What I fear most haunting poetry that lingers all kinds of melancholy intertwined, winter cold inside the warm intrusion with pen ink, so that the portrait of the Phoenix atheistic long time, I was puzzled by her invisible, and she was hovering at my side ... ... To take the wish to stay.
Phoenix is in such Phoenix, meandering in the misty mist western Hunan, in the string and wind music circuitous and slow songs floating leisurely to beating her pastel hues of the feathers ... ....
Phoenix morning breeze blowing southern ambiguous, in their own quiet courtyard, watching the smoke Roujin pale sky, and then bring the barrel to the riverside Qinghei beat the soft tie-dyed dress. I am hiding in a small wooden boat on the middle of the river, far looking at the Phoenix tranquil face, everything is so quiet, the river may be pushing and shouting, careless again startled by being under the stone bridge to enjoy their own goose.
Phoenix has a smile, I saw her tilt of the micro-labial angle.
Phoenix is a city, she reflected upside the woman's feminine, she is doing a water town.
When I walked into the Phoenix and into the water, satisfactory end of town, my heart will grow a little plaintive true inner feelings, seemed to see a frustrated woman Diaojiao Lou Sitting alone in his precarious sense of loss to the terrace edges. I feel sorry that, while the end, I have begun to pity himself.
Phoenix is a leisurely morning and comfortable, the riverside with a Brisk played a total of ballet, Phoenix women who use their hands industrious producers every detail of those rhythms.
Phoenix during the day is silent, the people crowded from all sides, frolic with the history and now playing with the Phoenix. Probably all of the excitement of the river are deposited on the surface of the wooden boat, and then lover's eyes, the Phoenix is a red ribbon flashing in between flying in the beautiful patterns.
Phoenix at night with all far-fetched to break free of decoration, cooking up a very mood suddenly taste like a strong tea taste.
You see red lanterns, you see the rain falling leisurely, you see the stone with the rather natural way, as well as keep in their own lonely in front of the Phoenix woman. Inadvertently, loneliness, such as a Road, Phantom of the Opera is full of flashing, and in Phoenix the night of unbridled land filled with all of the air, in every corner of a forgotten moonlight writing the Phoenix mourning the situation. The tower at the vague shapes of ice-cold light, the home to stay in the child's silhouette on the massive gates. The spread around the ancient fortress walls are sinking in the dark; however, where there is no bright light is always able to see the scene, on the other side of the children lying on the middle of the river stood the stone steps of fireworks, it's a brilliant but short-lived moment, you can sadly distracting to the eyes of your photos clearly. After a small but elite families in hotels, tourists and host a group sitting on a table edge, Xinxin Ran to chat product with side dishes, drinking wine; and a few gatherings of literati poet at this time also began to get a small pub next door Village poetry drink up.
I walked in the small town staggered terraced rice paddies in the corner waiting for each flower lanterns because the night getting deep and more Hongliang, unconsciously, I listen to the stone on the road since a string of another string that is near by the distant sound of footsteps, one after another gracefully unique laughter emanating from the compound, as well as a pair of hands and another pair of lovers sitting next to me from passing on those sweet words.
Then gradually, I found that Phoenix had staged the joy!
Silence is not the most beautiful, most beautiful soul to enjoy the quiet calm, just as it is in such an extraordinary night, where the Phoenix and my heart's perception about the shadow ... ...
Phoenix's ghosts are still in the dawn of the heavy colors and where to spread, passing away in the night, I pass through the cold wet rain and fog, walking, and I took my silence, leaving my happiness, so I can in every moment where my pondering over the Phoenix, for now I feel sad.
Phoenix is in such, Phoenix is in such. Memory of the Phoenix so to understand and trance.
Phoenix is the pastel hues of the Yuchi, and when I floated on the water surface when clearly see her face clean. I thought the line drawing picture of where the woman is always quiet and simple, but Phoenix is not, she was deep in thought a matter of time. If we say that women always want to look like the tired and hoarse, then indeed, Phoenix old, but she is very calm old, with Olympus of spirited.
Phoenix is the story, her story numerous piles to clean up in her smile into a frown. I think there is always the story of a woman of color with the eolian, but Phoenix is not, she quietly spent part of her time. If there is the story of the woman is pale, then indeed, the Phoenix is a pale, but she was pale and people moved, pale at such a cool lake Eijun.
Phoenix is in such, I have such an unsatisfactory, I want to loom on the plume filaments Phoenix, Phoenix wants to scarf on a white flower, also like a phoenix Yu Wan's lap Follie, or pound the foot of the Phoenix clothing stone, if not OK, then let me do the Phoenix eyes of that line - Transparent silent tears bar.
Looking into the distant memory of hidden depths of the Phoenix, I fell into a dream, in a dream and I snuggling Phoenix phase I and phase pity Phoenix, I looked at the Phoenix Phi quiet romantic wear four seasons, but looking back between the two we just a night watch woman.
Phoenix is in such, Phoenix is in such ... ....
Author: ystedwina
