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In May, it rained heavily, weeping willows were slender, and tired birds did not return. What time are you coming back? The porch closes and flies, and the flute blows! Rivers and mountains are thousands of miles away, and they are weaker than people. Hand in hand, the sunset is late, and it follows. Pear blossoms bring rain and tears, and the wind blows over the heart. Half-life fate floats across the clouds, boiling rain and fragrant cooking! When the mountain flowers are blooming, the word "year" has been returned a thousand times. Mo Yan is worried about taste and bitterness? ? Drunk, high mountains and flowing water pour cups! Sighing sweet boudoir, silent and tasteless. ......
Like faint pure music, my heart swims with the music and avoids the torture of noise. They say time is like a song, but which one is me? Silent as a picture, content with calm, no scenery in my eyes. Coffee can't be drunk, just like a weaned child, which has a stinging feeling and won't leave. My brother told me to soak the medicine in water as tea, so I did, and I listened to him as long as it was good for my health. For example, the woman in this painting has never touched water and heard of lotus flowers. In the barren world, the gray sky is full of clouds. I like walking slowly with an umbrella on rainy days, and touching the warmth hidden in the thin and cool room with my fingers makes me sentimental. If the wind blows, is it you? You said that the eyes of the moon are mine, and the kiss of the wind is the fire in your heart. I was as quiet as a Buddha, but my heart was gone. I fell asleep and cried in my dream. It hurts! You gave it to me. ......
People you like don't appear, people who do don't like it, and loneliness gradually becomes a habit. The night will also be uneasy, vaguely at a loss, the deepest darkness and sadness are spreading, and I look up for fear of igniting tears. A person's loneliness is a kind of ice cold, and loneliness is accompanied by the sadness and drunkenness of the full moon. The more time I have, the more I feel that God is making things difficult. My heart tossed and turned, and the pain began to flood! Listen, I still miss you.
Tear off three feet of blue, bind three thousand weak waters, plant the deepest gaze inside, and float out seven-color foam circles. You can see my tears, just passing by, how can I make you panic! Give me an answer, am I your dream? Don't just step back and let silence separate the encounter in this life. The virus is replicating and the pain is raging. Multiply slowly, is it a disaster or fate to meet?
Back-to-back thoughts hurt the solemnity of time. There are small raindrops in the air, which are the eyes of the wind, and it is too late to say goodbye. The loop has already written the preface! Lush green, whose half-acre flower field is infested? The sea that burst its banks is a glimpse of autumn water. Think about it, the weak water is endless, and how many nights have been roasted! At the moment when my fingers were clasped, you were the warmth I had been looking for all my life. ......
Once the oath has been scattered with the seasons, everything is a rumor, and the shadow is pierced by light. Life is an impermanent wake-up call, and you will never return to others. After Qian Fan's death, where did the rich ethereal people live? Who is my medicine? It cured me of my loneliness for half a life. In the prosperous place, half a pot of turbid wine is clear. A flute sings for a thousand years, and Zen is like bodhi and flowers are like mud. Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself. Don't miss the past, save more. The hero's tears were buried in his red face. Drunk dream fireflies, the legacy of love, in a foreign country. I left my youth by the side, and the snow could not cover up my melancholy. I will never forget it without thinking. I can accept it or not. You are my Dojo in the world of mortals, and I am your eternal forgetfulness. Since you left, I planted acacia and read every word, but I never sent it.
The lingering has turned into a cruel turn, perhaps because the heart is too naive, so that everything has become the afterglow of nostalgia, and there is no temptation to stage. Don't believe in eternal love, barren eyes are groans of pain. Seal, I left no trace of your world, just a passer-by. Why do you say you are the right person? It is the guide of fate! One person in one's life, flowers bloom in two phases on the other side. At first glance, it is a definite default, but it is the true body that desperately wants to destroy the soul. A little deep sleep and slow anesthesia will not be serious to anyone. I don't want to face the taste of parting, burn the fortress of pain in my dream and make myself an inaccessible hedgehog.
Three thousand winds are short-sighted, and half a silk is naked. The rain on the phoenix tree is thin, and the cold hits the flying flowers and worries about boating. It's been several nights in cool thin, but my hands and feet are hot and I have nowhere to put them. My heart is rolling, but my shadow is thin and weak. This is nothing. Why did you turn it into a robbery? No tears, only loneliness, burning and arson. Dream is also a kind of vagrancy, seeing Buddha without flowers, but suffering. Who says the flower of happiness has bloomed? Why can't I remember! A lock, I lost my password, and I'm the only one in my life. This season will leave scars and bring a new climax. Flowers bloom, silently, people leave, people leave tea cool! I am in the old place, pretending that nothing happened, but every time I feel distressed, I see the past clearly!
Who can fall in love unscathed! If tears are a window, how can we lock the face of flowers? It is more than a kind of sorrow that the wind, flowers and snow are impermanent and the rainy night still exists! Memories are slowly replayed. Are you still in the old place where you met? Love is my lifelong belief, and the result is only the coldness of fireworks. Bitter coffee without sugar, love, fate is gone, who can walk well, who still has a trace of rouge fever!
Love is a kind of helplessness. Acacia into the sea is also a monologue! Really put it down, there is no excuse, tell yourself not to cry, but tears just can't help it! Commander of the eyebrow line, there is no shore in the end of the world. If you understand it thoroughly, you will be unfamiliar in another way. One game, one dream, no one wants to lose. If I don't care, everything will follow my heart!
Text: Qingxi