Love is like the moon is a bright and clear as jade

 1. Love is like the moon is a bright and clear as jade Looked from the outside, it is smooth and mellow, like the skin of babies born as attractive. But when you look at them close, will find it full of holes.

2. in the absence of love Teenage round world, are everywhere professes to love Mishap, happiness is often of uncertainty.

3. When the time scouring the net package volume in the primitive in the quicksand of love, Looking back, we are still in those years the time zipping by in the two seasons bright boy?

4. actually, you know I've been waiting for tis rose bloom. I imagine the wait for flowers the day, you will come to me and whisper in my ear V whisper. However, sunshine was burning my eyes, then temporary blindness. Already see my beautiful than roses blooming, and you had not been to my world.

5. torrent of time, we always grew up. As someone said, life is not unbearable, but you have not met it.

6. I did not stand in the lake Su Yi quiet girl, you are not the white sections of Shaonian Lang, wait and encounter the same type are miserable fate.

7. always thought that love of love with you can rely on long, but I do not know hibiscus flowers and paragraphs grass roots and the hair between the original, but separated by a wall.

8. the beginning of the tragedy are often no symptoms, you hit the bed today and calumny V flirtatious in his chest, his soft words whisper, but there is no guarantee you tomorrow in the mirror was still able to pro-

9. hair Cang, and fleeting, such as thorns, day after day. In front of a grand time, who can move without a trace of it. Perhaps, after so many years, to be flashy to see in full bloom, when the man was occasionally Nianqi a time when lead washed peach petals, but also recall him from the man who established the lake's Su Yi quiet girl, slightly higher unstained mouth still blooming smile smoke.

10. the so-called miss, but also in the dust of an opening verses, with the rushing sound of the past after the flip,UGG boots clearanc, who will remember the joy and sorrow inside?

11. because the day is too short, nights too long and the memory will become a memorial. Because the situation is too thin, the heart is too absurd, so Tolerance of Bai Yueguang will undercurrent into mourning. Because the word is too short, long tone, so ended play has been sung around the clock until daylight.

12. Let those shocking scenes as I gradually withered heart patches scattered everywhere, Yu-chieh, the flowers piled Luanhong fall away from the human eye. No sorrow, no despair,UGG boots cheap, no longer remember her flowers when it was magnificent unparalleled.

13. My old faith, the beginning of a Cun Cun in the muddy swamp in deep love which can not get away, standing in memory of the fingers tremble slightly, already exhausted, unable to touch you already soulful imminent. I will be gone quiet, as we've never met.

14. thoughts in surge of white snow falling on the purple curtains, as if one were disseminated after the ink. Heart of oil people do not carry a subtle mood forever. Raised his head to look to the head at the top of the Ban Zhang blue sky, as long as hands can easily touch up to that of a clear and bright.

15. Su Jin years when the time sitting in white, the forest cool memories slip from the fingers. Equanimity, miss lengthy shade in well-being of the general path as the Love go.

16. you skim a holding scenery of the river, as I wash away the memory of the Red Nightmare dream, all the way heart overflowing, all the way infiltration of fragrance for you. I picked one for you, Angela Moon,UGG boots clearanc, to wipe your life off-loading of the sound, the way fragrance filled all the way and the songs and sing for you.

17. immersed in the movie who never understand the current complex. Film will eventually finish at that bloom in the summer youth will also be gone forever.

18. What we can leave the soul to be suppressed in the time behind the pale, faded, withered, and then gradually declining. What else can we catch up, love only wandering too far away, long, bleak, gaunt as a poem.

19. If red shoes, and only Jun dance. But we no longer able to Fantasy.

20. that summer, it is so gone. Our tears, our smiles, our youth. And those who did not yet left imprinted in the life of the passers-by. Impulsive, ambivalent, simple, pull off, empty. Just this summer, the moment between night and day mixed, hastily fell to the ground, the world's exceptionally quiet.