So the trouble seems to pour out of the river, or the wind or the rain, the flow is consistent. Only the melancholy and "old dream", sleepless night, the book on the pillow, move the table to the outside, false tea with wine, looking at the stars and moons, facing an empty chair, thousands of feelings, inexplicable sadness, a poem:
Last night I heard the wind and the rain
Tonight flower sorrow moon blurred
The starry night makes the cup cold
I only complain that there is an empty seat
Old playboy, looks pretty moved.
On behalf of my trash can, thank you for your excitement. Can connect the expression of excitement. "Old dream, I take you as a confidant.
The world is becoming more and more realistic, even the bosom friend, also have to hide in oil rice sauce vinegar tea,
It's a good poem, but, uh, how much do I know?
All this age, don't toss, eat a good rest a good point, keep a good figure, nothing to travel the motherland's great rivers and mountains, than do anything
Wang Lao fifth at the moment is so realistic, call others dont toss, I bubble in the jar every day ~~
But just feel the woman on 40, man 45 is best not to toss, recover a good figure, look excited, for more years to live. So high, I thank the excitement moved to tears, between the chills, holding the microphone for more than half an hour. This woman "shoulders" a load, stretching the line…
Last night, a female colleague called back and said: recently, my heart is upset, and I want to find someone to pour out my heart. Do you understand?
Son on the river said: the deceased so husband, day and night, you wait after the waves to push forward the waves, interspersed, plugged, super close to, do everything, do not have to learn to eat without effort but also to chew the rat, cut the old bite! How can I not be old? !
To withstand the east wind at all costs
Suddenly what to look for a dream
Bitter past diffuse recall back to recall recall
All have worked hard in the dust
Well written, very talented
Ha ~~ Let you laugh
Don't know a lot of words
I don't know where that came from
Hope is my best health system.
Ha ha, it seems that it is not easy to take people's homes as garbage cans, too unkind ah ~~~ reflection, introspection.
What is the name of an old man? What is the name of a dream
Well, I can't tell. It's a good thing he didn't call you mom. But life is helpless, bosom friend is hard to find.
Several times by the new autumn rain,
No swan goose no answer to the letter.
How can a piece of heart be reached,
Ten thousand miles and ten thousand clouds.
The floor master is very talented, full of poetry gas from China ~~
Best wishes!!
The master of a talent, when there is a talent accompanied