The wind, gently stroking the lotus leaves

Summer, lost the last hint of tenderness. A rain, wet summer fever. The rain early morning, walk slowly on the country road, a wisp of fragrance, attracted my soul. Find the scent, met a fate and lotus.
The first thing that catches the eye, is that a pool of leaves. Numerous extending in every corner of the waters, like the green sea, the wind thrown slightly waves. The wind too, is a ray of light fragrance. A blossoming lotus bloom quietly. White elegance, don't dye dust; red beauty, is not significant vulgar; powder delicate, but not seductive. A flower, like this into the heart, into love. Then days hachisuba infinite Bi, lotus flowers in red. This is a style, provoked many passers-by stopped. And I, are more willing to in this a faint in find a piece of peace of mind.

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The wind, gently stroking the lotus leaves. The sound of rustling, whispering as if between the lovers whisper. I am drunk, in this piece of the lotus of the ocean. I quietly listen to, dare not too close, afraid to scare the pool of dream. The sun, the wind gently swaying lotus, elegant unfolding petals. I seem to hear her shallow breathing, in the morning, in this belongs to the lotus world. If the wind has feeling, also can not bear to leave.
The sun, the rain sliding gently on the lotus leaves, leaving a string of beautiful curve. This quiet and sweet world, belongs to the lotus, belong to me, belong to a quiet heart.
Women have a dream, Ruolian bloom. Elegant Gao Jie, leisurely bloom, silent love. Every woman heart, all embrace in a dream. Childhood dream, is the string of window of the Campanula purple. Loading of childhood all worries and dream, gently swaying years songs. When the dream, filled with the fragrance of the fairy tale. As if just blooming white lotus, don't dye dust. The dream, pure and innocent, just because of love. For all the good love, belong to childhood fairy tale.
Women have a dream, Ruolian bloom. A young girl's dream, that is open in the south of the Yangtze River, blurred dream. With a touch of sadness, hint of melancholy, and clove love dream. As if quietly blooming pink lotus, feminine but not seductive. The girl's dream, built a small city, longing for life in the decreed by fate, longing for a fireworks event; longing for that to his best he; longing for the distant sky, free to fly; eager to encounter a person Whitehead, choose a city to die. The dream, perhaps naive, but it is part of their dream. Sorrow, careful collection. A paper in a, recorded in the fleeting, the most beautiful dream.
Women have a dream, Ruolian bloom. Over the years, the dream is also the time gradually mature. It seems that a windswept HL, beautiful but not vulgar. When the dream, gradually mature. Romance is no longer the theme of life, a shoulder to rely on, a cup of boiling water temperature, a concern regards. Would like to have a heart, the elderly not separation. The earthly fireworks, fireworks love ultimately attributable to the plain.
Women have a dream, 100 thousand red. When in a lotus posture, elegant bloom, light fragrance, aloes most beautiful years, is the most beautiful mark the transmigration of soul.
I hear you from afar, listen to your heart's true voice. Lotus Xinyu, is that a pool of fragrance. Forgotten and independent, fragrance and Qingyuan. Clear water lotus, natural go vulture act the role ofing. Ink painting, paint your style; Tang and song, draw the outline of your soul. "The silt but don't dye, wash Qinglian without demon" when refined people the most intimate whisper, is your heart.
Lotus whispers, is summer feeling. The wind, is your friend; the moon is your lover. Every quiet bloom, tender, into that pool fragrance. If you can, would like to turn into a lotus. In the lotus posture, quiet blooming. Tingting and surplus, a pool of fragrance, quietly blooming. You know or don't know, still beautiful.