Huan time if Jianlian

Opened one verse, my mind unconsciously break free the shackles of life, swam the river to time.
Vicissitudes of life between the two sides have China and the United States, such as the bloom is brilliant rose, blossoming enchanting. I hold your breath, afraid to miss any of a fragrance, but also afraid of history lost and found accidentally stabbed a finger injury.
At the moment, a lonely, chilling song, follow Shuiguang rippling wave Yan, Youyuanerjin, again gently: "Mountain ki, Jun Nong shall die, for whom independent living facilities? Huan if Jianlian, the coffin for the Shannon Open. "
A simple verse, "Huashan ki", across time, shaking people's minds.
Song to the effect that the Southern Song Dynasty, a scholar from the Mountain ki to Yunyang, occasionally a woman, from Xiangsichengzai, the last lingering illness, last words to be buried in the Mountain side. Then his family came to Hua Su foot of White Horse car suddenly pull carts cattle could no longer refuse to forward, here is the original home of a woman scholar in love. Women's heard this out, met a scholar coffin, softly Please wait, and then back to room, toilet, shower, and finally singing "Mountain ki" dress out. Coffin tumbling from, Huashan leap the woman, not out.
Flowers of thousands of the world situation, there is a call my God. Your life martyrdom to me, I will take your life also.
Love is not the slightest Youyi calmly, and even strong, inside and outside are the chivalrous style.
He is her favorite, she is his joy, as long as anything is with pleasure, and even death.
Thus, she became full of sad calm, actually pleasant for Shared grief from solved, mouth corner can not help but reveal a smile, hastily as he went.
She as only Thorn Birds, from the moment leave the nest, has been looking for the thorn, until that way, would the rest to himself headlong into the longest and most sharp thorns, branches, one in the wild and singing.
"Huan If Jianlian, the coffin open for the Shannon.", She sang with emotion toward the coffin, finally beyond the pain, sincere songs have eclipsed all of the lark.
A unique song, the music and life verse.
People have Looking back, the whole world to listen, even God has bent smile ......
Curtain in the wind moving the trance, the thinking woman's tragic Huashan, I pity endless.
She blossoms such as Mo, show a ray of deep feeling in the world, people love no, do not put too low.
Mirage of love does not prevent it's beauty admired to this day and craving.
From ancient times, history turned a page after page, only in feelings never change, some long been a little off.
Although it is a materialistic age, pure love as many people do not expect the myth. However, there are always some people still like lotus heart, eager to find a soul and the soul, moments and moment fit so well, then, living in marsh mud to jointing, the wind cry ......
Oars come and go, caught a photo film, who in the early dusk when rowed away, hands will be more than a plum?