I have 513 days holiday,, carefully read the Wen39s poetry, listening to the soundtrack of her poetry recitation, I have a purification of the soul, in my country where poetry is purely to enjoy a return.
Wen choose background music and poetry of the same mood, or create a dense, mysterious, romantic, sweet, or simple and natural atmosphere, listening, listening, dolce gabbana the soul gradually, say, pure, serene light, the body seems to be slowly Sophie floc formation, by the wind take it the distance ... ... I heard the voice of the flowery opening, throughout the Angels, hitting heart green heart stained bands, light heart empty him away all the objects are unreal, I was in the middle of the vast the next stage of the earth, a elegant audience, listening to the voices of the stretches we do not, call the ring will never sounded this moment How can the heart Let me deep sigh disappointing, how can I dream of Poetry and not to listen to?
Singing walking in the wind
Spread your song all
You are the soul of elegance
Your voice rough
Along with your
Walking in the grassland
... ...
Singing in the wind
You are the soul of elegance
Your sad songs
playing soul led move out of the sad soul
These songs in the wind in the poem, in the vicissitudes of lifemelodious music and even a bit sad, the like to grow the two small hands, I grab the weakest areas of apical, let me see the vast grassland, it more and more behind the back, is always clear dolce and gabbana Guoqin That is hanging by a thread following the sad expression of warmth.
Wen choose background music and poetry of the same mood, or create a dense, mysterious, romantic, sweet, or simple and natural atmosphere, listening, listening, dolce gabbana the soul gradually, say, pure, serene light, the body seems to be slowly Sophie floc formation, by the wind take it the distance ... ... I heard the voice of the flowery opening, throughout the Angels, hitting heart green heart stained bands, light heart empty him away all the objects are unreal, I was in the middle of the vast the next stage of the earth, a elegant audience, listening to the voices of the stretches we do not, call the ring will never sounded this moment How can the heart Let me deep sigh disappointing, how can I dream of Poetry and not to listen to?
Singing walking in the wind
Spread your song all
You are the soul of elegance
Your voice rough
Along with your
Walking in the grassland
... ...
Singing in the wind
You are the soul of elegance
Your sad songs
playing soul led move out of the sad soul
These songs in the wind in the poem, in the vicissitudes of lifemelodious music and even a bit sad, the like to grow the two small hands, I grab the weakest areas of apical, let me see the vast grassland, it more and more behind the back, is always clear dolce and gabbana Guoqin That is hanging by a thread following the sad expression of warmth.
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