Half moon climb（二）

They carefully read some of dynasties, and death come and go, and then enter the hurried retreat, mountain temple, or the Huaihe River brothel, with the lute, with the wooden fish, a drop of sound, piling up the bitterness to the world and dreams, silently portrait, even if Jianxue Plum , the expense.
Against the wind when she was a glass of Qin, a Han tile, people in search of the Peoples of their own shadow, they found, all of them are their own, all of them and not their own ......
Gradually, the joy of the heart were more sad.
She closed her eyes, but not wanted, scattered in the corner of Othello child, have played, traveling all the old to start a war.
Shiny dagger and arrow on the bowstring who should spell out who exactly is?
She Qiaoli water, clothes and thin, his eyes dazed.
Lighting confusion, transformation. Face scattered in the wind constantly updated with, they accidentally left lying in the grass in tears, have become the past.
Who occasionally drink into the ages, countless rivers and mountains give the Six Dynasties, the earth substitution?
Wang Jin Millennium Yanbo, ugly on the raw end of the net once, she forgot herself.
Wind, cloud Chung, did not touch the setting sun into the snow-capped mountains, the darkness rushed over, no one saw her sorrow.
This would seem to have passed her life!
Desperate, she loudly, calling himself God.
God does not appear, there is the half moon.
Half moon climb, hiding all this winter, plum, call out the aroma, then regret it the waters off the cover she had to go.
Hidden in Jianjia through the moonlight, she saw a white horse came across the music, Deng Hua thin to do, ten thousand Rouchang for his blessing put on clothes, more than a fictional god!
Friction between the soul and the eyes sparkle, suppression could not stop the excitement, like the tide overflowing the night.
Moonlight on the run, the Buddha illuminates water's edge, she and her small universe of mind and let her sink into the shadow of the bottom rolling, the glittering waves of water.
Time, a quiet, moonlight and the United States, a number of well-being in the night inexplicably nervous.
At this point, if you go through, will see a plum the same woman, overflowing beautiful sadness, singing sweetest song, leisurely away: "End of career, Cape ... ..."