Red paper to send words, remote delivery of turning obsessed with the idea; waving a brush and splash of ink, condensing rhyme Danqing scrolls.
Smoke and fire years,
In the lonely pain in the silent counting cold, in the light song and dance in the quiet appreciation of Shaohua,
In the court under the eaves of the house to wait for the blossoming of the flowers, in the dome of the sky to watch the clouds roll away.
Listening to the rain on the fence, my thoughts are swimming in the rain, flying into a butterfly.
Range a section of the rain misty light dance flying, condensed into a curtain dream.
Like the lotus feelings, any beautiful love cocoon into a butterfly,
in the flow of years on the fingertips of the light dance, with a wisp of thoughts, twisting flowers into the dream,
picked the stars in the sky, gifted to the love of the solution to the language of flowers.
They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.
The sails of love, stranded in the windless sea.
The heart of the world,
is lost in the songs of the summer night. I've been in love and I've been in pain, so I know what's true and what's false,
The beginning and the end of the road, and I can't escape from the deepest part of my heart.
When I read a piece of paper,
I wrote a poem for you, I thought of the entanglement of the clean lotus root. The first thing you need to do is to look at the line,
and the white egret that is walking leisurely forward. A strand of unfinished business, overflowing,
that old ferry, long bamboo flute, interpretation, the red dust of the ancient song.
Borrowing a piece of paper, with ink as the word, with the elegance of the Song lyrics,
Spreading your brow of sadness, with the fragrance of the flowers, glistening with the charm of your earthly world.
Scoop a cup of water, cut a wind soft, with thousands of thoughts, quietly quiet in the world,
To keep each other calmly. The long-lasting fragrance, such as autumn water like silk, drunken heartstrings,
The lingering fingers, carrying thoughts, in the night cool as water,
The light rain cold Shaohua, waiting for the long days of blue water, looking at the wind and the moon deep and long,
● Tonight, stood in the shade of the sunlight and clouds.
The deep, long, and delicate thoughts were turned into a long, long poem,
The misses were recited into the poignancy of the Song lyrics,
Boating in the water above the river. I don't know how much more I can carry for you in my own slender soul,
I'm not sure how much more I can carry for you in my own slender soul.
I am afraid
that if I wait for a few more seasons of blossoming and falling flowers,
my pen and ink will gradually become cold.
I don't know if you,
will still be able to ring the beautiful myth that I have been sleeping for thousands of years,
and play a song for me to cleanse the dust of the sound of the heart?
Willow silk fluttering, misty wind of the quiet humor.
Tearful eyes, the butterfly language of the quiet night.
Who is your guardian, who will read your melancholy.
If there is an afterlife, I will be an unfeeling person,
Drinking the Mona soup, walking across the Naiho Bridge,
Cutting off the ancient love affair, forgetting the thousand years of love,
Burying the oath on the stone of the three lifetimes forever.
In this way,
will there be no more lingering love?
Is it possible to have your heart broken without a trace? Will there be no more love and no more hurt?
At the end of the night, if you are tired of dreaming and leaning on the flowers, you will be able to get away with it.
Hanging on to a bosom of tenderness, contains a light sadness, will be a bosom of elegance,
Chinese style; twist three moonlight, brewed into a flower edge,
任宿命流离, the fate of the wasted. The dream is separated from the end of the world, the love is all,
Your shadow is faint as smoke and arashi, but always in my distant sight,
With a soft finger, through the willow across the bank, with a wisp of wind,
Flying through the millennium of dust and smoke, and you are drunk with you in the incense around the painting building, the dream of the flowers,
●The night is very thick, and the dream is too thin, the night is very thick, and the dream is too thin, and the night is too thick, and the night is too thick, and the night is too thick, and the night is too thin. The dream is too thin, who is willing to wait for whom?
Life is long, gorgeous broken chapter, who wants to stay for who?
The fireworks can't be cut, the love is cut and cut.
Take a handful of rain,
Fold a flower of thoughts, leisurely floating through the chrysanthemum platform,
Treading broken a fall of cleansing water, with the expectation of condensing your figure,
Tell the sadness of the dream of breaking the sadness of swallowing,
Just
Don't know that you can hear me in the red dust in the quiet less sighed?
Can I perceive a tired heart in a day and night of old age?
●Lightly dance delicate fingers,
Through the oblique wind and clouds, to the mood to cut a piece of clothing, with a shallow and thin sentiment,
swimming into the ink of the text gently written into the flow of years.
Shear a sunset light, hold a deep love, scoop a shallow pity,
Shake the heart drunk dance wind and moonlight,
Listen to the passage of time since the opening of the self-fall,
This is the first time that I've seen the world's most famous woman in the world, and I'm not sure if I've ever seen it.
Dusty eyes, see the splendor of a fireworks,
Save a piece of water flowing smoothly, through the dust of the millennium, in the warmth of your dependence on each other.
●Yesterday's candle-cutting night talk, this night the end of the world look off,
What is this evening?
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time, and I've never seen her in the world for a long time.
It is a good thing that you can't get away with it.
If you can get away with it, you can't get away with it, you can't get away with it, you can't get away with it, you can't get away with it.
● Smoke floating, long tassels dancing like silk thoughts, flowers and rain gently intoxicated by the butterfly's warm fragrance.
Do you know, even if you are separated from the landscape,
Every time a butterfly wing opens and closes, it will bloom with a petal of the flower's sadness.
Water color and cloud shadow,
How much do you want to use the fragrance of flowers to warm up the eye of the clear water color,
Only to leave the bright reflection of all the scenery, even though the silence, still delighted.
●The night of the green smoke,
Ripple the fragrance of the breath, haze the bleak mood, the knot in the knitted brows on the sadness,
Gently popped down,
Rubbed a strand of sadness,
Dispersed to do the end of the day song,
Silent with the fall of the flowers. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that in a very short time.
●If you can see through the red dust, you just want to filter out all the dust,
No need to pianos for me around the shoulder, messy red for me to pave the ground, I would like to be a flower,
Gentle and shallow bloom, let the seasons alternately, let the tide come and go,
Scrupulously abide by the purity of a side of the soul, away from the world of disputes,
Far away from the complicated world, with the wisp of sweet incense decoration The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
●Night murmurs, keep a round of curved moon, cut a thin shadow, cut a few petals of the heart,
Flick a piece of paper water light of the paper, pull a few strands of rain, hanging into the dream of the misty, dipped in the night for the ink,
Rubbing the fluttering of the reverie, the heart that the collection of the deep thoughts, let the past is pale, broken dyeing the flow of the year!
●Dreams fall in the red dust, singing softly, scattered ink swing ho,
A paper red face pale who's years, ridiculous who's life,
Crying all the tears, who is playing the piano, listening to the flowers fall sad,
Listening to the blossoming of the ghost of, in exchange for the season of death,
This is the first time that I've heard of the "the season of death",
This is the first time that I've heard of the "the season of death",
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This is the second time that I've heard of the season of death.
●Moonlight streaming, caressing the shy face, the wind, bring the distant murmur whisper,
Sea, can not cross the reed, day and night to the text as pulp,
Pick the bright thoughts, burned out the heart of the watchful incense.
Sitting quietly in the arms of the night,
Collecting a wisp of moonlight, gazing at the water, that can not be ferried to the other side of the shore,
Crawling in a piece of paper paper, let the mess of words in the bottom of the eyes to show all the heartache.
●Night quietly, thoughts such as flowers fluttering, mist gauze through the cold,
A piece of the body and mind of a thousand lines of tears, full of all the eyes of the sour, the cloud depths of the deep and no ferry.
It is better to leave at this time, not to talk about the rest of the hate, not to complain about the sadness!
●The night wind caresses the window pillow cold, always used to stop in the text,
Watch the flowers bloom and fall, the clouds roll in and out.
No matter how the seasons change,
What remains unchanged is the obsession that is held in the heart of the hand.
Life,
Even if it's not complete, it's still a kind of broken beauty,
Even if it's sad, it's still a kind of happy pain.
●Hugging the stranded moonlight, alone murmuring, when the dark fragrance floating,
Burying the full pad of sadness in the fragrance of the flowers, picking up the residual fragrance of the fallen flowers,
In the fingertips of the gentle pouring out of the heart of love, entangled in the sleepless moonlit night,
Thin into a long verse, with a lonesome wisp of fragrance, left in the red dust in deep place.
Leisurely a few minutes, listening to the rain knocking on the windowsill, watching the flowers bloom in silence,
Butterfly dance soundless, the mind as light as light smoke,
Just want to hold a handful of broken time, with a piece of paper, ink,
Tracing a few strokes of the splendid heart,
In the ups and downs of the Tang Dynasty poetry and Song Dynasty lyrics, the shallow drink sings this beautiful season....... ...
Looking at the moon in the window, listening to the wind curling up, listening to the clouds and the moon wandering away, the whispering of the flowers, the heart is like a slender silk,
Keeping a section of the verse, a Wan fragrance, the heart of the matter pulled into a bun, the colorful clouds inserted into the flower,
A strand of thoughts lingered on the tip of the finger, the tenderness around the end of the story is not over, the thought is not finished,
Can you put the boat from then on, only carrying the spring light not carrying sadness. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Small rain and smoke, wind and dust incense, with a flower rain and budding spring appointment,
In the spring of the delicate light dance, a pocket of euphoria. A Gwen's tenderness, scattered into the fragrance, written all over the four seasons.
I just want to hold on to the years of charm and sadness, light smile, light across the red dust, light look at the clouds and sky.
Light like water, can not be washed, fragrant dust like snow, the evening wind like a shear,
Shear constantly, soft silk thousands, soft spring wind,
With the light fragrance of flowers, accompanied by the moonlight, floating down the dust and smoke, sunk in the night,
Fall all over the fragrant paper, like the fireworks scattering, lightly dancing in the dream, the poignant sentiments into a touch of red.
An evening of smoke and rain, the remnants of red all over the ground, was also delicate stand branch, now but the flowers have become injured,
Even though the flowers are still flowers when blossoming, still pity the petals withered the bleak and helpless!
Light thoughts, inhabited by butterflies, together with a shoulder of flowers, dyeing a few ink color,
The softest corners of the heart diffuse,
The path of the red dust, who painted the ground into a prison,
Always out of the sky, looking back at the lights, can be someone to stay in the past to forget,
Who's feelings, in the years of change can be the same as the old,
Who is not the same,
These are the people of the country, and they will not be able to change their mind, but they will not be the ones to change their mind.
People at the end of the world, the heart at hand, in love with a memory, dense a touch of tenderness,
Waiting in a paragraph of the text, quietly taste your heart,
Return to you a smile, so that once drunk into the heart of the dream, condensed into the window of a tree fragrance ......
Wind in love with the star tired of the soundless, the lone moon shine clear shadow,
Wind in love with the star wearily
The heart throbs, surplus thoughts, drunken spring rhythms, beautiful poems ......
Leaning on the small windows, remote view of the East Hedge chrysanthemum, wind and rain locks dashing cold, flying flowers fall red thin,
The cloud of smoke around the finger extinction, the love of the broken dream has been disabled, sigh of life, a few times the clutch, such as the ghost of a thought, who is to understand?
Listening to the ancient rhythms in the rain, the cold wind adds loneliness, looking at the clouds and the moon, lingering in love,
The ink is painted on the paper, it is difficult to express the feelings of the pen, the cold moon and the cold,
Shallow dance of lovesickness, laughingly asked the red dust, how many people penetrate it?
The night winds, the cold moon as a cry, full of thoughts,
Empty silence like smoke, the heart is not dependent on the dream is not sent,
It is the love of the past only to hold the idea, or the love of the depth of the bondage, disappointment!
The cold wind is luxuriant, willow long not green, warbler fly no trace,
Gathering also Yi Yi, scattered also Yi Yi,
Heart miserable, like cold smoke,
Remnants of the shadow of a single cold, falling shadow pain in the heart of the place, the shore watch, lovesickness such as snow ......
Willow flotsam, butterfly went to the flowers, the falling flowers, no sleep,
Willow flotsam, butterfly went to flowers, sleeplessness.
The heart is still there, the dream is still there, the fate is shallow, the end of the world is at hand, the red dust is deep, forgotten between the clouds and water!
Autumn rain, hazy, leaning alone on the windowsill, upset, holding a sleeve of autumn sorrow,
Let the wind and dust in a sigh, condensed into thoughts of melancholy, with the wind!
The wind and flowers, drunkenness, alone, but also a pillow of dreams,
Tears of goodbye to the heart, complaining about the long days of love, tenderness, difficult to understand the meaning of lovesickness,
Heart is still the same, the dream is still the same, there are no words also broken, but a farewell to a long day of water.
Leaning against the window alone, looking at the moon, willow shadow, a wisp of sadness in the autumn wind,
Speechless sadness entangled in the heart, cut the incessant sadness of departure, but it is difficult to rest, alone in this leaf fall of the late autumn!
I can't find the intersection of the past, the cold autumn wind will blow my heart through, everything is like water drifting,
Cutting the incessant sadness want to stop but it is difficult to rest, alone to keep the leaves fall in the deep fall!
The heart is like a dream, the dream wakes up and does not stay, why should this life be attached again, the edge of the dispersal of the end,
Turn around gently, and guard that part of the calm, no longer stained with dust!
Like a flower, when it is in bloom, it is beautiful, when it is hurt, when it wakes up, it is difficult to stay!
They are the first to be able to use this as a tool to help you with the process of getting to the top of your game! The empty left a pillow of fallen flowers fragrance as the old ......
Red face has a dream, come and go in a hurry, the prosperity of the end of the fall, all into the smoke and rain, with the flower thank you, with the moon bend,
The frost and cold dew heavy, at hand, the end of the world,
I am lonely as smoke, you sit alone as a lotus flower.
How much love is there in the world that can last forever, and how much love can last forever?
How many lovers can't walk into each other's lives, only to meet in the next life.
The heart of the dead water, the life of the joy, how to die, the heart of the world a cold,
How much I hope to have a cup of forgetfulness of the water, will be my thoughts and heartache, together with the cut off.
The yearly Tanabata ferry Yaoxuan, who said the autumn period has tear marks?
What's the point of having only twilight in the sky?
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time, and I've never seen her in the world.
How many past events, the dots and dashes all empty, a thousand threads, into the heart of endless pain,
Dreaming, dreaming, laughter and tenderness in the, the mountain alliance is still left in the lone shadow alone wandering.
One leaf of love sends old sorrows,
YiYi dream breaks several times,
Fallen flowers drifted without words,
Small rain silk whisk willow,
Wutong piece fell into the autumn,
This love pulse is tied to the orchid boat.
A sadness, shake down the paper full of words,
A sigh, repeated into the old tune.
They are the ones who are fond of the style,
Condensed in the tip of the brow, any one of the warm and soft love,
Thinning away the incense pillow that was once lifted to the same level of love, and the other one is the one who has been in the same place.
Who in the rain and smoke, with meandering verses, sandwiched between the fragrance of the fallen flowers,
Picked up the words between the lines of the inseparable tenderness point by point?
Who is wandering in the ancient sky of oblivion,
Who is wandering in the wind and moonlight,
for you,
And who is the one who sings and sings in a sour voice?
One year after the parting of the ways, who is still on the water side, lightly folded a leaf of vanilla?
With the water in front of the shadow, who will give their thoughts to the flowing water, drifting with the light lanes of the heart?
A broken heart, with whom to lean on the willow color in the smoke? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
For whom is the song of the heart?
Within a river of misty rain, standing in the memory of a faraway obsession,
Renewing the time erosion of a thousand years of the residual dream, but only want to cross the distance in space and time,
In the eternal Tang poetry and Song lyrics, to put you chanting!
Leaning against the window, sending thoughts, midnight dream,
who face empty thin love is difficult to send a parting sadness.
The reed grows in the sky, who is waiting for the water side of the waiting look at the end of the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world,
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Under the Chong Hua, the brocade clothes and neon dresses danced for you in all the elegance of three lifetimes, and blew away the dust and sand.
Before the Broken Bridge,
The red face of the full makeup for the gentleman to keep a world of flowers, flow of the world's splendor!
Who picked a piece of red maple on the other side of the lonely shore, and carved the words of love.
They are the first to have been able to do so, and they are the first to have been able to do so, and they are the first to have been able to do so.
Before the Broken Bridge,
The red face of the full makeup for the gentleman to keep a world of flowers, flowing out of the world's splendor!
Autumn appendage, in the flowers stand alone gaze, the sky soft petals,
have fallen, shaking off the fragrance all the way,
congealed into the fall of the susceptible eyebrows.
In the petal rain of the falling flowers,
The light and shadow of the current year dances up the unspeakable sentiment, piercing through the wheel of the ancient years,
Like a butterfly dance wings, fluttering into the dream.
At this moment,
I just want to sleep with the falling flowers, with the ghost of the falling flowers through the millennium,
In the pale ferry, with you hand in hand with the wind and rain in the world, look at the poetic lushness of the current year.
Fallen flowers are colorful, along with the heart of the month, turning zero for the mound, thoughts haunting,
If the moonlight falls from the treetops as soft and beautiful. The fact is that the company's business is not a business, but it is a business, and it's a business.
Open the lintel of your heart, and look through your eyes.
Carrying a wisp of wind,
Sweeping across the lake, startling ripples; play a song Xiao
The sound, such as sobbing like a complaint, a long flow rhyme end fly. The night is wet, whose lapel,
Wind whisked away whose thoughts, trickle of fine words will flow to the bottom of whose heart?
The year that a touch of red embellished a life of spring and autumn;
The fireworks that a beam of light stepped shattered the moment of fame.
Smoke and rain, who disturbed the old dream of youth; dust settled,
Who told the parting of the feelings. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
Listen,
The distant flute sound is long, but it is a pity that the sentiment is painful,
Look,
The near water is long, but it is a pity that the separation of the bitter like a dream,
It is who will be the red dust to see through, it is who will be the words of the shallow, and it is who can extinguish the fire of this world?
The depths of the red dust, who is in the light of the slow twist of a wisp of sadness,
Who is in the ghost of a low cry?
A section of the poignant words for who whispered and sang?
One of the poignant elegies for whom a deep and unforgettable song was sung?
Who is it that fell into the mortal world and sang in the Yao Chi?
Looking through the curtain,
Lightly locked between the eyebrows, the pain of whose heart? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
The curtain rolls down to the west wind,
People are thinner than the yellow flowers,
The delicate fingers of a song,
What can't be brushed away is too much sorrow, and what can't be exhausted is the drops of tears of lovesickness!
Looking back at the city, the heart is like smoke and rain, when the wind rises,
Shaking down a patchwork of acacia, intoxicated by the euphemisms of the text,
Expectation,
Meeting you in the deepest dust,
***Happy long tone.
The road is long, the love is far away,
How many love threads are entangled in the earth?
It's a long way to go,
How many words have become poems in the depths of love?
The depths of the red, thousands of feelings, how much attachment?
It's always hard to get past the end of the world,
and it's hard to cut off the love.
Sending love to the snow, moon, wind and flowers, empty love, only melancholy!
Autumn rain, pulling a lot of lonesome, a little thought.
Like autumn rain, love in her drift and purity, obsessed with her romantic and lingering.
Slowly falling leaves, autumn rain is fondness, is looking back, is a life after the splendor of the deep feelings of swing,
is a life after the turn of the mood of the statement.
Don't say that she is such a bleak walk through,
Leaching rain smoke, once how much grass color luxuriant,
Floral affairs enchanting, once how many morning bells and twilight drums, like water flowing years.
The night is sleepless, waving the pen into thoughts, dreaming over and over, want to tell but no words.
Who in the world meets who?
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A dream of a thin shadow of the red dust, a few times to listen to the rain falling flowers flow.
They were all in love with each other, and they were in a state of flux.
Lonely shadows and a stringed moon on the west side of the building, and cold winds and dews, all in a state of new sadness.
A dream of prosperity, a song of flowers drunk, a red face tears,
One thought of love is broken. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on this!
The years of dreaming gently slipped,
such as the wind over the silent, if the water without trace,
such as the story of the flower, the bloom, fall into the mud, the sadness of the slight ripples,
Roaming through the thousands of water and thousands of mountains. The wind through the treetops, like the ears and temples tearing the sentimental entanglement;
Looking at the moon and gaze at the language, such as the vaguely murmuring murmur in the dream.
Lighting a solitary lamp, displaying a piece of paper, waving the ink on the sleeve,
Thoughts stained with sadness of the tip of the pen, swimming with the broken remnants of thoughts.
The eyes of the tears are lowered, the throbbing as the first feelings, shaking the mottled memory.
One song of the goblet, a dream of broken heart. The first thing you need to do is to look at the water and see if you can find a way to get to it.
Just remember the past, turned into, seems to be the old man shadow into a pair.
Since the drift, who misses the cool west wind. The last of the two is a new one, but it's a new one, and it's a new one.
The dust is inked, and the brush draws the current year. The first thing you need to do is to look at the mountains and the fields.
The entrance of Wuyi Lane, in front of Yan Xie Hall. The flowers are in the evening, and the sound of the zither is continuous. 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.
With the breeze on the fence, my thoughts spread like water; in front of the independent window, I watched the setting sun send away the day.
Half a cup of wine, a pen into the ink to smell the zither, three life Zhu Ge locks.
The empty dust flatboat, cooking word sacrifice deserted years.
Ruoye River, clear as a flash. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
A ripple on the surface of the water, startled the fish under the lotus leaves,
Listen to the willow bank a pastoral flute.
Three years and three seasons in March, the lotus flower bloomed three seasons,
Sporting dance under the moon clear song **** a song. I've got a silver bell and a beautiful face like jade, and I'm a little weak to attract pity.
Who counts the footprints in the wind? Who is in the rain to look down on the world as it is?
Who waved their sleeves but could not bear to leave?
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Outside the bridge, the moon is hazy, cold light sprinkled east of the bridge. 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.
A river of smoke and water six dynasties dream, shadow without trace.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time, and I've never seen her in the world before. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
Looking back, the wind and rain of another year, the end of the fallen flowers, mountains and rivers far,
Sunset in the west, not see. The desert, who is far away from the shadow of the body?
Lonely smoke straight, the long river shallow, the slanting sun returns to the end of the world across the years.
The sky is deserted, the land is not old; the sea has been vicissitudes, the field is not mulberry.
They have been in the business for a long time, and they have been in the business for a long time, and they have been in the business for a long time.
Who has lost his years, who has left the sky empty.
Even if the word "cardamom" is used, it is difficult to give a deep love.
The bridge is still there,
Wave heart swing, cold moon soundless. I'm not sure who I'm talking about, but I'm not sure who I'm talking about!
A world of fireworks, the cold silence of the Shaohua who? A cloud of colorful clouds,
Who's sky is empty and indifferent? A wisp of seven-colored sunshine, heavy scattered whose sand?