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Mei Yun

The plum blossom is open season, the regeneration of my life time, life and plum are inextricable knot. Therefore, my life is pregnant with the rhythm, spirit of plum of the romantic spirit, precipitation of plum blossom.

When spring comes, I always Thoughts thronged one's mind. day in the south, north of plum blossoms belongs to me! The distribution in the spring breeze, the fragrance, the tender green core, I do not know how many fashionably dressed men and women have drunk. Also, in a silky dew in the spring, and I love the people together to prop up a green umbrella, gently step, slowly whisper my poems, walking down a quiet lane in the rain, all of the noise around, go to the outskirts of the foot down plum. I will reach out to fold a branch in early puberty Chunmei, to her powder soft lips, with dew wet lips her Fang Mei, then gently around her waist branches, gently to give her a sweet kiss, gently in the fragrance of plum blossom in the charming.

In the early spring night drunk plum heart, elyze as drunken concubine, and the spring breeze and rain lingering, teasing, and spring fog filled with spring, and teasing, and spring bird echoed, and spring butterfly kisses. Your eyes are dim with provoked spring Xia shy face, thin tender face exquisitely carved with a light color. The hum of bees to wake her up, red with white jade cracked lips, to accept the warm sunshine.

That year the winter and spring, I went back to his hometown in Jiangning to Nanjing, when there are catching up with the plum blossom in early puberty, the mountain country in the wild plum trees, are competing to stretch the branches, the branches of a plum bud, like before puberty girls, beautiful figure, the plum blossom aroma elyze waft in all over the mountains and plains, all at once, I passed out in the ocean. Shuttle birds twitter in the bushes, fragrance of plum blossom in the affair, make people Beckoning. The bees are few,elyze the powder through buds temptation, but are struggling to wing, slender lines in the bud tip foot V, who is not willing to fly away, this is the most incisive, and bees love, shame that may face clear with perspiration. The buds that just shoots out ever jealous eyes, vigorous. Here, let me forget my existence, I seem to have walked into the Heavenly Queen Mother of the Royal garden. No wonder the man of letters from ancient to modern times have love the plum blossom, I see that they all have to die in the plum tree does not regret the end of the complex.
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