Ask whether you know, do you know,river goes to jun with pillow sleep.

Three "human speech the setting sun is the end of the world"

Hing to do late Dream beauty pro, when the setting sun end. The wind gradually clip a bit
cold, he put the coat, the small chair, sat in the yard.

The setting sun is reflected the sunset glow, with a sky. The birds
chirping, from time to time there is a deep artistic conception in the
wild wood Dream beauty pro.

Through the stone walls of the hollow out, whereas light
sprinkling on my face, my sights on the distant clump of trees, have
already can't see the original color, just with the blank to sway the
figure.

The glory of the sunset sunset, what a beautiful, what a fascinating
time. Just it is a dream, weak tea not cool, has the mid-levels.

"Hum... hum..." Loud horns pull up the story I look for the Yangtze
river. The boat Dream beauty pro ! Came to the bow, the split suffused with white flowers,
waves, and was rushed to the distance, left several piles of foam, and
then slowly disappear.

Look, jiang, jiang for yellow, green, sky is blue
white, that is the snow mountain glaciers at the end of a line. Around
the middle, forever is the sky and water, but left countless stories,
the legend of the road is endless. Against the wind, tread on the wave,
can't help reveal a few words of ancient poetry: a tender feelings "day
by day, have you noticed, drink the Yangtze river water", a heroic "the
great river east to go to, the wave depleted, eternal man"...

Looked at the sparkling waves, lost in my eyes, take away my thoughts.
Is that take a heroic posture of zhou yu, chibi war that blew jun; Is
that pride yun guan yu, have lost jingzhou flopped; Is the life the
indignation of the nanjing massacre, three hundred thousand red river;
Is the not afraid of life and death of revolutionary martyrs, million
mighty armies of defending the motherland across great river...

"Hum... hum..." This flute I dancing thoughts will pull back. As if,
after one thousand, the taste, look at all the life and death, all
everything is interpreted in the silent river.