Despite the numerous hills and streams of the distant, will you my dust face with pale and faint, I still listen to words: thousands of miles to meet his fate, so, early to prepare several altar wine collection. To meet, the heart already knew, but the cooking fume kitchen hand, but still achieved top table feast, only for the circle when poly lamp, San edge after miss.
The first ten years, Jun away once said, if the affinity, can see, so I will be like a plum worry Ji wine altar edge, as monarch soil reservoir.
The spring rain is no snow, one after another in the low-lying place a mountain together into Yiquan, because this spring is clear, with a handful of thin sprinkling points in the fermented glutinous rice, splash bit of love, the mind such as Qionghua dance at the altar room. The spring with spring like eyes eye, because the time has not yet the vicissitudes of life and miss a few winter a few summer, mirror-like rippling green tender expression. Mountain breeze blowing the smell of grass, fresh, slightly fragrant, if far if the past and a point somewhere over the sound of the landscape. I ah, not to warm winter without summer, put aside your smile into the pit, the success of the altar wine in the edge of taste.
Parting like rain, rain, such as wine, with the mountain rain will drink deep, the rain Xixi, is me standing in the wind, the rain, the altar, soil of prayer. A heart with clear water lotus, stick in the clear lonely lake, only to wait for an encounter that after so long dark days, such as lotus like hidden. Then, will miss accumulate, slowly with taste in mind to stack, sweet is the Banjun warm, acid is sent Jun abandon, bitter is when you cool, spicy is Lian Jun, Xin is Jun cited to cool, the Bo many hardships several years, can bring you mellow soft breath out of the altar, as my a Raider Qingshan such as pit, will the dust five taste heart, a taste of the wine altar five margin, to come, whether can it wait for me ten years, all sorts of joys and sorrows.
Second ten years, when you when you said, if there is a margin, Tianya Zhichi in tea, so I offered will clarify the margin wine cupped, cited case, Qi and the eyebrow, and the king lifted lamp at.
People say one altar wine brew for eighteen years just, met you, this wine cellar for twenty years, twenty years, in the years of the latitude may be short, but, to you, to me, is enough. Okay, you just in China, the altar wine has also encouraged the margin of Meiyu like the warmth of heart, is under attack from the turbulent temperature altar tempestuous waves. And each of you sound action approaches, such as the night land red like guns, fire red, hot burning hot static settling altar room.
To lift twenty years the wind snow and rain or bright or dark earth, now open it for you, Jiuzhen lamp temperature. I do not know how do you drink it, is a taste or a drink and then, this wine, taste is clear and not light, thick and not booze when strong, I do not know that the throat into the heart of the moment, whether transpiration in your mind, and I kept waiting to be rainy season because it is raining cats and dogs. And on the Yangtze River impact splash the water, I was blurred, fans will twenty years challenge is led by the edge of a meeting tonight, thoughts, emotion into a Changhong kind of joy.
Unfortunately, after which a drink, you still put the numerous hills and streams pale clothes, think constantly of walking, it rose slanting sleeve, will drop and the edge of a table wine powder. Once thought that, as long as there is a reason you will no longer go, I will be that the rest of the margin of wine over the case, with the bright smile to you. Only, ignored the spread a table edge stuffed you readily written into one edge of the word mumbo-jumbo, many years passed, when the dust has settled when they know the margin of the truth. I know you do not like the above, this margin of wine, maybe you're not like that, but my mind was like thousands of the boiling water. This moment I only those feelings on the altar, as a Anhua Di Liu, paint an abstract Liu parting figure, they hold between complex LED light, ask when will you come again?
Third ten years, get together to spread between Jun general words, if is predestined friends, will never loose, so I use margin mellow as a boat, going together with those dust-laden years away.
You reconcile oneself to one's situation, thirty years, I let go. Deja vu face in the mirror by Cang ran taste, so, I began to like the banquet / Cup in light and brilliantly illuminated the holiday, because in that iridescence, I can still have young luster reproduction, still have the dream, the dream can not sit on the ground, accompany you to drink it. Wine, drunk in the sun, to imagine what it's like to be together for a lifetime, is it right? Like the song " the most romantic thing ", a lifetime to accompany you slowly getting old. I can even imagine edge is brewed and achievements like to marry, opened thirty precious years, mellow like rose, holding in the palm to smile as you hold the wine, mutual promise the most touching, no reason to let me believe there is margin can be eternal, destined to enduring as the universe.
In fact, my heart also has micro resentment, gathered together and leave, why do you come to this process, let my heart no wave wind blowing in a pond. Poly and away from you, and somehow go this process, I will let the altar to meet margin stuffed took he hide, hide and. We can only say, can not say love, even moments, I will hand over your face in the warm sunshine, dare not to see you a pit aroma. You have a flying heart, the habit of staying only occasionally, so, I can't tell you to stop, but did not dare to smell you that a pit aroma, if is also unable to extricate themselves. Just for you, still, quietly end out of the altar thirty precious years, but never told you.
The pavilion bench, people walk San edge, at the beginning of the lantern, a line of silver candle for the dark sky. Like a farewell glance right, shining bright, but do not see the tears ciliary. Laughing off, is it right? It is a kind of fate?
And such as wine, all sorts of joys and sorrows. With those dust-laden years into wine, let me drunk unconscious in the muddled don't understand margin stuffed in a daze, unexpectedly reentry, ferries, established the winding rivers.
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