Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Pure love

 A bee flew from the flower is the flower, gently sucking, I think flowers are a delight, she is all for this glorious moment, in order to pass each other fragrant pollen.
Innocence is an instinct, like a flower to another flower of desire, there is no reason to deeply attracted to each other's scent, only to encounter the moment, with their bright, cheerful, forgetting the cloud top pressure and forget the fragility and transience of life.
love is so pure and beautiful, as long as you, as long as the flowers, as long as you, as long as there is love.
been a long time did not use Perhaps the most busy tumult of the pure love of people have been blurred over time become distant dreams, settling into a quiet heart, light touch of incense. those who loved and was loved, still remember their bright smile and the palm of the temperature, and even seen the movie I remember with the lines moving. memories fresh in our memory, but time has passed for many years unknowingly.
scene hearted, and Renshiquanfei.
have bid farewell, as the age of innocence and love, the initial injury and prevailing belief in happiness. if at the time are believed Haikushilan, you can never doubt the future.
just want to think of it many years later when inadvertently , but also felt a touch of sweetness, even if there is melancholy, but also warm the heart as warm spring breezes.

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