Southern wind, helpless cold, flowers withered, smoke and rain building, lovesickness sadness, inch intestines broken, tears empty flow, a world of mistakes, the sea of love indifference, the heart of lovesickness, tender tears, blossoms helpless to understand the west wind tears, love without destiny, drunken eyes to see, the Izumi is far away, the dark hurt soul, love is difficult to stay. Red dust dream, blossom without fate wrong, a world of love, waiting for a person, wrong idea, the wind do not miss, people withered, night sleepless, heart emaciated, the song is still, the dream is broken. The parting sorrow, the heart hate, the fool tears, hanging alone.
The night is cool, the moon is like a hook, the lights are still on, the fireworks are confusing and make people sad. The first thing you need to do is to take the hand of the person you are talking to in your dream. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Sleeves, ambiguous scattered, singing, leaning alone on the west tower, looking at the bright moon, hanging alone in the sky, language all eyes, who knows I think. I can't help but look down and see the horizontal boat, the wind is no wave, miss no boundaries, do you know in your dreams? A thousand past events have been swirling around in my heart. The heart is also cold where the hurt is over, and the messy red is drenched in frost. The face of a woman is in a glass of wine. I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it to the next stage. It's hard to stay. The green mountains and distant water, ten thousand miles of lonely clouds, broken Hong cries chirping. You know who knows, helpless flowers fall, bitter in the painting swim ......
Month light, wind clear, a song of the ancient lute, floating acid in this life's love; a pot of wine, erase the past affairs of the heart; a pool of wind and splendor, twisting mottled years, the past into ink, flowing fingertips; with a vein of clear water, engraved into a smile of sweetness, light to see the wind and clouds; sitting in the depths of the years, the sound of the heart composed into a Sitting in the depths of the years, the sound of the heart will be composed into a wisp of heavenly music that cleanses the dust, dancing out a world of love. This shore, the other shore; this end, the other end. Thoughts come in the night, drops of flow in the sea of the moon, have fallen full into the empty night, silk sound engraved marks, all the time collision in the heart of the stupid, tears overflowing eyes, quietly flow down, like a string such as sobbing and complaining.
Singing to the wine, no one asked, silent night into lovesickness, difficult to wave a strand of love, lovesickness carved bone, no one to continue to write, then what? Only the wine drink the west wind, the red murmur of the wind and moon broken heart, the residual flowers dance messy end of the world. The past, a trace of sadness, a little bit of thoughts have become ash, the so-called lingering sadness, as if that a trace of plain dress elegant, in love with the old charming painting eyebrows; only to carry wine hairpin flowers clear crazy things, the years fell sad sigh drift, night to dream magpie fairy, sprinkled with a land of longing, cut thin bend of the moon, the number of leaping in the eyes, strands of love. Wake up has been a thousand lines of tears; this a dazzling prosperity, the curtain after the lead washed out of the flow of years.
Tonight, the wind light rain cover, rendering a few cool; step broken moonlight, let the past fly, sprinkled on each string, touching the sound of the voice as a complaint; remote finger curtain outside the dark incense, solo a world of enunciation; shallow clear eyes, through the several degrees of spring and autumn? The slanting sun and grass, a song of shallow tears, a song of tenderness ...... smoky rain, light thoughts, cloudy lamp, singing the sadness and happiness; thoughts of flotsam in the air, trembling with the wind; the flow of years disorientation, who's flamboyance scattered who's lapel? Finger years, lingering flow into a thin sorrow, hidden in the corner of the night, fell full of light sadness, spilling the silence.
The wind is blowing, the night is cool, the trees are swaying, and the melancholy is aroused. The flowers and shadows, the moon point wave heart. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the sky, the color of the sky, and the color of your eyes, and the color of your eyes. Gazing at the starlight, lightly counting the falling red pieces. Evening breeze, dark fragrance floating. Close your eyes, breathe gently, the fragrant breath into my dreams, floating with the heart, a thousand thoughts. Who knows that the flowers fall red dust, dreaming but spring ...... look back between, last night's dream has been broken, how many tears, helpless fall heart?
Drinking alone, a can of drunkenness how to beat the lingering thoughts. I'm just waiting to listen to the piano in the ear, the past is sinking and floating, stained red eyes. The wind has risen, the piano dust flying, disoriented the front. The green silk is in disarray, the thoughts are flowing, and the person is clear. The slender shadow is like a dream, beautiful eyes with love, smile intoxicating, plain hand light dance. Soul holding ...... people obsessed ...... strings broken ...... dreams awake ...... floating dust to the ground. The piano is still, the song has ended, red incense broken, leaning on the flower mound, people alone drunk ...... a curtain dream wave the end of the world, sentimental obsessive, people laugh at obsessive, always feel the red dust strangers, the heart from the drifting a few degrees of spring and autumn, a thousand bitterness, v. With whom?
Fang Hua if flowing water, dream a few dissipation. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm talking about, and that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it. This love is unchanging, only to stay in love with the belly! This love is difficult to stay, drink alone bitter full cavity! The long road of life, bitter love love, but the sky does not know what people want, and what to do? Just wait quietly and silently, let the days pass in silence, keep a curtain dream listening to the rhythm of the rain, a wisp of sadness in the wind of the shallow cool. The spring is warm, the wind is soft and the scenery is beautiful. Willow curtains hanging silk, blue water agar flowers into a thousand words into the pen every beating notes, the slanting sun warm clouds outside the matter, dark cover Shaohua, a wisp of Xiaoxiang cloud dream depths, a string of past events, will be full of imagination into a song of poetry chanting.
Leaning alone on the window pane, closed eyes, quietly reverie. From the goodbye, remember to meet, a few clutch, the end of no fate, this life wandering youth passes, poor tonight bright moon empty, pen down words difficult to become, think how want, tears no regrets, don't be a full moon has gone, the heart is still in, hate no sound, a song of the river alone, scattered sadness is not good enough to say. How much hate, with the flowing water, a lift of the gold cup empty to the moon, a wisp of the night appendage, and the Qingning get, drunken dream tsunami moon madness, the dust of the strangers know who it is, it is years of snot and tears edge of the sadness?
Looking back, in the past, the stranger flowers like brocade, this time the small building to listen to the wind, the love of the Iren alone sad, only rely on the moon to send the sadness of the dream drunkenly guarding the red dress tears. Empty strokes the zither, sound, such as sobbing; pen depicts, green flowers fall, step sound prosperity fall a night; heart not to be, wild geese back to the hall, messing with the sad incense a touch of residual. Pen into a lack of love easily into death, the edge of the stranded, want to put the love of words bleak. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, so I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.
Pity the world, flowers are not flowers, remember the water cold, drunk not song, others laugh, carnival sad dance. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it in a few minutes. Grinding thoughts, in the rice paper into a painting, the ink color dyeing, the depths of the eyebrow sadness vague. The fragrance of going to be the light to wipe a piece of ink and water in the gaze of the gods. A curtain like a veil of mind, delicate finger touch, thin as a cicada wing, floating as a butterfly clothes, curling dense ink blossoms, points are condensation death.
The millennium a cycle, strangers in the red dust intoxicated whose eyes? The extravagant and prosperous world has stained who's yesterday? From love to love, love to miss, mountain a journey, water a journey, wind a more, snow a more, "despondent color clouds fly, blue fall know how?" I don't see the Acacia flower, leaning on the Acacia tree. "Acacia dream, dream of acacia, acacia bitter, bitter acacia, soul haunting dreams, gathering and scattering two yi yi yi. The love that traveled through time and space, waiting for a thousand years of Acacia, accidentally lost in the Naiho Bridge. On that day, the other side of the flower blossomed, the river of forgetfulness, the stone of three lives fell. Confused, stunned by that glimpse, fell into that glance, waiting for that lifetime.
There are a lot of people in the world who would like to know more about the world, but I think it's a good idea for them to know more about the world and the world. The only reason why you feel a review, so that I often think about the morning and evening. After turning around, gently shaking off the dust, leaving the unpleasantness to the years, the simple to their own, in the peace and quiet, looking for a secluded place, so that in the Zen forest, chanting a curtain of spring breeze elegant meaning, a song of curls around the sound of the dust, pregnant with a light ink poetic, a wisp of the fragrance of the far, passing snow shallow, spring, smile deep. A leaf bloom a pursuit, a flower bloom a world, a lifetime of love for a person. The past is like a cloud like a dream, a thought of the heart quiet, forget the red dust.