Month is very beautiful, with hearts. Qing soft, touched by her eyes. Aroma plumes, secretly, madadayo tingting. The wind, gently spread down from the sky, sky, as if the thoughts of the flap. Beautiful scenery, carefree and happy.

Like me, the moon in the warm, and diffuse tenderness, and to lie deep in the clouds. Little stars, and was laughing at me, and how do you know, my young frivolous, naked QuQiang. The moonlight, morning glory in early autumn dew, pour out at its delicate and charming, hazy veil, boundless fragrance excitation valley. With a smile, I put it down, oblique inserted in the ear.