Iraqi humor

 Not long to smell like gone with the sound, perhaps in exchange for a dream life,
weather outside is thousands of years, years of wandering.
Tears asked flower does not say, Luanhong fly swing go. < br> How many times in the autumn, the meditation memories of color, dressed in exuberant volley from Yuet Wah,
wrongs yo light and shadow, the Ni Xia in the sky, rainbow in the sky, colorful clouds in the sky, children are heaven.
laughter can answer thousands of worry?
wine and song, sad flute and wind ensemble, the night wind blows.
just did a short stay, tree Xiaoxiao, Unspoken.
surging waves, power and name, dust and soil, cover the beauty of a handful of pure earth.
silent in view of flowers, watch the clouds fall from the clouds, flowers and flowers, just this predicament.
line to the water to the poor , sitting watching clouds from time to time.
no man has gone before and after but not to those who read a world of long, sad but Tixia alone.
the dust of the ups and downs, the international situation will become, maneuvers.
Tonight, I am in the fog Lan, the flowers and wake up between wood, read classical, Qingyin poetry,
carrying a classical Charm, smoke filled,
Yang Zhao an air of tea, but also swing into the a plume of notes,
entangled taste and smell, speech becomes fragmented,
ear with the little notes, walking in the wind,
long hair to float, pulled endless thoughts, flying in the stern of the the night sky. poet has to go, verse dying, there rhyme exist independently,
force winds down, means a temperamental predominance overflowing sky.
gorgeous spring, summer hot, autumn's chill and winter's cold, br> Mirror gradual decline in the roots of the soul still like bud,
after several twists and turns, but helpless to recall past events archive,
eventually fail to beat the conviction, still complain do not regret,
still laugh with uncertain and complicated chores and some text to fill the emptiness,
sentiment is still dark, Similarities, sigh.
are like a litter of roses in the morning, with a touch of sadness, quietly faded,
hiding in a fog, he served as our repeated calls, but finally silent.
night Arthur twilight forest, scattered fly, why would so easily fall into the dust?
not sentimentally attached to the West Lake south of the misty rain misty you?
scattered as the debris of a ground of vanity, though not coming from frost,
dust, has long been filled sounded.
Zhuangzi said, Montreal, glance, from Huifei into Ashes to Ashes.
span of two opposing powers, and finally crossing but that Tanchen love crazy.
not know what to say. the wind to make into a sigh sentence.
Shared HL still in full bloom, as dust scattered into the mud crushed.
who fall bonds of thought, the world will be the sand into several disputes?
Qingchou if bitter, still in a dream, that moment, I twist the petals of a broken hand.
keep looming and no regrets no regrets ray of the care,
laugh like that when lotus twist silk pleated back thousands,
until growing old in the mortal world.
the early morning with dew in the grass, surrounded by a twilight lights.
reduced to the passing and become a monk, only for the Iraqis seek.
What Iraqis?
missed the season, missed the flowers, the wrong At this point time and time
hurry, take a lot of beauty, even when we had a chance to experience some of the United States.
wandering butterflies, with a dream, wandering in the mountain and that mountain, city and between cities.
song came from the distant side, state of mind are the notes, the sky in the accompaniment. lost is lost feeling very old.
cold lump dense, light rain light cigarettes in the shade light turned into a gully in the air worries ,
Getting out of the window and elegant breeze, feel the years of heavy breathing,
I saw the time whistling away, leaving only dust all the way past the beautiful oblivion.
bring all the memory of young leaves, listening to a Call,
falling flowers, a Mixture season,
with joy and sadness in the hope and disappointment and white, life and Decline of adhesion.
this way, standing on the stage of life, a person,
hesitating Shuang Shuang autumn, animal husbandry and stood alone in the wilderness, distant flute hh Gangfeng cold,
I went for a superficial appreciation of the vision in the bitter taste.
reverie in solitude, forget where.
open red   Songs of small print to listen to the distant smoke curl ......< br> in solitude reverie
asked, can a misery