A good mood, dipped in a pink core, all-round drying.
You are the whisper of pen and ink.
You are compatible with beauty and scenery.
In the morning, poetic wings are always wet by your delicate and charming. ...
Bloom died, knocking on the beauty of spring, drunk a group of birds, jumping and playing.
Looking up, the blue sky fills the air.
Looking down, the aroma is fragrant.
A language that can be read if you want is budding.
Baidu excellent photographer, it's good to have you.
Line of sight, beautiful morning light.
At this time, I picked up a pen, injected the tenderness of the rising tide into a clear blue, held you in my arms, and played a affectionate song, playing the dawn.