Han Miao through time and space, wipe off the dust years, a refined elegant woman in the history of the deep distant way, step on the poetry of the aura, rolled painting temperament of the Pegasus, captures excellent as the roots of the enchanting, elegant Hong Ying , red lips delicately, behaved in a hesitant: Afraid only afraid, the words from the wound endless, endless vicissitudes of life ... ...

Ouhua also play in the deep, also take time strike swing, Yi Men olfactory plum, Review Touqu elegant young men, the joy of time 乍现 the meteorite, lonely, sad words Xianzhisujian overflow line, "wine À Song Chun Yu air strike, dark blue cylinder winking. Hunmeng bear Resentment, more loudly sings Gui. "lonely boudoir, drink alone Qingchou, light dark, empty cups, Amberpack sad, just sigh! Toast sold more worry worry worry, the dream off when lock Awful!

"Depression of the courtyard, and Inclined rain, heavy doors to be closed." Courtyard cold, heavy doors closed, the curtain falls, the annihilation of the Inclined rain, nonetheless, do not blame Kanbu Po sadness, cut right, and chaotic Do not is a different feeling in their hearts! You Meng night, deep cold spell Court, Rouchang inch worry thousand branches, an Acacia nowhere to send, only turned into two lines Qinglei, try sprinkling outside the desolate dream dreams.

Li Yi An, a brilliant, Yide wisdom, most of his life wandering displaced by the enduring amazing woman, an algae do not repair jewelry, rare literary standing proudly wonderful, unprecedented achievements in the history of Chinese literature through the ages myth!

Once seemingly prosperous years, reside in elite government officials, a sheltered, loving husband and wife. All this is like a beautiful night-blooming cereus, the armored cavalry turned into a thing of the past in ... ...

Chill of early spring, geese heading north, solitary chair window frames, ahead in the sky, the heart has been turned into Canyun Ruby, "Guihong Canyun Bi sound off. The back window of snow flue straight." In these circumstances, how can one call days from worry pity, since the sad cloud! Kiyotoshi Lichtung is a disability under the Bifeng broken heart, and placed Canyun drift horizon.
Carrying a school bag, and looked frustrated to the campus. Weiye classroom Piaoman the fragrance. From the desk of the bag at the same table, and slowly work out a triangular dumplings to loosen up the dumplings cooked hair rope, carefully cut open Wei Ye, fear accidentally slipped from his hand. When expose layers of Wei Ye, and more and more mellow rice flew thick nose, squirt into my heart. Ren Ren glutinous rice, sticky little hands at the same table. His hand, dumplings, golden transparent, oily angular flutter, like just peeling bamboo shoots, fresh too tempting. I leaned a bit the same table, like big breath all the flavor sucked into the big breath, fill my belly pouch is drumming. A small table with open mouth and bite the dumplings corner, in your mouth, chew carefully, as if there is a mouthful of Yuxiang overflow in the mouth. Probably did not eat breakfast, perhaps too rich aroma of dumplings, as if like a few days without food, water and sour stomach roll, the day of the morning reading sessions do not remember a new word, open the preview layout of the text the teacher, feel a vague, can not find the words between the lines. -

Dinner, my mother brought out a plate of chopped dumplings out of eight pieces, is a half points on four dumplings. Six children with their parents, just a piece of each person. Parents do not eat, and give a minimum of two sisters. I remember that scene, my brother and I did not in his mouth to swallow dumplings, and continue to plug, thirty-two put their share of eating, and the like who can eat the parents share the fastest finish. But when we both finished the fastest, that the two still did not eat into the mouth. Licking fingers stained with the rice paste, eyed sister. -

Half the dumplings, the dumplings are almost smell the flavor of the festival had finished. Night, with her mouthful of rice more than the unfinished particular fragrance, climbed on the bed to sleep early. That night, dreamed of a string of dumplings, I filled bags, even bags strap can also hang two strings. That night, slept soundly, morning golden sun climbed bedding do not know, sleep Mimi was always smell the aroma of rice dumplings. Mouthful of his mouth until his brother pulled me dumplings quilt, only completely wake up from a dream, a somersault to get out of bed, ran to the kitchen, devouring dumplings hold up. -