow. Those old memories and past time, has gone.

She briefly shut our eyes, thin paper slip element skirt, Huanhua brook, fell to a lonely.

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