write a poem for you

Write a poem for you, crazy for you. I want to with you hand in hand, standing in the old banyan tree, watching the sea in the roaring waves of the sea; I want to with you shoulder to shoulder, playing a flower paper umbrella, in the south of the misty rain slowly goes through a bluestone Lane in the rain; miss and hug you tightly, ride a horse, in the vast grasslands gallop freely; I carry you, along the pilgrimage, to the snow covered Plateau on; I count on you, Maggie Beauty no one in the Gobi desert, lonely through the years and forceful.
The moon, flower, the cloud, cloud. Landscape skinny, and rich. Years of skinny, and bright. The world in April, the grass sprout out of the earth, Fallen petals lie in profusion. In the depths of my tree flowers, write poems for you. Listen to each of you a flower petals, quietly open voice; for you to listen to each pair of birds, lingering whisper voice; for you see, each pair of butterflies, chasing each other playing figure; pillow book for you, lie listening to frog drum; for you see cloud water, put the missing covered grassy trails. Acacia as moonlight filled the air, soft and warm. Thick wall infiltration time, into the flower pistil, leaf veins, wandering white clouds, flying gull heron, sand river. Every drop of rain, there is your shadow; every ray of sunshine, have you smile; every grain of dust, have your temperature; every trace of the air, you have the sweet.
Write a poem for you, laugh for you, for you to tears. The boundless poetry, bubbling out spring, flows into streams, merged into streams, rivers surging into, finally into the vast ocean. My heart is like the spring fields, such as the spring grass sprout love; love like the misty rain misty; an idyllic scene everywhere lush, green shade. These days it coming home, gradually condensed into the most beautiful poems. Diary, pillow lost from falling, falling out from water, clouds, flying butterflies, flying out of you, and your body faint scent. I am immersed in your tenderness, forget time, forget time, forget myself.
Where are you? I can't find you? Originally, you are my blood vessels in the heart, heart, skin temperature, nasal breathing, eyes shine, face wrinkles. You are in my life, in my every cell, in my every breath, every beat of my heart. I have not I, you also not you. Red dust, listen to flowers, idle flower falls.
Write a poem for you, with the wind with rain clouds, the sun, in the sky, in the earth, writing my love for you. The Chinese landscape painting, small bridges misty rain, the stars of the moon is I love you, love you write full text. The beautiful scenery, rivers and lands, one thousand years, ten thousand years, telling the world love. Apricot open, peach red, lotus residues after yellow sweet scented osmanthus, chrysanthemum leaf plum anger. Years of reincarnation, I still love you. By the misty rain, watching the stars Lengyue, let love fly far away your heart.
There is always a lot of love, Yuyuehuanxiu; Maggie Beauty the total number of love, not a text book; there are many Acacia, faint revenge, that would not. Sometimes people in the world, the heart is in the hand; some things thousands of miles, but always in my heart. Write a poem for you, for you Beckoning. Your eyes, flashing the charm; your dimple, blurred as trap; your body, like a gentle hometown; your heart, like mellow wine. My heart is with you, love you.
Write a poem for you, for your tears flow, heart broken for you, crazy for you. Many worry, only under the brow and mind; many hated, hurt the heart and warm the heart. Love and pain, sweet and bitter. Affection, oh, of what is affection comprised? Why cannot life if the first? Years such as sand, the wind blows; time tide, ebb and flow.
Dipped in water to write for you, every drop of water in the ocean is always love you. Holding the quicksand to write for you, every grain of sand in the desert is like you. The air there is love, the sunshine is gentle, the flower is for you. Write a poem for you, from spring to summer, summer and autumn ". Winter and spring. My tireless, forget time, forget the fleeting time Maggie Beauty.