时韵 陈源初 Yuan Chu Chen
Seasonal rhyme Yuan Chu Chen
Free flowers blooming in the Park, Huth Cirrus clouds in the sky-Shu, the heart seems to have a hazy moved, perhaps feeling of age, the young do not belong to us, through the rainy season every year, age of the sky leaving our innocence. I now have crossed the divide of the time, no longer laugh, cry. Opens the door to welcome visiting friend, Xu closed refuse t meet visitors or guests without wind. Home way, constantly changing. Unable to stage a comeback, reversing is ever-lasting fame, vent only confidante. And the wind on the River, and willow says I love you. Lover of the day, memories of the dust. Share reading historical stories, Phoenix-like seriously. A pair of Mandarin ducks a confidante. Letters such as springs, make up into laughter. Facing each other, it is not easy, romantic music of the city, surrounded by flowers. Out of loneliness, but the rain was cold, wet fly flies in Tsing Yi. How the cold wind, blowing eyebrow curved. Vagabond heart, knowing Moon flower. Empty restaurant, empty eyes, copper furnace. At this juncture, suddenly remembered the great speech, at the moment is well known, blinking in the dark, always makes me warm. In my view, what kind of life experience, even a lot of people to build the unusual chords of the Earth life. Listen to Mowgli's children's fantasy, a child who will never grow up, but life is not allowed, but the total running time. Small, thin, night lights, plantain. You never know who can see, rather than sympathy. Love is not a small bridge. Bridge of small purple lips, lips, you read every word eyebrow, love waves transfer, and then bends, to the green of a filament of silk leaves, and the Eagle, make peace of mind. Living world, just to up your face. The sensory pleasures in the human world, to look at all ways, breaking the soaring aspirations of mask, a rain of childhood dreams, heart is old, looked naive eyes, time, you can leave. Research on you, good bye life. Life is not always happy, never, pleasure and pain is the interaction, channels, such as through different sides of trees through change. Virtual-high signs hanging not tired, just remember, Jiang Nanyu Tong. Watch the sunset at dusk, embellishment, tilt of the lonely North attic. Bomian's melancholy, local activities, and green tile bungalows. Gradually grew up, began to adult status, often appear to be mature to see the world, seemed to bother the simple life, as well as ideas and ideals, came up with a storm. Lost in the pictures of lotus flowers in solitary Pavilion, Pavilion, I hope. Mai Chi Jiao, who opened flower, plain clothes red onions, red ink lotus leaf, who dyed hair, coated with red booths shangheqing. Different tears, pharynx and silent, my only regret is the past. Picture of grief, and many difficult language. Depth of thought, downstairs. Rivers turn to fold a boat like a leaf, it appears it may hide. After the memory, compassion. Ancient and modern secular, who did not linger. Sudden sounds, sound traveling thousands of miles, hammer Ding mountain since ancient times, still in the bizarre world, there are thousands of heavy load. Today, fields walked out, wind, cloud, rain and moisture, and then more cold. White Dew, fading away, dispersed by the wind to smoke. At his side, still loitering, clean the Earth. Shortage of broken road, blowing clouds are a far cry, do not open. More snow in the North, cold white ash, heart and character recognition. Residual rain, dreams, smoke Liu. For decades, continuous rain, windy. On the road of life, I would like to run, chasing the dream of a rainbow. Lonely, like memories, who moved by wind and rain, like tasting those ups and downs road. Suddenly looking back all the way, a chance meeting, why do people only can appreciate their own life journey landscape? Why has undergone so many worlds, but very few real friends? Why look through traces are gone? Luxury style as Yang. Regal, Star, more money.