The harbor of the heart

The heart feels euphoniously diffuse, and the red earth and the mundane world are relaxed. The cloud and water meditation heart to spend the years.

Pinch flowers shallow smile, dance with neon clothes, rainbow drunk among the clouds. Heart Lake

The poetry of the heart is swirling, and the beauty of the scenery is like smoke looking back.

--The inscription

The night is perfect, the silk wind is long, and the flowers are beautiful as pictures.

The extreme eyes are far away from the fence, with infinite emotions in the heart. The heart ink brush lightly waved, poetic years

The poetry of the years.

A flower paper umbrella is lightly turned, and a bit of butterfly

The rain is full of fragrance. The lilac fragrance overflowing sweet wind, graceful dance condensing fragrance. The brush is warm

The book contains fragrant ink and poetry, the flowers on the road are fragrant on the other side of the river, and the words are smoked into the dream.

Vaguely, the beautiful Swan Lake full of teardrops splashed moon lake, looking at a thousand years of condensation

The sorrow, the hand of the promise of purring sadly. The sad wind and rain are overflowing with melancholy, and the euphemistic words are endowed with poetic feelings.

A rainbow sends warm feelings. The bright moon reflects the rhythm of a thousand miles, and the stars

into the window

The years condense the fragrance, the fingertip ink condenses the fragrance. As the years pass by, the quietness of the ghost is unmarked.

Dreams hang down the curtain, gentle with rhyme, soft and gentle line. The rush of years, carrying years

The wheel of leisurely.

On the stage of life, are you in the light as a flower dance, graceful dance, step by step rhyme lotus, elegant slow?

The rhyme of the lotus is elegant, slowly and lightly diffused, the fragrance is lightly spent, calmly and leisurely embrace

The Zen heart sends a quiet and peaceful, with a poetic heart, write the poetry of the earth.

The first thing you can do is to take a look at the situation and see what is going on. Perhaps

Some people wipe their tears and sigh, the red face is easy to grow old. The loneliness and sadness, looking for the other side of the gaze, disappointed

In the foggy and pale shore, ferrying the red dust, singing the twilight flute. In the heart

The pure land of the heart is cultivated on a fragrant heart garden, in the harbor of the heart quietly and leisurely, silently

The rhyme of the rhyme of the rhyme of the sailing ......

The rhythm of the rhyme, the poetic sound of the poem. The night listening to a breeze into the volume, pillow a

The first thing that you can do is to take a look at the actual text. Vaguely dreamy

I am not sure if I can do it, but I am not sure if I can do it.

The rain and the dew, the poetic heart. The warmth of a volume of ink fragrance, a shallow smile between your lips, the path

The flowers bloom. The ink fragrance is fragrant with countless stories .......

The first time I saw you, I remembered that I met you.

I've been dreaming with you

The most important thing is to have a good understanding of the situation. I am like a fairy, turning into a butterfly, looking at ten thousand miles of rivers and

The mountains and the hills, the fragrance of the flowers A few times the flowers dance, and the mind is at peace. Encounters between the heart and mind.

I am going to create a perfect garden of fragrant flowers in the pure land of my heart.

The heart and soul of the heart, into the volume of euphoria. The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you want to do.

A few degrees of dust and smoke, dreaming of a slight wave, Xuting diffuse, the past is like smoke gently drifting far away, the emergence of condensed thoughts

Like the sea.

The poetry of the heart, the fragrance of ink, pick a stream of clouds, weave a volume of brocade dream, with a thousand

years of watchfulness, waving scrolls of ink flowing, the night sky quiet, pouring immortal thousand years of fondness.

The night sky is quiet, pouring out the immortal thousand years of love.

The heart is pure, holding plain silk, Shu Shu sleeves hide the dark fragrance, hold the piano lightly play a song, a quiet

The orchid is alone, the fragrance is diffuse.

The heart and soul of the wing, and borrow a pool of ink fragrance, neon dance feathers, fluttering dance red dust, the

The music of a world of butterfly dance love.

The heart is gentle, the rhinoceros is moving, and the years are fragrant, waving a volume of wind, flowers, and snow, quietly

The night alone leaning on the fence. The moonlight is like water, the wind drifts through the window pane, a trace of sadness; the sky seems to be

The sky seems to be a sea, let me swim, in the warm embrace of the sky, I will not be sad, quietly

In the warm embrace of the sky, I will not be sad, quietly snuggle and sleep soundly.

The sea in the depths of my heart is a harbor for me to indulge in. My joy and sorrow, are in the middle of it.

The ink is waved between, love condenses, flowers float away, and the earth gathers and scatters!

In the harbor of the heart, looking for the pleasure of each other's hearts, rhyme lightly between the clouds and water.

Flowers condensed fragrance, smiling flowers still. I want to live, vaguely by the lake's gentle and

I want to live in, vaguely rendered by the gentle and quiet beauty of the lake, gently intoxicated, dreamy, and relaxed. I am a white cloud, occasionally projected

in your heart lake, you do not need to be surprised, nor do you need to rejoice, I gently walk away, into a

I'm a butterfly rain that fragrances the flower season! I am looking for, the harbor of the heart lightly swing overflowing

ri ........