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The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and I will dream forever. Chu Tianmeng is on the misty building. The river water is like blue waves. Green tailoring clothes. Don’t say that spring is in the evening, don’t talk about the cold moon. This love is caused by his love. Dreaming back to the south of the Yangtze River, dreaming back to Baohe Hall, dreaming back to the bank of the Crimson Pearl Stone, the masterpiece of eternal dialect!
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2.
The flowing clouds and washing veils look at the fallen flowers, remembering the old years is like poetry and paintings, the cool sounds are filled with thoughts, and the look back will eventually turn empty. The jade fingers are left in the sky, the sycamore and clouds are left, the night rain of the sycamore tree is over, and the cold and silence and prosperity are a mistake. Qingyu's eyebrows were painted together, but he was gone after turning around! Who has ever shied his longing? Who is shrouding his eyebrows and making him feel hoarse? The call is filled with tears in the rain of tears, and we know each other for a year but we separate from each other! Listen to the fairy tale you said, wait for the butterfly to transform for a lifetime, and a wisp of fragrant soul will follow you to the end of the world!
3.
A head of black hair is tied with thousands of strands of lovesickness. In the repeated entanglements, watch the dusk fade and the stars change. The curtain rolls up the west wind, and looks at the moon and sighs lightly. How many people understand my daughter's worries, and I am full of tenderness and flowing. The lonely geese fly south, who can stop warmly and block the storm of a lifetime. The misty rain and the world, life is like a dream. A piece of plain paper sends lovesickness, but lovesickness has no way to send it. And you and I can’t get out of this grudge, just because of this unfinished love...
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4.
Purple swallows look for the old building, and green mandarin oranges sit on warm sand. The flying catkins of green willows can be tied to horses, and the willow branches are broken and separated from the end of the world. Since we farewell, we have always remembered each other, and the old dreams have frequently been exposed to tears and cinnabar, and three thousand clear sorrows have dyed our hair. The spring lock curtains are covered with clever orioles singing around the window screen, which makes people feel sad. I remember the interweaving of the cups, looking at the pear blossoms after the rain, new words and old sentences, copying the embroidered brushes, the charm is difficult to describe and the thoughts are difficult to draw.
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A faint sorrow and a shallow thoughts transform into the dark night, and a layer of darkness covers the falling feathers. A single word like a broken thought, sighing that the fate of the world comes, recalling this in a flash, how can you feel in the floating life be? The annihilated past, the song of separation is full of sorrow, and looking back, there is only sorrow. In the dream, the beauty was waiting, the fireworks shone brightly for a moment, and the endless cold flowed down the current. The beginning of the half month, the fragrance of ink remains, and under the flowers and trees, the long-cherished wish falls, and the fallen flowers on the ground expounded the words of several lifetimes.
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Always accompany a lonely lamp, drink a glass of mellow wine of longing, watch the moonlit night, the night is hazy The moonlight leaves a drunken feeling, cut a curve of longing, swing a leaf of heart boat, carry a ray of autumn dew, slide through the misty night wind, wash away the dust of the beauty, look at the stars in the sky, the wine glass full of longing, the wet mood, recite the lingering poem, quietly slide down the clear face with the night wind, swaying sad loneliness.
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7,
Listen to the water flowing cup, the strings and zithers are singing, the flowers are printed and dyed the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. Playing the piano is a song, and the lovely romance is filled with sounds, crushing the old broken bridge. The remaining color reflects the water, the white skirt is gentle, the steps are light, the water pavilion is rippling, the lingering tone, the ten fingers are running, the dusty wind passes across the south of the Yangtze River, butterfly flowers are drunk in the heart, the sound of the fingers is stringed, the hair is messy, and the eyes are flowing for three thousand years. The Buddha's sleeves are wrapped around the clothes, the sound of the piano is light, and the peach blossoms are feathered fans, graceful and leisurely. Wait for a seat on the pavilion and enjoy the color of rouge and water.
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8.
Unintentionally touch each other's heartstrings; I have never been obsessed with affection, how can I know that love is so desolate, how can I believe in longing, such an unbearable pain, invisible, silent, hidden in the deepest part of my heart, without resentment, transparent and sincere reluctance; I can't erase the deep attachment in my mind, my heart hurts me!
9,
Nine,
The wind is shining, the red leaves are gone, and the heart is afraid of the autumn sorrow. The bead curtains hang under the eaves, the sycamore trees in the deep garden, and the wet banana trees are melting lonely and lonely. The cold and veiled gauze, but Xiaoxiang rain locked the window, and the beautiful face in the green phoenix mirror was remembered. When we looked at each other and drew Pingtung, we stroking the stringed zither upstairs at dusk. The dark eyebrows are three thousand sorrows, and the joy and hatred are melting. My heart is silent every night, and I walk with my dreams in front of the drunken cup. The thoughts are surging, the peach blossoms are drunk, the wind and water are roaring and the sound of silk. Lying on the lie, listening to the horse crying urgently, the man in the sand is endlessly thinking about each other, the wind is tied to the eaves bells...
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Who, independent autumn wind and flute soaring? The sad sound disturbed the quiet waters of the mountains and rivers. Only the monkeys cried and cranes were resentful, the yellow leaves were broken, and the autumn water frowned. The wind gradually falls, the clouds sink quietly, and the heart tightly holds. The helplessness in the world is stirring in the control, and the lingering in the world is entangled in the heart.Resentment turns into an iron lock, locking the heart firmly, and sorrow turns into wisps of clouds and smoke, hiding the body, and all the joy can only be presented in dreams. Tears smacked my clothes, and my sleeves slumped.
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11,
The years are passing by, flowers bloom and fall, and it is another season. The flowers blown off by the wind and rain of last night are left with the sad scenes, the faint scenes of people, tearful flowers, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers, the faint thoughts, and thinking faintly, the sadness of last night, the rain fell in the mortal world, but the flowers bloomed but the flowers passed away.
