Love you, such as tea

age, for the time being to relax, even if only a glass of water, but also a bit Yinyun a delicate romance. 

     Busy, modern people is a mission. In repeated thousands of times tens of thousands of monotonous life, occasionally to stretch their mood of a space, so those kind of tea would be friends from Shanshan. 

     They (women) before, I am free. The leaves, stretch a tired body, the return of naughty in the water down a wayward spray. 

     Tangulunjin or worth fighting words from the text, unusual Lane street, but also on the Hainan and Taiwan pavilion. Toyama with Tsui, the last tree Nong Ying, dry days, as a result of the intervention of a friend and moist up. 

     Hong Xiu lightly, ask a few songs voiceless, the heart will be intoxicated, Dengying, a park of the soul, as if it elegant. Those fingertips on the open flowers, like a holy angels, smiling, swaying, decorate my dream, my feet busy tone. 

     To cross the busy, my eyes gently landed on a cup of tea. 

     Such as tea, Diyin shallow woman to sing a small modal, open to show tender affection for; hit song festival and the spirit of man, Qi Jing people; wise and rational talk of book reviews, thought-provoking; Rouwan charming mutter feelings, emotional Cuiren ... ... 

     Fragrance, the only feeling. 

     The emotion stacked stone, flower light of the language. Sophorae fragrance of old, the family poem. Volume not conceal the shallow end of injury, into a voiceless sound, banana on a rainy night. 

     This is a life in detail in the woman's tea, Zoran This is a single soul of the world. 

     I do not want to through the tea leaves, pry into her privacy. But sometimes the soul in the entry is by surprise. She should be in a mind to accept a friend not to show it out. Tea is the shortest distance into each other, I thought. 

     Indifferent to read her text, Buzhaohenji attention to her, whether she knows it or not, are not important. It is important in the noisy, we suffer the soul of the close. 

     On top of each piece of tea, there is a holy angels.

     I have every one. 

     Far above the heart, there is a swan, Hong Xiu fly in the sky. She is the ink. 

     A small pen, drawing miles long days, to express lofty unreasoning passion. Hom bumpy road of love Ke, into a pen at the end of trickling streams. Subtle and delicate, Some Like It Hot, Hong Xiu spread angle off the corner. Write, Wang Yang Zi Si, striking Wencai. Commentary, Chukouchengzhang, moving spirits. 

     There is love in the hearts can Huixiu into the spring. Love, I love Chi-cheng, is a glabella Cinnabar; love, deep feeling Juanjuan, a heart is the altar; love, the truth slowly, is described by a cluster of camellia. 

     This is a holy angels, and a broad range of Saxiang love that he is worth every corner; This is the vibrancy of a swan, flying in the blue sky of his ideals; This is a wonderful flower of the pen, led us to The warmth of spring! 

     Concept described by the course of events, feeling the warmth of ink from the heart, then a resident in the spring. 

     Luanhong over, there are traces of flowering tea. 

     Her words, if the chronology of sunshine, the situation is bit by bit. She said that a friend is not object to the theme of love network, friends love, in the virtual world of true feelings. As a result, there were numerous minor moved. 

     Appreciation, admiration, is also moving forward. Kwun Yam Wan Ru an iron! 

     If I like the emotional woman ah, tirelessly with artificial tears, her smile there, busily through the network of roadways, is behind the sun's warmth and beauty of the same text. 

     Weather Machines according to Sophie, not just hear the Yudabajiao bit shallow depression, but also a detailed knowledge of the women's emotional feelings. Tea leaf out rhyme, the percussion Banzhemiankong far more than just the characters, but also hidden certain undercurrent of human Zhiqing! Those beautiful photos, records the traces of flowers, the warmth of the line of poetry, but the wet other people's eyes. Whispering sound, knot-inch Rouchang, Jingshuiliushen, into the heart, such as warm-yang, as she looks soft, as Yinyun of tea. 

     Hill, and his towering light of the significant convective clouds. Karma of the text, with its quiet and I approached the light touch. 

     Her words, Yun Ji light of the aesthetic factor. The color rendering, making the text itself Yinyun in a hazy atmosphere of the tea, those who disseminated the emotion of the text, the quietly elegant, I walked into the hearts. 

     Her words, there should be a pair of hook people's spirits eye, or lightly distressed, or Shenqingkuankuan, or deep wisdom, or rational thought ... ... those who disseminated the text of the author's thoughts, and appears to be noble and quiet. 

     Jump thoughts, with her eyes, a swing of a swing, then, the Purple Rose, a bloom of love classical Shame, flowers, flowers, doors, behind the door. And she has a smile, in the early autumn sun read a person's name, thinking of God in the clouds above. 

     Because to think so substantial as full, so light. Walking in the text field, the convective clouds in the mountains to see that smile. 

     Soluble in love tea, the proliferation of light. Consumers love the Punic trace, tea and still see the outline of the painting. 

     If the tea-like text, and aesthetic refinement. There are pictures of the texture. 

     She always unusual perspective to insert a unique experience, financial aesthetics, mathematics, philosophy in the meantime, the unusual arrangement of words in his portfolio, the screen showed the level of sense, rational light refraction. 

     Light, shadow, architecture, as well as those odds and ends of the fly, can be picked at random, not to be missed signs of her characters in some of the elements. Precipitation thoughts in the Hangyunliushui Relics, the distribution of Yi Yi's luster. 

     Prose's mood, Meaningful and profound. 

     Window, the sun has gone through the traces of Hong Xiu, a faint aroma of tea. 

     Heart embedded in the walls of a large mirror, a wide field of vision on. 

     She approached the text, as if in their living room wall fitted with a large mirror. Her words, while the thick atmosphere, a wide field of vision, and rich cultural. The narrative of natural and human thinking, people live and shared iQue Bahuang, pass through this ancient, maneuvers, writing fluency, Italian state problems. In such a text, I just enjoy, stop, and could not comment on the telling of lies. 

     History, and I always divide. Of course, this stems from my lack. As a result, in this mirror, I own lights up underemployment. My pale those of the text, though elegant, but I felt so shallow roots, and less thickness of many. 

     Thick or ridicule no matter whether she's thinking of the text, filled with the sad and dreary, I seem to see his little face of the vicissitudes of life, unable to give full play to their talent with the shadow. 

     She's a very strong sense of perspective text, mind shock will surely have to clean the desolate. Once in a while there is poetic verdant flowers Archer, hovering, but I am still busy behind the no-ching and the Guao Performance. 

     Her self-proclaimed ghost, refused to forward the so-called sunshine, her value in the dark behind the dance. 

     I can not into the mirror, but I have been clear tea support, then, and the language of the mirror, I Pina if the impact of Jinghong, as a mirror of condensation on the drop-ching Lu. 

     Evaluation of the elegant tea, look at these different posture of tea in the months and years on the stage, their interpretation of the script, I have some of the slightly intoxicated, for the time being forget the noise on earth, into the meantime, the gently told her "love you . " 

     Love you, such as tea, take it lightly and profound.