She was accustomed to smile, but she Xumiao or mystical or Ningjing An idle smile as the southern sky.I do not know whether this is just a smile praise for life, or rejected on the world. Gardenia white, yellow plum, Yi Mei is the new boy a face Dihua, Lang Lang’s clear her heart rushed to the south, in fact, her heart is barren.Faint Fragrance born around the mean, owned cloud and sleep, touch and fire off.She put the lamp in fine twist, drop of blood into a song, with tears on behalf of the piano, bindweed is light, darkness lead drank wine, passed out in his memory. Her eyes stains is a new rhyme, the heart is a Wang word old, ink-fluctuating in the blooming season.I leaf softened bonds of downtown, the end is poured in a dense fog, the broken into fine as a mirror Grief. Wind North Korea, on the evening, she is still the case, like writing on water in general, with wave away, slowly fade and eventually disappear in the immense calm. Buddha, the world thousands of years, not lead back to the moment I’m flying lotus. She laughed, just obsessed moment, it turns out that the millennium is not eternal? Homes, secular cloud Nao; quiet cherish, heart. That barren quiet.