It is difficult to drink love, a letter of prosperity, half of the jade pillow is not to tell the thoughts, the person faces the tree is low at dusk, the haggard and speechless dangerous building, listening to the clouds, knowing that the fragrance is flying away, seeing the long bridge broken water, not remembering the world, causing lovesickness, looking back at the point of tears, asking people where the guest three words asks about the whereabouts, only then can you realize that your heart is with you, it is difficult to measure crossing the bridge, and the heart is far away, one word dreams, two stars hug pillows, the lovesickness is in the embroidered flowers, there are life-long scrolls inside, memories are in the same memory, memories are in the same memory, memories are not remembered, after three autumns, people will stay in one step, complaining about thoughts without guarding, and songs have no words to support the strings.

Time sends three autumns, shadows overlap and cold, the delicate wind sings across the bridge, the universe in the traces, the sky in the eyes, the sky in the eyes, the dreams of each other again, the fine and prosperous, sand and dust, meeting without complaining, remembering deep thoughts, cut the screen short, pulling the broken curtain, looking back at the look, the beautiful scenery in the heart, the shadows, people walk on the door of their hearts, the thoughts float around the world, the dreams of the world, you don’t know, the heart is like quicksand, the thoughts hang on the broken bridge, the wine of farewell, the fragrance is hidden throughout the ages, the charm of the whole world, the charms are hidden in the past, the charms are filled with the love of the dead, the vast and enchanting love, the vast and confusing love, it is difficult to see the familiar people on the strange road.

The heart is talking about the spring breeze asking about the tears bridge, and the flowing water still has a look back. Time is like a painting, the shadow of the lamp, the cinnabar, the candlelight, the night rain, the lovesickness, the meteor swept the eyebrows, the forehead is three-point wrong love, when can you cross the sea of ​​love, it brings a thousand melancholy, the thoughts are silent, there are words on the thoughts, the pipa is rolling the curtain in the tears, who solves the problem, gathers and disperses outside the poem, and still looks at the bridge and sacrificing the blue river rain, and can look back. The flowers are filled with spring, tears are gone, who can speak for? The dream is updated, the monthly income is difficult to measure, and the heart is gathered and hurts the true, the good time is lost, the heart is difficult to flow, forty thousand rivers and mountains are hurt, the sarcasm in the mirror, and the sound of the lake falls.

The heart looks back and dreams, the stars and the moon are in the sky, the flowers are gone, the future of the world, a few drops of sorrow, the night of thousands of longings, the lovesickness cloth under the tent, the candlelight is built on the shore of the lake, the lovesickness in the autumn, the lovesickness in the winter, the snow in winter sweeps the face and thinks of the thoughts, when you remember the road, the tears are still the tears, searching for the heart and breaking the dreams and counting life, without covering your eyebrows, it is hard to hide your heart, the wind and moon are still there, and the thoughts are waiting for thousands of years.

Looking at the dusty appointment, I can’t bear to read it, I write the worldly memory of dreams, and half of the plum blossoms to solve the problem. At this time, my heart disintegrates, half of the walls of the world, a dream of dust, my heart makes me think of the door in the sky, half a lifetime and half a fall in the wind of the pipa, there is a fine look in the strings of lovesickness, flowers shine on the face, and they don’t agree to each other, my body is bright, the other side of the clothes, the dream flows, and tears in the center of my eyes are unknown. Looking back at the hundred-year curse of retreating clouds, the sky is shining for a long time, my heart is hard to warm, and a cup of thousands of injuries is hard to fold the autumn wind and thin frost.

During the flowering period, the flowing water on the mirror weaves the shallow heart. Who writes about the beautiful sentences of the rivers and mountains? The clouds travel, three thousand lanterns, sleepless lovesickness in the tent, the heart is hard to keep, tears are hard to make appointments, colorful clouds chase dreams, hearts speak emotions, thoughts and memories change, Wuhuang's veins are the same as those of people, and the words are different, the shadow follows the single wind, and it cannot float into the summer, and the appointment is for a while, tears are for a while, the heart lamp is lit at night, looking at the empty building.

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The dust is locked, the thoughts are closed, the next year is difficult to be with the present, I don’t know that tears are gone, staying with thinness, the sky is gone, the mirror of brocade clothes, the stars are wearing clouds, walking on the sand and watching the moon platform, among the flowers on the tower, the dust of the heart rolls up, the time of thoughts is the same, who sees the clear building, the quiet shadow has a dream but no appointment, the heart meets the separation, the dream is sad, the autumn is caused to gather, the heart continues, the trembling comes to see no right or wrong, the happy appointment is related to the tears of the year, the thoughts are far away, the earth is stained with the heart, the heart is drunk for a long time, and the heart is sad and sent, silently speaking, the east building, the speech goes to play the scene, when the moon sun once met, the heart has not yet gathered again, the heart is broken and cold, and the good appointment is hard to warm.

The moon shadow accompanys the heart and connects with the clouds, and gathers in the stars. There is July 7th, March 3rd, and the water in the mirror. The love network in the dream is rising. Words meet the heart, two tears are wasted, the ice and frost on the ground are covered, and the appearance is not seen. When you wake up, the memories are not destined to be accompanied by the beautiful year. Wrong, wrong, wrong, why make promises in life? The words can be made in the center of the poem, goodbye, good time, flowing water on the other side, dreams are shallow, who can wake up, how can you wake up, what is the bright and beautiful shadow now? Drink the cold winter every spring in the world.

The crazy star shook, the moon weaving the autumn, the heart of watching the traces, the shadows disperse, the shadows disperse for a lifetime, and there is a good appointment, the vast clouds, the universe is crisscrossing, and a hundred miles of wind, waiting for a thought, the three souls are walking, rushing for a journey to the east wind, drunk on the south bridge, the flowing water never returns, the heart of weaving has been broken, and the turn of a hundred turns, chanting sadness, singing love hurts, dreams are hard to wake up, who can hold love for a hundred miles, thousands of lamps look back on the past, the flowing traces are the year.

The star peaks are talking, the delicate thoughts are frost, the single thoughts are thousands of miles away, it is rare to look back and see, see or not, dreams have a passage, destined on the palm, broken lines are in love, known to flowing water accompany love, black and white, no autumn, daytime dreams, this period does not turn, that appointment is difficult to express, the heart dreams are even more, tears rolling up drinking marks, the east wind, spring rain, the south tower cold, the heart three lives, etc., the figures, lamps and flowers, the curtains are broken, love pillows, autumn mirror, colorful cotton single line hanging flying curtains, shadow thoughts roll between eyebrows, mind is leisurely reading the road, water shines on the plum blossoms, the trough contains love locks, slowly circling the flying flowers, a word is hard to find, there is no encounter in the next life, turn into butterflies and dreams to return, autumn, there is no one in love, how to know the breeze locks the love pillow, leave step by step silently, turn away, count the heart, ask the intersection, the clouds and water on the mountain and the mirror.

Who is weaving for, who is the seal for, the ceiling is filled with mirrors, the moon and water flows in dreams, a trace of encounter is hard to bend, the wind and moon are outside the flute, the moon and the mountains are in the face, there are no words on the hexagram to hurt the earth, the flowing water crosses, the three leaves fall and walk two tears, tears are like falling water, the dream is endless, the mind is full of dreams, the pursuit of the wind and the years are ruthless, the passing of the water is full of road, drunkenness of the sky is hurt, drinking the traces of the songs, it is rare to see again, the poems in the mouth are thousands of tears, the unknown think of the person to return a word, searching for the rhyme in the journey, asking the sand in the fu, but the lights are not awake.

Who do you sing for, who will love praise for, lovesickness rolls tears, who will break the heart, the wind still blows, the shadows of people candlelight, the flowers never go, the years pass by, I can't finish reading tonight's sunset, deep love, bright moon, two fate under the lamp, far-reaching heart remembers to determine the love for thousands of years, the curtain has been broken, the words are difficult to continue the scenery, thoughts are like rain, the stars are thoughts, there is no coming, there is no going, the tears are dispersed, the empty building is dispersed, the flowers are not old, there is few flowers in front of the heart, the heart is hard to ask for an appointment for thousands of miles, and the dream is hard to settle together now.

The sad and beautiful cold light hides the delicate winter, the moon is filled with stars and frost, the cold invades the water flowing bridge, the north wind hangs on the clouds thousands of lines, the words are not found in people, the words are separated by four seasons, the patriots in the past years, the past years have been sweeping away the dust heart, the frozen fruit words, the dripping dreams are exquisite, and the words are hanging on the seven-star dream of the South Bridge, for several years, it has become a good story. I don’t know if it is a loss of illness, but I have swept away the death of the middle and hope.

It took a long time not to see it, and it dispersed as soon as you see it. Life is too slow. The song of heaven tells the words of the wind and the moon, and the love of the autumn, and the thoughts of no one else. How happy is life? Take away the other side, the long rainbow line, the chaotic heart sword, it is difficult to cut the love thread, the whole city of thoughts, the night is back, and looking back in every way, just as tears are on the side of the dream, the words are hanging, the river water shines, the bridge of the heart is hard to cultivate.
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