The beauty of maturity

The net is like stopping water, softness, moonlight seems to flow back, listen to the heart sound of the diffusion, as if the wilderness deer jumping, Yi swing feelings.

I always hope that the moment the wheel for love prisoners, or a fall into the canyon of thoughts, but also for it is a kind of happiness. At this point, where is the shortcut? The dreamy proximity to your smooth, see the white and clean soothing, where your 10,000 steps, above the layers of white clouds, accept my reading.

At that moment, as if spurting out, in a peaceful cloud, manfully out of the cage, the outline of the edge of the beauty, as if the moon is kissing, with smooth and soft, to accept the arrival of happiness.

Like coral naked sea surface, that is beautiful, as if bumpy and flexible in the model pendulum, the waves are scrambling to chase, like a floating oil painting on the sea surface, spreading the living and breathing outline.

As if water washing, filtered. What a beautiful painting of clean water, as white beauty out of the mirror, fresh and beautiful.

That is a beauty of maturity, beauty, beauty, beauty and comfort of a sign. Just like you in the autumn maple forest, bathed in the beauty of my maturity, as embellished by the red maple leaves, a subtle orange beauty, white net mini Jun, a filter into the mists of your pupils, the contours of love, can not extricate themselves.

At this time, the fallen leaves, maple leaves dazzling swing, each piece of love, kissing the beautiful skin and jade body, as if being drunk, sweet haze, as if the filter out of the orbital, beautiful.

Also like the fair out of the mirror, autumn wild orbital can not help but beauty, like if the autumn beauty of the sculpture, all call people reverie.

The beauty of maturity is really mesmerizing. Just like dreaming of snow, snowflakes floating beauty, with the heart to know the sound, as if the fluttering pentameter, as if the rhythm of love beating in my head.

As at that moment, the snow dances beautifully, the heart blossoms.

Also like a red candle, lit in the snow beauty. You watch the candlelight dinner, like the countless fires jumping in front of your eyes, you clip that red candle of love in the swaying, fire, a kind of special beauty, called you are in the world.

Perhaps, you have been completely intoxicated in that mature beauty, perhaps you really do not want to wake up.

Whether it is the sky, or the sea, or in the autumn colors of the wintry scenery, and in the snowflakes, beauty once called you in the situation, you immediately like writing in the picture of mature beauty, can not extricate themselves.

Why are you so good to him like that, do you really like him or are you deliberately making a show of it. When I saw you, I was as happy as a spring breeze, as if he was bound by the love of your spirit, so follow your footsteps, not stopping for a moment. It seems as if your temperament, that captured his heart, if not to see you, like the soul is not to stay. Maybe that really is in love, always can not escape that kind of bondage.

The net beauty is like a painting, beautiful as a haze. As if that is an oil painting in autumn, painted in your crystal eyes, a lifetime can not be forgotten.

The beauty is like a hot flower for a moment, the dazzling beauty of the dry world bucket open face.

Not in vain, to meet my beauty, is the honor of your life.

No need to paint the beauty of the dragon, as long as it is natural, it is called you Qiong Hua infinite, beautiful.