How can Lian's thoughts be worthy of that turbulent gathering and dispersal. The sadness in the depths of the lower eyebrows has been sung in the shadow of the candle for thousands of years. The wind is like a lotus, and the distance between the ends of the world is slightly cold. The red dust is like a dream, this life is too painful, there is no heart to rest, shallowly in the cold and smoke!
It’s very cold this June. It’s just a magnificent turn around with my text resting on my head. It’s cold and charming, and it cools my mind. The wind raises a curtain of sadness, and the pain of folding keeps the fragrance of loneliness and faint. Yes, some trance, and finally turned into desperate nothingness. Moonlight's eyes were filled with deep sighs.
Looking back, more than ten years of watchmanship has brought tens of thousands of bleakness. Those hundreds of thousands of times in the past are just like graceful fate! Is the time wrong? Or is it wrong? Those meditations that filled Qiuchi, those thin and melancholy, green Acacia looking back, still parked in the depths of the maple forest!
End of the World, a turn around, those light and shallow times have already flowed through the mist and rain of Yangzhou City . Some thoughts are in the peach blossoms, walking far away, the years go by, and there is no shore! An irresistible fate, please give a reason to forget each other, such as lotus thoughts, full of heart!
Wind, cool, lovesickness like rain, rouge like tears! Our rivers and lakes are lost in the end of the world, and the vicissitudes of those who have fallen into the world have different depths. Forgetting the rivers and lakes, or approaching happiness? Watching a glorious fireworks fading, maybe my eyes are not suitable for this season, not suitable for the distance of three thousand miles. You are always the wound and pain that cannot be diluted! With a thought, there are thousands of mountains.
The vicissitudes of life. Jiangnan peach blossoms, Jiangnan rouge tears, Jiangnan flowers, Jiangnan lilac flowers , sad and sad. Three thousand flowers, who is your lingering pain? I don’t understand the joys and sorrows, do not dance melancholy, look through the autumn, change you for a year-round encounter. The wind is all over the city, the time is too thin, and you can't keep the horizon between your fingers. My dear, please gather those missing Chinese New Years in the hidden time in autumn. In the past life that was so red and thin as the wings of a cicada, those little voices that fell into the rivers and lakes must be heartbroken.
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