Reading see tired, I am on the stairs to the corner, far away from the sun to see. I do not know is also the end of days or sea.
Piaoguo to the wind a while Qingxiang, You You come, in the heart long and boring. A lot of cool-headed immediately, I am excited with eyes looking for: This is an orange-ah! I like to hear most is the smell! Where is it? » With the house only between Pine Hill, on both sides of the room is peach, apricot, persimmon, fig, no citrus ah. Think about is, Citrus Health Southland, how the North will be » I can smell the very real that I infatuated with the atmosphere.
Is he is far from the home of the Piaolai » It would be the only dream. Who is not the kind of flower pots in the flowering of the kumquat, the owner of carrying out the sun » The wind and I immediately rejected this assumption. The wind is blowing from the mountains, I live the closest to the house of the mountain.
I quietly stood on the warmth of the sun, slowly Roufeng of waiting for the next Yilvyouxiang's arrival. If he existed, I would smell him. Just as Ran, he also drive home from the Changfeng Juyuanpiaolai, drilling in my nostrils.
I am out of the courtyard, searching has been found on the road outside, or found no traces of orange trees. Neighbors in the outside laundry, I asked her: "Who are citrus trees nearby?» "She said:" have never seen. "But I smell a Nalvyouxiang, has been Piaojin my mind, ransacking the brain He ditch gully.
I do not find, I would like to palygorskite Youxiang This is not to spend more than trees. This is the fragrance Mizui atmosphere is the soul of flowers. I know that the Orange Ruyu Naduo white flowers hiding somewhere on the watch, for me to tell Anxiang. I do not need to find him, I sent that as long as he Lvlvyouxiang, the fragrance-cool cool atmosphere.
However. Flowers, I understand that you are the source of incense, I know that you watch, do not have to it. loaded container loaded containers warehouse empty container
