a piece of wood in the pink clouds of smoke

"Did not say anything, I said to myself it ..."
He looked up into the distance black scenery, sighed:
"Life is so beautiful ah."louis vuitton handbags 
I agree to go along and said:
"Yes ah, very good."
We just sit side by side in the Volga river, Ren Shiguang rush passage from night to sit dawn.
Volga river flow in the night like a black velvet band like flowing, and the sky echoes with the Galaxy, given a few big stars shine bright in the mysterious Youyuan night, we caught the fascination.
Clouds on the distant prairie showing a bright pink, sun goddess has been pulled open the door, showing such as the peacock-like beauty.
"Oh the sun is beautiful." Yi Zuoer without losing time to smile to himself.
Apple season is blooming, everywhere is a piece of wood in the pink clouds of smoke such as fog and with bitter aroma, every corner of the village is full of such fragrance, a unique kind of smoke before and also taste great baked washed talk about it.
Countless apple trees dressed in festive costumes, from the village has been extended to the field, as if to meet what the grand festival.
Spring breeze, Lang Lang tomorrow, restless people's mood, breeze swept flowers, flowers swaying gently rustled the sound bursts out corruption throughout the country is bright blue waters flooded, and blow Qi piece of ripples.
Ultimately, the beautiful night nightingale's song.louis vuitton outlet