Butterfly in love with flowers, flowers in love with butterflies, flowers bloom half-summer, the world's fame bead curtains turquoise lock window sill.
Lonely threshold wild chrysanthemums, half a piece of sad smoke, empty valley orchids weeping dew, swallows flying away, pedestrians in a hurry. The cloth for fur coat, sunset curtain night cold, the wind asked the moon, the moon does not understand the world's sadness and hatred, do not know the pain of parting thoughts.
A trace of rain, accompanied by last night's west wind chill; a wisp of smoke, dreaming outside the soul of love; mountain a course, water a course, a river of autumn water, loaded with a marigold sadness; a trace of bitterness, the Department of the thousands of miles away from the mountains, the remnants of the land full of falling flowers sadness.
Another year of spring blossoms, the case for the study of the bitter boat, the wind and rain attacked the city, the mind flying down the Jiangnan. Shattered years, rain, snow, wind and frost blowing white head, to be the next year the winter winds go, kapok blossom Fen dust. Winter and spring to the slanting sun warm, branches of the remnants of the snow drops tears, fine water to see the spring flowers.
Autumn wind, flowers fade red, green leaves dark a few. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The red bean is born in the south, spring hair a few branches. 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 first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get a new one, and then you'll be able to get a new one. The river and the sky are one color, shaking the wind and rain pavilion, the night is pale, the end of the world, the proud shore of the sun and moon mountain, rising never fading reflecting the red mountains. Xiangjun is like the moon, Yiren is like the mist, Yiren is dancing in neon dresses and feathered clothes, and Jun is playing a flute. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the best products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that.
Window sill, a glass. The glass is sad, dripping tears, leaving a deep imprint; the wind and cold moon, drums and sheng blowing; green silk sleeve, wipe the tears; snow stained hair, Xiyanxie, looking forward to the spring; look at the end of the road, the eyes want to wear, looking forward to the return of the king.
In the sky, I would like to be a bird with two wings, and on the ground, I would like to be a branch. Male and female in the world, who would like to fly double, than the winged bird, hovering and flying; who would like to take root, Lian Li branch, climbed on the windowsill; sunset birds return to their nests, the moon breaks the sky; return to the swan is not tired of flying, the more thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of water; for whom the Izan is emaciated, the recruiting people look at the moon and sad; Izan tears like summer foam, phantom crushed tear drop injury; Izan, a Gu Gu pouring people, and then Gu Gu Gu pouring people, and then Gu Gu Gu country.
Tears wet cloth fur coat, rouge fragrance overflowing wall, colorful makeup and powder, other country men do boudoir sound full. The landscape is four fold, Yang Guan ancient road pale beauty, filtering sadness, broken thoughts a thousand times. The world often say that the mountain high water long dream and broken, the soul returns to his hometown, nowhere to talk about bleak. Xiao Xiao night rain, the number outside the smell of lonely travelers sad death, the countryside is nowhere to find. Cherish the parting sadness, bursts of bitterness, the farewell party, wine, shallow drink, the fate of the deep and shallow, to be together in the coming year, and the bluebird song as a companion. I want to send my love to the geese, and I want to send a letter to the south of the Yangtze River.
The court locked the sycamore deep how many? The wind and willow brush cooking smoke, a thin sand curtain as light as water, soft fingers touch, heart sadness countless heavy. The knife carves the sadness of the detained saddle, after the dusk of the sunset infinite red, the building high not see the end of the day, look off the countryside mountain rugged road. The wind and the rain swept away the madness of March twilight, cover the door and sob, full of gray hair to the dusk, have the heart to stay in the spring station, there is no way to reverse the equator of the change. Tearful eyes ask autumn flowers, when the first red, maple forest gradually red like February spring forest flowers, when the silence flowers do not speak. I do not say, the son does not speak, the evening wind to send the slanting sun.
Butterfly in love with flowers, flowers in love with butterflies, cocooning, holding back the pain, carrying the heartbreak. The eyes of the people are looking forward to seeing, the autumn water is no longer, the green mountain has been old, the green water has passed away, the people have been no longer. Twisting fingers counting, spring return to spring away, flowers bloom and fall, want to remove the clouds to see the autumn water, which know the sky and the world is nothing more than a dream, the feeling of eerily born in the sky. Grass and trees are sentimental, the night smoke and light residual illumination return to the dream. Time has no words, the years have no trace, and now who will be appendaged silence, the world of red dust light string broken, life hangs by a thread, can not look back to the past to stay in love with the place. Life is like a confluence of old dreams, singing to the wine, like flowers, like the sea of love, like water tenderness, displaced in the chaos of the flow of years. If there is no close friend in front of the road, the road is pointless but difficult to walk, tasteless, barren time. Today, people are not as deep as Liang Zhu double butterfly, thin love is like the blue wave of the river water far away, had sworn an alliance with the end of the unrepentant, and now the lonely fence with the view of the maple leaves yellow, the sunset face perished, people such as the emaciated yellow flowers.
Butterfly in love with flowers, flowers in love with butterflies, hanging around the green mound of dusk road. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time coming. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night.
The time has no words, no regrets.
The years have gone by without a trace.
The first time I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie.