There is always a warm fragrance in my heart

When you listen, you miss the sound. It is the breeze and willow's snoring. It is the text walking on the plain note. What a nice and clear, how clear it was, the water -stained Ting Ting, so I used silence and a pot to think of affection.

You listen, the night breeze whistled, all the embrace of the night, the moonlight reached the corner of the eyebrow, there were a lot of coquettish, but I only read the taste of acacia, and was shaking in the night. It turned out that I couldn't sleep, just because I had too much expectations in my heart, and my heart continued too much.

You listen, the breeze preface, love in the heart of the heart, a smoke rain is you, a bodhi is still you. How do you forget that you are in the moonlight, the lotus pond is you, the chrysanthemum is you, and the ink smoke rain. In this life, you can write your love with you. This life cannot meet you.

You listen, the wind chime is ringing, that's your voice is soothing my sadness. You let me not be embarrassed, you let me quit me. You say that the dust always gives us an Anliang, so I use a smile to storage the wind and the wandering of the moon. A person has planted affection on the paper, and there is always a warm fragrance in his heart.

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