Night the Chang'e flying wide sleeves, but get rid of Weaver words, not to himself: the color of love? ! What is it? Floating between the sky of love by those who work for the storm as conditions for the situation by the disturbance of the Extremely drunk after hearing their Editor.
Edward VIII, said: Love is red, thick, flowing, burning Simpson let my wife to give up the throne of my love is my heart hot, hot heart;
Lin said: Love is green, just like the Cong Bamboo tall and straight, green, but it can not stop the wind sword knife cream forcibly imposed martial law, she would gradually darken discolored;
Sanmao said: Love is yellow for me and Jose in sub in each other that long support those unforgettable romantic;
Pan said: love is black, whether it be falling in love with Wu Qing fell in love with, is to destroy the darkness to go beyond redemption;
said: love is white, is the Hua Qing Hot Spring snow skin that is the slope Mawei pear tree on the back of the neck that I put up a white towel Luo;
Eva said: Love is gray, it was feared that the loss of the two suicide of Hitler, Hitler is the love side of Hitler in the death of his wife to become the kind of gloomy days of frustration;
Yehe larantuka that said: Love is purple, is the Forbidden City in the face of people on the throne, is that everything is the key to satisfaction and noble.
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Chang understand that Weaver is blue love is in the blue sky of love that cut off her blue rivers, is the day that the annual Bridge.
That is what she is?
Chang silent, and she thought of Hou Yi, but she has completely forgotten that they love then what is the color. Liu Yuxi ears are still recite recite his verses more than a thousand years: regret stealing the elixir to Chang E heart every night.
Under the night sky, a woman is looking at the firmament, said: In fact, there is no color of love, love is in vain for the characteristic color of the primitive, simple flowers like small, light, distribution of the delicate fragrance of their own.
一日，嫦娥漫步到了织女的处所，发现织女仍在编织五彩缤纷的云锦，嫦娥问道：“多少年了，一直织着，你不觉得厌倦吗？”织女说：“不，我不觉得，我织的是对牛郎的思念，织的是爱情的颜色！”嫦娥木然片刻，悄悄走了。
夜寂，广寒宫内，嫦娥飞舞广袖，轻歌曼舞却挥不去织女的话语，不由喃喃自语：爱情的颜色？！那会是什么？天际间漂浮着的那些曾经为情所困为情所扰为情所醉的魂灵听到后开始了他们的絮语。
爱德华八世说：爱情是红色的,浓烈、奔放、灼热得让我为了辛普森夫人放弃了我的王位，爱情是我那颗滚烫、炽热的心；
林黛玉说：爱情是绿色的，就像潇湘馆那丛翠竹，挺拔、青葱，但也挡不住风刀霜剑严相逼，她会渐渐变黄变暗；
三毛说：爱情是黄色的，是我和荷西在撒哈拉那漫漫黄尘中彼此扶持相守的那些刻骨铭心的浪漫；
潘金莲说：爱情是黑色的，不管是爱上武松还是被西门庆爱上，都是走向黑暗走向毁灭走向万劫不复；
杨玉环说：爱情是白色的，是华清池那如雪的肌肤，是马嵬坡那棵梨树上挂上我脖颈的那条白色的罗巾；
爱娃说：爱情是灰色的，是害怕失去希特勒的两次自杀，是爱着希特勒傍着希特勒却在临终前才成为他的妻子的那种无奈灰暗的日子；
叶赫那拉·兰儿说：爱情是紫色的，是紫禁城中那张万人之上的宝座，是那主宰一切的满足与高贵。
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嫦娥明白，织女的爱情是蓝色的，是那蓝蓝的天际中那条隔断她爱情的蓝色的河流，是日日渴盼的一年一度的那条鹊桥。
那属于她的是什么？
嫦娥默然了，她想起了后羿，但她已完全忘记了那时他们的爱情是什么颜色了。耳边刘禹锡仍在吟诵他那吟诵了一千多年的诗句：嫦娥应悔偷灵药，碧海青天夜夜心。
夜空下，一位正在仰望苍穹的女人说：其实爱情是没有颜色的，爱情的本色是不着色彩的本原，像朵质朴的小花，淡淡的，散发着属于自己的幽香。