radii 420 low- or drunk

Life dust (prose)
car walking through the thick clouds between the thick fog, Cave quietly away from the hustle and bustle away,
life is but the shadow of the earth after flashy, through centuries of luxury, calm look at all scattered by the wind; in reality, such as Lake smile, eyes, such as mystery. Run around in a hurry, after removing a tired; sitting alone before the mirror, suddenly found that once youthful years, the combination of many vicissitudes of the traces.
was trance music at midnight, no problems have been confusion in the poem, had to wait for the dawn wind. Past and gone, who had geometry? How many stories this Shengbi off, how many years, raising his hand with bow lost. Even if the mind quiet, thumbscrews dampening the dust skytop supra, ask uneven time traces. Looking back is, any downtown it has, such as the smoke finally cleared to be. so that when the dust
repose read meditation, put on hold at the OBE for his thoughts drifted in among a thousand times wake up, it is difficult not to spend that tangle the old soft silk winding ; or drunk radii 420 low, or wake up, all within close proximity; close by, that is, of the World; Morrow Qingxudong ourselves.
and Baozhan the Love of the pen, can really describe those years quietly fill the hollow of the China chapter? Perhaps the real long aphasia. Then cut the shadow of China, carved into a non-word epitaph, time on the surging tide comes, all the mourners flooded the way home. Who can dance with the time, hanging time tottering steps?
Shengruxiahua flowers and death like autumn leaves; tired of the dance break and leave the hustle and bustle of the stands, before the curtain, the last ray of mind crying, Then the dance is thousands of customs, with a myriad of mental fondly of the Red, a slight nod to the short life. Ghost in the Valley like the ethereal singing of thin sigh, throws Tolerance of pain mark.
will not export the song singing softly, An Fuping miss the opportunity to leave. Let all the floating element, condensed into a real beauty. Dancing with the last breath and lovely, with the fall of wandering. Look deep courtyard, Fallen flowers Ru Xu, fragrant flowers where the mound was underway? Recalling also regret swab also regret. What a wild soul
souls go? Autumn too cold, Qiulu cold. Point in the falling of the moment a light, warm soil of the return journey; intricate supra tk society black red, the dust has settled, the afterlife to be three spring break, only to wish wrapped into a seed, sown in the afterlife, is willing to grow into a classical tranquil flower. Hide the tumult fled the secular, so decorative clear moonlight dreams, xiao long, traveled through the memory of the ring.
years away from the street, and so gone with the breeze, awaken the millennium You Meng. After a hundred thousand turn back, the last hint of Canhong faded, but still smile as Ju. That touch has Danru Chrysanthemum smile, still sound but also vaguely, Yan also vaguely. After experiencing a broken clock moving step by step, still silent on the thinking mind, as if all worldly possessions are looked at each other, Ren Rensheng spring, he was back to yellow to green.
a Lakeshore, a sun, a dust without any appearance of placid quiet; in reality quiet light, into that vast realm of the future, through a Cheng Cheng is another of the Inn, to the distant, to the eternal ... ...
Xie Zhaojun August 21, 2008 in Cave