给我一支笔
With a wisp of warm sunshine, the cut section of the city of love, reading a beautiful the idea of being in the past years，Only constant is my true feelings, the in the mind for whereas the emotion is tender,Acacia language. A free in the night quietly float in the sky,Lit the hard winter, warm the heart.
If have the spirit like magic, no searching for the tired,Falling flowers, bubbling streams, sit tight, is has nothing Or water heartless?Late years, trampling on the heart, infiltrates the grief and sorrow.
Out of the window, the wind is wanton spread,The marrow of the cold into the heart again,The impact of the last winter coming to an end.However, the winter warming Yang from the glass door point-blank come in, sprinkled on the desk.At the moment, the desk of lily in the ambiguous, light, on the pure elegance.
If you have a magic, I would like to the fusion of emotion,Splash ink painting landscapes for its beautiful scenery,Write all the gentle love in the heart,Ripples in the exquisite and soft heart, fusion soft light feeling and sense of color,But heart's desire, love cuddling.
Give me a pen, in March,Describe the long Bai Yunyou go,Poplar and willows, birds singing, hurtling ink, wind blown soft yurun's feelings,Dance with your splendid life, intoxicated in the fragrant.
Give me a pen, dyed to the best of things in the heart,To the wisps of swallowed nepenthes, and a pure and flawless,Enjoy the sight of the good times.
Give me a pen and doodle,Ink and ups and downs, gentle, blossom eye cordiality,Dye made the sacred feeling, love.
Give me a pen, a piece of paper,Staring eye, one mind, and dry autumn leaves,Winter wind freehand brushwork, condenses into gorgeous flowers, shade,Shade is appropriate, a round of affection, draw the outline of life picture scroll.A feeling, a care,A complaint, a understand,Infiltration in the depths of the years, searching.
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