The Flower of Holiness

The vultures flew by, and the sacred gate of heaven opened a strong and unfathomable sky, such a difficult gate, just passing through the sky. What you can see www.biquge.info glider across the sky is a very long bridge, like a rainbow, and the seats under the bridge are endless.

Perhaps, at this time, it may be the height of summer, and what is crowded on the riverside has already been told, the scorching heat of this summer, but the people by the bridgehead walk back and forth in the same way, and at this moment, what happened, the rain in the sky, flashing like white flowers, and so on and again, again and again. It seems to be the same as at the beginning, but it is just gone, and it is the same as at the beginning, and the sky is blue, what does all this confirm? No one can tell, but the sunny meander always flies very well, so good that you can't resist the mood, winding away, its beauty is still there, there, it seems that you can't see it at all, but suddenly there is an inexplicable impulse, and I want to take a look at the fairy in the water, just this glance, it seems to have stopped, the beauty of the amazing, the beauty of the show, walking in the small bridge and flowing water, perhaps, this is a kind of self-satisfaction, by her side. Wandering around is enough to calm the uncertainty in your heart. A mood of communication with Yizhi, like a rare good situation, or it can be said that it is a mirage-shaped air waving your hand, and then, you go! Perhaps, there is only one time in the world, and there is no more, but, such as yours, it is no longer the two watches that are not concerned with infatuation, when you, know, Qing Shu has already flown to the corner of her pink lips, she has just been born, turbid Qinglian but not demon, even if it is the same, she is still grateful if there is no pool of muddy mud how she is so beautiful.

The pool is not a pool, clean is not clean, and then a hundred turns and thousands of times, the dream is not around, the turbidity is still turbid, but the lotus is still the same.

She is like this, a kind of youthful vitality at such a time, vigorously so that you can't see clearly. Thus, a kind of hymn of her youth began.

Look at! This pool is turbid, so lovely, and so horizontal, as if there is no doubt, a kind of detachment begins.

Like a dream, but, I just want to see the lotus in the seedling pond in the back song——。