●Deep in the clouds and smoke, Xu Xu Qing shadow, dream swaying. Drunken chanting listening to the wind, the solution to the rain, pouring night, drunken moon. The eyes are lost, like a bend of the clear spring ripples, a Xiao strings melodious. Moistened with the beauty of the clear, contains a light sadness, depicting the ramblings, engraved memories, whether it can be rolled to write a song of the heart of the rain moist and affectionate sound? Looking back to sigh speechless; through thousands of mountains, wading through thousands of waters, thousands of sails; when this condensation, pillow a music sky. A song of rhetoric a cup like a lotus, ask the wind with wine, drink all the dust.
●Dreams of flowers a few degrees of autumn, red face emaciated tears flow. The long-sworded green shirt the road to the end of the world, the ancient war horse hissing endlessly. The smoke and willow painting bridge cause love wrinkles, cover eyes dust sand floating shoulder worry. The moonlight puts out the wine, and the cold strings tell of the love of each other. The foggy smoke, the cold window, the candles and shadows of the years, the fragrance of the flowers, the sound of the zither, and the thin face of the lovesickness. The moon in the courtyard is broken, the jade pillow is sleepless, the pink tears are lost in the eyes, the white long sword, the twilight rolls the smoke curtain, the horse is far away from the end of the world.
●Spring rain over the green bridge, any melancholy light flotsam, lute a song, read the past as smoke, haunting, listen to the murmur of the sound of the heartbreak. A wisp of dream, dark fragrance floating. I am alone in the fence, curling sound, alone to find, rhyme, high mountains and flowing water. In the ancient and tranquil zither sound, not into the mortal world, a song of pipa language, heartbreak is always difficult to say. This is the only way to lock up your worries in the red dust and let go of the sentiments that are tied up in your life.
●Smoke and sand, sideburns stained with frost, the window of the night rain love longer. The embroidered couch is bleak, the lone shadow is despondent, the flower dream flows sadly. In the dream, the fog covered the silver light, the fall of the residual fragrance. The ancient path, the gentleman gazed at the sword, I tearful eyes soup. Autumn red flow, dust sand pale, long sword sounding pale, thin horse broken heart. I remember that Jun had said that the end of the world, never forget that red makeup, cold rain has not yet rested, flower wine but cool. The eyes of the drunken hate, the soul is confused, the appendix of the stream, the flower curtain dream cold.
●Stranger cold smoke, late fall gradually far away, leisurely heart, leaning lightly on the pavilion, alone taste a wisp of idle sorrow. The wind, sweeping down the yellow leaves, whisked up the dust, hooked up those about the wind and moon of the Chinese past. Can't remember how many times, a person leaning lightly on the pavilion, quietly looking out at the dome of the sky covered with lead color, gray sky, leaving a person with a dull depression. But in that moment, the worry is lightly spread, with a wisp of loneliness, a wisp of leisure, in the floating country wandering free thinking.
●That world, Jun long sword wailing, the end of the world broken, the ancient road grass barren, waving whip sand field. That year, Yi temple burning incense, closed eyes Hall of God, whispered praying for the sky, Mo lost Mo forget. City full of smoke and sand without words, Broken Bridge falling flowers have sound, how many years for Jun Yue Rong waiting, not before the flowers, not snow and wind and flowers. The mirror in front of the white clothes stained frost Hua, in vain to leave after the parting of the attachment. Painted bridge east wind, the piano rhyme elegant like a dream, bright eyes green pupils, meet know gentleman is always empty.
●Full of simple poetry residual half-queue words broken, three lifetimes of deep love, a shallow fate, and from now on, the gentleman waved his sword in the sand, the Secretary waiting for the thoughts. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes and a pair of shoes. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
The water flows from the river, and the flowers fall in the night rain, Houjun returned to the rest of the love. The sword in the sand field to try throat, red paper tears have not been collected, the face of the empty thin, heard the news of the sadness of the gentleman. The song of the pianoforte has broken the hook of the moon, dimming the night sky, the rhythm of the piano has caused the love wrinkles, sadness of the konghou, the sea of flowers, who gazed at the endless?
●Winter to stay in the snow does not feel cool, geese swept the red dust but left hurt. The cloud embroidered misty sky as a dress, moonlight and starlight on both shoulders. The skinny bones can hardly endure the frost after the snow, and the lonely soul only knows the fragrance between the dew. The liver and gallbladder dissolve the snow and wine penetrate the intestine, and a drop goes into the heart of the ice and silt cavity. It's hard to sleep at night, and the words are so cool. Think carefully, tears into lines, how frivolous, all because of capricious behavior. Wave your hand and leave the wind, tomorrow morning, tread the waves across the dust of death. I've been thinking about it for years, and I've been thinking about it for thousands of feet.
●The music of the sky is far away, and the lights are off, so I'm thinking about the moonlight. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services of the company. The Demoiselle's arm is pulled, the boat is carried away from the whirlwind, the stars are dotted with blue ink Chu, the diffraction of the bleak sleep at night.
●A cup of text swaying city, shallow listening to the rain. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money. The corner of the end of the world look back to the half-open lake on the string. Blue, cloud, clear. Wind chimes dance lightly behind the house as butterfly smoke dingtong layer of fog, silk folding diffuse ethereal monologue, into a dream. The heart of the hand holding warm, leisurely tasting the moon under the quiet quiet. A seasonal wind surging through the soul of the spirit of the sky, cloud waves, sitting on the Shu Shu vegetarian language. Dust, brush the sleeve, under the clear moon, shallow around the palm of the season.
●Rouge stained the sleeve edge of the plain white Tianhua satin embroidered plum, a little red sky. The night rains have begun to break, the sound of flowers falling lightly, haunting the drunken puddle of clear moon. The moon walks near the window, melting a room of light, soft to enjoy the quiet. At that moment of inadvertent indulgence, the flowers have fallen into the case, into the ink into the fragrance, the end of the pen lightly ... years later, the flowers bloomed and thank you, plain and clear still.
Who makes the floating world to identify, the axis of the strings to listen to the light song Nong mourning red face, continue to play low. I want to think of three thousand weak water, rouge and water powder soft incense should be hate unlimited, long sigh. When the Shang Wang Yuan, inside and outside the dark wave of ups and downs only to get I than shoulder, silent people scattered. Two places in the autumn leaf chaos, desert Mingfei Wenji string said the old garden, night and day cold. Even though the green history of the annihilation, the style of Hua does not change the monument without words from the intention to see, Sentimental Zetian. Three Fu Ziwei Hall, know for whom alone to guard the spring breeze full of western mountains, cut.
●Long love blue appendage shadow, hibiscus autumn water when open. The red face of the condensation of dew to learn to cry. The cloud bun is curling up the slender branches. The rain and the smoke are in accordance with the former time, the frost bushes are like the old fragrance. I'm not sure who I'm going to get drunk with, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get back to you. Last year's guests under the flowers, now like butterflies fly. The charming fairy flowers understand the language, light spring willow can sleep. In the depths of the jade building, in front of the beautiful window, I dreamed of the night of the fragrant grass, and sang a song. I dreamed of the night of the fragrant grass, and sang the song of the falling plum sky. The water in the Shenshui is thickly smoked with embroidered covers. The water is so thick that it smokes the embroidered covers, and the sunlight is so light that it drinks from the golden boat. The green and the red are so small that you can feel sorry for them. I'm not sure how easy it is to get rid of the clouds, but I'm sure it's as easy as the moon.
●However, the goddess of the pretty Ruoxi, containing the yin and yang of the decorative. The best thing about this is that it's a jadeite. Her image is matchless and her beauty is limitless; the place name of Mao Qiang is not enough to program her; Xi Shi covers her face and has no color compared to her. Her appearance is rich and plump, and her face is moist and jade-like. Her eyes are bright, beautiful and visible. Eyebrows are raised by moths, and the lips are like dan. The quality of dry solid Ruoxi, Zhi Xie Tai and body leisure. The first thing I want to do is to get out of the house, and I'm going to be able to get out of the house.
●The wind is like water, the silver man is far away, crossing the dream of a magpie bridge. The dark fragrance, the courtyard is small, begging for the moon to invite each other. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get the best out of you, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get the best out of you. I'd like to drink a goblet of wine, it's hard to get a good time, and I'd like to get drunk. The lights are like rain, and the fireworks are like a flower, so it's always easy to grow old. In the shadow of the sycamore tree and the night of the weaving cow, I am lying down to watch the present day. I am going to make a tray of toadstools to wrap around my green threads, and I am going to pay a visit to the moon to beg for the moonlight. I will worship the moon again, but it is hard to tell my heart, so I will find a place to search for it by stroking the brocade string. The clouds drifted by on the east side of the river, and the shepherd's flute was far away on the west side of the river.
●The battle of Qingming, the peach blossom fan. The old court is still remembering the night of parting. The wind shakes the leaves, and the two feelings are separated. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it. The Nunnery, as in the flower family? Abandon the sea oath shark pearl pan. White folding fan, Zhu Dan Man, peach blossom still, vegetarian silk red splash. Broken, broken, broken.
●Fangguo Bi flow warblers fly agar, Guanshan thousands of miles of love. The moon is lost in the building, rendering the Yao court, soft heart built into the fragrance of hundreds of flowers. The light as a dream twilight oblique fragrant willow, light smoke painting screen green water small zither. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on the next level. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this. The dark fragrant sleeves, stained with blue marks, gazing at the magnolia flowers. Butterfly dance flakes, green door to drink, a cup of light sorrow wine, drunken Acacia willow.
●You are more than eye to eye, lingering look at each other. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the other side of the room, and you'll be able to see the other side of the room. I'll be able to bring my ducks to my heart. I'm so happy to see you, I'm so happy to see you. It's hard to talk about what I'm thinking. The orchid and the laurel are fragrant, the tortoise ages and the crane lives. I will be with you for a long time. A cavity full of feelings, the zither half of the month, looking alone, the seer, the cold wind piercing the heart, hidden pain, singing to the wine, tears scattered dreams of the Yellow Springs, the ink, floating moonlight song, butterfly language leisurely, carrying the intention of the ghost.
●Dancing with a shallow cup of drunken wind, the dawn clouds and the moon in the blue fall. The eyes of the fluffy and confused look, the point of red in the green bushes. Last night, the golden bottle of wine, Hongjiu laughed and laughed, and at dawn, hungover, embracing the qin, stroking the flute, lying on the shore of the lake, and regardless of the wind; this morning, hazy wake up, vaguely beautiful people dancing, red, dancing, flying, stepping on the clouds, laughing in the lotus, and it seems to be a dream, not a wake-up call.
●Red face short, dust hard to break. The moonlight shadow is intoxicating, and the mist is so light that it stirs up the heart. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on your own. The lone shadow leaning on the window looking at Sheng cold, I combed the old age injury, the heart is difficult to tell the lock heart, to the day only cold moon cool. Who and I, *** pity Iren dust in the sadness? The red dust of ten thousand feet deep into, force exhaustion voice no one pity. The screen is broken and the night is long and the depression is short, and the sadness and happiness is old. I'm not going to write about it, but I'm going to get drunk on white paper, and I'm not going to write about it, and I'm not going to write about it.
●Life is short, why hate? I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. The most important thing to remember is that you should be able to see the world from the perspective of the people who live in it. The rich and wealthy is difficult to grow, the fame is useless, warm sun melts the ice and snow. Look away and see through, why do not you need to fight to be a hero? The flowers are withered, next year is still fighting for hair. Old friends and clouds are difficult to meet again, dreaming of fireflies. Since the fall of the red dust, the vicissitudes of life, turned into a frosty hair. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
●green wormwood, Acacia wine, a night of dreams less; see this day, drunk last night, but see the red face smile. The most important thing to remember is that you have a lot of feelings, and all of them are disturbed, and you have a lot of disappointment; and you have a lot of worries, and you have a lot of laughs, and you have a lot of love for the moon. Today, I sigh at night, reunited for a long time, a world of love is difficult to break; to the nine heavens, the layer of cloud movement, indifference to the empty feelings. The sand, the dew condensation, the birds speak early in the morning; the pine is strong, the love is like the world, laugh lightly to cause the red dust.
●Watch the world rise and fall, sigh the red dust hidden disappearance, the dust of the past, scattered like smoke. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at the whole thing, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at the whole thing. I came here in search of a dream, stepping on a clear water. With the elegant rhythm of silk and bamboo, I step on the song and walk. With the color of the years, leisurely tasting the plum and bamboo, looking at the wind and clouds, listening to the bells and drums, I sleep on the qin. Smell the fragrance of poetry, chanting the wind and moon, dreaming of God. Rolling a curtain dream, my heart fly with the dream. There is a song in my heart, and it flows and turns.
●The soft intestines of the ring, the thoughts of the appendage. A pear blossom white, knitted eyes look forward to, lotus steps, if the butterfly dancing, exquisite flowers, like the moon quietly Xian, fine Wan Qian Qian, as if from the ancient ink fragrance in the deep love to come. Lotus skirt, step dew light song. A handle of plain paper umbrella, light and curly, thin waist willow swing, warm as orchids, like Galan, step on the dusty water and moon of the soft, graceful standing in the rainy Jiangnan. At that time, the spring color is continuous, the rain falls. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
●There is a piano with seven strings, the horn feather Gong Shang. The heart is in harmony, playing the phoenix. What I'm drawing from Ruoxi is to fly down and soar. Regulus is the land of the gods, and it has no boundaries. When I think of the future, I think of the future, I think of the future, I think of the future, I think of the future, I think of the future, I think of the future. The final song of the finger falls and the sound swells. The seven strings of the song are sounding, and the sadness of the sadness is still there.
●The green shirt is far away, the smoke and waves are sad, the willow can not be folded. The Song Dynasty poetry line, looking for a green lotus, Lingbo shore, the water photo, only the love of the old. Who is the woman who sings with condensation injury, if the green lotus, withered away. Hibiscus face singing hibiscus song, voice reads white, now the morning gloomy, long shallow rhyme, like other years lingering. The rain falls in the flowers, flowers fall Jun do not know, lotus heart full of old things, in vain, until the heart withered. The look back, no dependence on each other, lotus is confluence. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and then you'll be able to see the world.
●Glue
eyes, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the language of flowers and pavilions, if the remote depths of the water and clouds, between the illusion of the ancients interpretation of ten thousand kinds of flavors, the ancient color of the ancient people cloud ancient scenery in the mind of the quiet flow, a graceful and meticulous elegance of a curling lightness of the drift. Shove a branch of sentimental maple red, the soul of the sad words of love, unloading all the sadness and joy in the world, holding up your gentle hand, snuggling with your broad shoulders, do not ask for the three worlds, do not ask for the marriage, butterfly than wings.
●Sinking Pavilion, the spring breeze peony, a window of wanton not employed in the acacia, like the lights at the end of the water-colored rouge, gently play such as a dream of Jiangnan, a pair of smoky haze charming eyes soft like the spring breeze, run as if the rain dew willow eyebrow fine description of this bend of the love of the ghost, the two swallows returned to the strangers can be met? If you don't understand the language of flowers, who are the flowers entwined with? A vein of weak love, delicate stretching, sweet if the flow of clear up, soft intestines back to the ring, thinking about the appendage, a pear white, knitted eyes look forward to the Lotus Steps Shan.
● Thousands of rivers have water, thousands of rivers, thousands of miles without clouds, thousands of miles of sky, the wind is slow lotus far clamor noise, hibiscus like face. The flowers of the pond are falling against the shadow, the tears of the candle are flowing towards the heart, the moonlight of the night is splashing, and there is no sadness for the autumn before it comes to other places. The wind is brimming, the clouds and water are smiling, and I am laughing at the moon's shadow pouring over the water. The summer has passed in the blink of an eye, and it is time to listen to the wind and rain in the fall, and say goodbye, without ever looking back. I want to send colorful paper and ruler, the water is far away from the mountain will meet, the wind slow lotus pond to send incense far away, love on earth, have the fate to see you again.
●Night snow dash, floating like a falling feather, a piece of a piece, blooming in the Tang poetry and Song Dynasty in the quiet beauty of the rhyme. The mist is dense, the moon is hidden, tanyumei raccoon snow, whisked down a song of the spirit of the chorus, stacked rhyme, will be the ancient tenderness written into the snow petals at the moment a flower. Tiredly rely on the window looking at the Qiongying, heart word **** who poured? Hand light frost test plum makeup, caress a song of sound slow, quietly listen to the sparse hedge smoke and rain sing through the drunken flower shade, roaming to see the long days of light clouds to play but phoenix xiao yin.
●Hand twisted red paper, locked eyebrows, infinite sadness, difficult to send. The kite is broken, the fingers curling, the jade column oblique fly silk broken heart song, the grass color a blue cold smoke green, spring mountain eyebrow low. A thousand miles of road, clouds, a moon veil, icy muscles and jade bones. Candle shadow shaking red, slightly drunken west building, begonias fall, the water is soft. Cold strings and sentimental, smoke and rain pouring out of the city, a wisp of immortal sound, drifting misty smoke wave riverside. Who saw the beautiful lonely wet lapel, empty season of lotus pining.
●The moonlight is hazy, and the bamboo shadow is shaking outside the window. The starry eyes are sparse, and the wind is blowing in front of the house. The green sleeves of the Hunan skirt, sitting alone in front of the pool. The ancient zither is played with a pure hand, and the sound of the zither is like a painting. The sound of the zither is like a painting, a volume of beautiful scenery; the sound of the zither is like a poem, dense humor and elegance; the sound of the zither is like a tear, sliding down a wound; the zither heart is worried, reflecting the moon, the water curls and swings, floating broken pool of lovesickness. Abandon the piano to return, the cold moon into the window.
●Running water, the heart rhyme leisurely, falling flowers in the court, the dark fragrance of the sleeve. I'm not going to be able to get a lot more than that, but I'm going to be able to get a lot more than that. The graceful and bright rhythms in the charming ò white and flawless heart lotus, let a water tune gently flowing, quietly spread, in the thin as Canyon wings on the plain paper soaked, and then soaked ......
● A touch of rouge, a sweet, a wisp of fragrance. A vein of Jinsei, a dream of the city, a few dark sadness, such as a charming, stroking a song of flowers and condensed smoke, pouring the city of a thousand years of a song of fragrance. The Lanting stage road, pretend to be calm convergence step, recluse time and space, who is in the quiet sigh? I'm not sure if I've ever been to a place where I've had a good time, but I'm sure that I've had a good time. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you.
●Ren in the pond, the water lotus fragrance, lush sludge, to raise its fragrance! Not for the wind shaking, not for the rain hiding, let you come and go, keep my sky Lang. This is not tainted, bright and open, dirt and clean respectively, in my what harm? I don't want to be in love with the high color, and I don't want to be hurt by the low color! The moon is full and the heart of heaven is full. The moon is full, the heart of heaven is full, and I realize the splendor of this chapter. I am at ease with my waist and body on the sandbar, and the floating clouds reflect the blue waves. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.
●Plum
Borderline drunk, Nanke dream shock. The wind is blowing at night, the clouds are breaking the moon, the shadows are lightly made up and the plums are fragrant, trailing in the dark. When you look at the time, the green bird with the painting, green tea contains poetic feelings. The wind is blowing, and the ink is being washed away. The sky is the limit, once model, engraved in the spring and autumn into the volume chapter. The wind is clear and bone proud, calmly, laughing and hair flying. Sipping the pear blossom snow, the luminous cup turns, chanting and singing the year of the song of the golden strand. In the search, a chant and a sigh, immortalized into the immortal record of style and splendor.
●Half a lifetime of love, the sand between the fingers. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The tears are speechless under the swing, and the flowers are flying in the morning and the flowers are flying in the evening. The dream is broken at the end of the world. I'm not going to be able to get the best out of it, but I'm going to be able to get the best out of it. The wind is also by it, the rain is also by it.
● Butterflies around the green river, so the people of the South Mountain, flower pity pity people flowers also drunk, people strangers different paths people have died, a few love into butterfly dreams, fluttering residual flowers into the mortal world, infatuation such as butterflies, memories such as flowers, butterflies according to the flower, flower pity people, people have gone, flashy indifference, the only rely on the flowers to sleep. Thoughts like a rainbow, seven colors can be overflowing, ask the butterfly dream when to return, Tanabata color bridge under the flowers drunk, pacing intoxicated people have died, flowers under the tears, a few love.
●The moment, touring the ancient garden, picking the fragrance, laughing at the grass to add new makeup. The wind on the strangers, invite literature and pen pals, make 10,000 poems, zither, chess, calligraphy and painting, drink a thousand pots of wine, and watch the willow drunken sunset. The paths are quiet, cut the red love, cut the green, warbler singing and swallow dancing, the heart is quiet, the shadow is moving.
●Flick a finger cozy, pushed open the heavy door of a touch of thought, with memory and thoughts, in the depths of the season, looking for thousands of landscapes. The peach blossom, the dust and mist, skeleton case, the ink is not dry, red paper small words, tell all the lovesickness, all about your past, about your fragments, such as the ancient poetic rhymes in the joyful prose, quietly fell into the scattered lines of the poem, the word hesitant, line line as such, y engraved in the bottom of the heart.
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The dawn wind dispelled the moon, shaking fingers falling flowers, beauty drops rouge tears, heroes urge broken hearted sadness, smile sweetly, against thousands of flashy, drowning in three thousand, I only take a dipper, whose hand, for me to play off the armor on the frost, whose ambition, scourge of my world, and whose sword, cut off ten thousand sections of the wind and splendor. Cohesion of all the thoughts, sent in front of the Buddha in the next life to convert, for you to wait for that shallow fate. The night is clear and secluded, sighing green reserve dawn.
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Fine silk Bijou, take a few handfuls of fine water flow. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. Wet red hate ink shallow seal title, want to solve the tears filled with eyes. The wind sends a hundred turns of tenderness, pen to send thoughts in the heart of the ghost. I'm so sorry to hear that, but I'm not sure who I'm going to be able to get away with it. The new moon shines like a hook on the west tower, the pillow is sleepless, and the night color is clear and cold. The night is so cold and clear. The old promise of a flatboat ......
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Full-moon flowers, the wind shakes bloom, a round of cold moon marigolds, have yellow leaves fly, drunkenness and dreaming, the red tears of vermilion sand, condensing rain on the moon, dust pouring wind, the heart of the Silk Jade flowers, cold flowers, autumn corn, do not see the three inches of the eyes, alone on the west building, the star language, star lamps are filled with The starlight is full of light. It is difficult to warm up the face, and it is difficult to double the single shadow. Fiddle a thousand songs, thousands of mountains, graceful flower shadow ......
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Few things in mind, ask the flower no words. Who sends the breeze to the bright moon, empty guards of the capital buried flowers chant. The first time I met you, the plums first crushed the dust, Jiangnan's smoky rain is green. A pure white delicate snow paper, such as flying flowers and smoke, gently knocking on the door of each other's hearts. Thousands of years of deep alleys, the wind back to the bamboo language, the pink twenty-four bone umbrella under the shadow of the slight illumination of a glimpse, just like the return of the old man. From now on, the heart warm love, September, love.
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The moon shines in the deep yard, the path of the people have not yet. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the past, and then go back to the past. The moon is still silent, and my fingers are flourishing, but I can't finish playing the song. The sky is silent, Cindy is alone, the light is soft, the love is flowing, the despair is haunting, urging the tears to come down, the icy tear drops, cool through the heart. Silent night flowers cold, birds murmur, soft breeze dazzle the heart of a petal.
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The night is a time of trouble, throwing mottled shadows. The wind through the window, with a hint of cool, messed up a strand of long hair. The silk dotted with fog dew, fluttering, scattered. Under the moon cycle, like a dream, lightly stepped on the half-moon of the cold, keep a world of clear, hand double back, light move step, sitting alone in front of the mirror weary of combing makeup. The warmth and coolness of the vegetarian, faceted, carved a paper monologue. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
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South Mountain, a separate song, a love affair, pearl curtains autumn blowing, brocade water lily, September dust, rouge tears red. Thin face, fat poetry, a song of guzheng yin xuan early spring month, full of poetry, qin dipper with manna such as flowers, if the water is three thousand, but also only to take a dipper to drink, light hold Song lyrics, Qingzhao jade inkstone, snow shadow lonely, peach blossom, heart window cold, addicted to incense, qin Qing full of drunkenness. Yin Yin dash, purple smoke curls, the dance under the moon drunken breeze ......