I like that touch of Youlan horizon, like looking at the sky to see the origins edge off. Cheng pulls in the past, personnel vicissitudes of life, that bloom is a vow, and so when the flowers withered before they agree to believe it is nothing but a convention. I like the quiet life deep inside You Lan, like bloom and fade in the years beyond, bringing back memories of the people, like those classic tale of the blue.
I like to miss, like the Remembrance of those in the past. I miss the endless autumn waters, where the floating breeze miss the subtle fragrance, I stubbornly thought that parting will be reunited, the sea spend the are set, but can not afford the years turned magnificent collections, which moved into a dream final Xin Xu moisten things.
I like the breeze blowing, like the moon, according to Lang, the wind, when the time to listen to the twittering, sultry moonlight carries a simple hope. In the numerous overlooks, the Pink flower between dance, dress sleeve of a robe with the wind-yang, the wind after overblow is a lonely land.
I like the night the quiet tone, like a long night for the heart point of a lamp. Busy fall for the darkness of night and fog, so I would like to spectrum a lyrical tone, and then head for you to write a poem. Until dawn, when, again line by line, paragraph by paragraph review, and then slowly delete each one has associated the word with you ... ...
我喜欢出发，喜欢离开，喜欢不羁和自由。我独自追逐流年的影子，想穿越唐朝的风把闪亮的句子印在唐诗里，淋一场宋时的雨让相思的镶嵌成宋词，浅浅散散的文字，却牵扯着缠绕的青丝。
我喜欢天边那一抹幽蓝，喜欢仰望天空看缘起缘落。前尘过往，人事沧桑，以为花开是一份誓言，等花儿凋谢的时候才肯相信那不过是一场约定。我喜欢生命里宁静深邃的幽蓝，喜欢在绽放与凋谢中怀想岁月之外的人，想那些蓝色经典故事。
我喜欢怀念，喜欢追忆那些过往。我怀念那一望无际的秋水，怀念微风里飘着的暗香，我固执地以为别离还会重逢，相望定有相守，但华丽的转身经不起岁月的珍藏，那些感动终变成梦里濡湿心絮的事。
我喜欢清风吹拂，喜欢明月朗照，风起的时候，聆听时光的呢喃，撩人的月色下，怀揣单纯的盼望。在无数次眺望里，红粉花间舞，裙袂随风扬，风过后，吹落的是一地的寂寞。
我喜欢夜幕下这安静的调子，喜欢在长夜里为心点一盏灯。繁华落尽，夜色茫茫，我想谱一曲抒情的调子，再为你写一首长诗。待天明时，再来逐行逐段地检视，然后，慢慢删去每一个与你有着关联的字……