Wuzhen I how to write you? Afraid of his childish writing out of your empty and pure, spent two days like dreams, and I drunk if you appear to give me in the dream of poetry, never also didn't want to come out, so I can only put you to write when dream.
From my hometown to wuzhen need more than five hours away, these five hours in space shuttle, time is back, go back to hundreds of years ago that may drizzly misty rain moments. In a dream like silk in the rain I bit by bit closer, the heart intoxicated in your saxiang my tender feelings sweet meaning!
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So take heart walk in a dream appearing on a blue SLATE, slippery, cool, next to it had printed in the footprints of how many people? Once how above you recorded in the shadow of the emotional hair? And I also step a seal of my footprints I printed at the emotional continues forever for the green flag.
bridge
Ever wanted to like to wuzhen I must try to wander alone in the bridge up missing something, now succeeded eventually feeling in rain, I blurred a person standing on the bridge, looking at the picturesque scenery, looked to think whether someone know me now missing heart, and whether someone who sensed? I wander in this bridge, wait-and-see, majesty, dreaming, silly me silly want to use my dream decorates his dream! Walk down the dreaming of the bridge, and on the another bridge, and miss and missing continues, bridge, if can hand on Bridges and his colleague, there must be followed him go illusion? And those on the bridge or wait for departure only illusion? And that really just be an illusion just, imperceptible bridge has to end, I also dare not cannot turn back. Silly and I can decorate got whose dream? mens coach bags
lanes
Wuzhen more is a type and alleys, short lane, long lane, their respective spread and interlaced, walk in such as lane was carefully on the face, percussion close heart and wild, imperceptible hum up not well-known tunes, gentle heart with me that crisscross feelings linger on long short between, do not wish to back alleys, don't want to come back. Now I closed his eyes, the alleys and clear in my world, the lane that sentiment will still exist deep in my memory!
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