The wind withered, weeping farewell at night, when will it take a dream in the evening, sleeping thousands of miles of rivers and mountains at night, watching the broken wind and moon, making a dream in the sky, picking up a promise among people, not knowing that the water flows back, looking at people's tears flow, looking at people's hearts and help, broken rivers, fragrant bridges, dripping into harmonious dreams, crying without scattering tears, looking at the breeze halfway, the plain moon, I don't know what to ask for in the sky, but I ask the hearts all the way, how much joy is, life doesn't know, I just think of a piece of loose sand, the road is long, the hearts are cold, the ancient temple is farewell, the sunset is broken bridge, people look at the flowing water, the water leaves, the hearts cry, and the tears cannot be shed that year's appointment.

The Chinese New Year is forgotten, but the frequent guests are far away, and they are no longer destined to be far away. I think deeply about the night rain, I keep my long robe hanging in love, I hold my feet ruthlessly, I have no shadow, I walk away all the seasons, I am gone in the empty building, I am wasted, the topic is far away, I have long thoughts, the ancient style is beautiful, the heart is broken, the thoughts are dancing, people know it, the long memories are long, the mirror of the sky, the flowers come green leaves are tears at night, the face is drunk, the two tastes are hung, each other is dreaming, the heart witheres, the night wind turns, the wind and rain pipa shakes the soul, the swaying wall is hard to fall, the heart is weaving, the colored bridge is without words to cause thoughts, the moon is without shadow, the heart is clear, the thoughts are hard to empty.

Things are the heart's sorrow and thoughts are broken, and thoughts are spinning and dyeing bridges at night.

The desolate water flows east for a long time, and the rivers and mountains shine on the heart.

The moon, the lights and flowers are in the glasses, the dream is short, the lovesickness persuades the ministers to dissipate, slowly weaving the flowing water, who can relieve the heartbreaking song? After the floating clouds, the tears flow in the years, the day is floating, the night scene tells the story, it is rare to see a look, the heart of the clouds, the water cuts, it is in vain when you part, I don’t know the wind on the earth, the flowers fall in autumn, the curtain turns back and check the year, rolling the curtain to guard the sad shadow, it is rare, wrong, wrong, wrong, drunk again, the south wind lying, get, get, get, lose, it is hard to meet, see again on the bridge, silent under the water, the fine sand walks through tears, sighing, the farewell, the thoughts are quiet, the thoughts are quiet.

People walk away, the lights fall, lovesickness is not thought, who can explain the dream before the conversation, the shallow heart is broken and tied to the cup of wind and moon, peach blossom rain in March, the wind blocks the frost of September, the shadow of the tower moves, the mountains and seas, the water bridge is broken and the sky is broken, the heart is not cold to remember, the thoughts are chasing and crying, the flower platform, the shadows are in the future, who knows the heart is carried, but looks at the flowing water bridge, drinks the water water, and the water has not seen dawn, it is evening, wipes away the dust of the heart, the floating light cuts the tears, the stick sweeps the stars, the tears hit the pearl shadow, the sky is still the same, the light is not warm, who knows the same in the painting, the eyes are hard to hide from the lovesickness array, the mandarin duck pillows solo and only cold.

Tears in the night rain, young people are obsessed with the flowers, deep thoughts under the flowers, drunken dream together, and lost thoughts together. It was already past the third autumn, and the flowers were drunk and drunk in the other world, and the tears pushed the clouds' hands. When weaving three minutes, weaving three points of the moon, leaving the sky, weaving the heart and breaking the love and picking the flowers cold, drinking when weaving, awakening, not leaving, the good time is far-reaching, the world is not touching the building, wanting to see the homesickness, but see the broken bridge, the traces silently leave without wall, blocking without tears, the painting axis is broken, the bright years, thinking about the stars, the years are changing, listening to the sky, looking at the sky is born, I hate a Nanke remembrance, the word dream, helping each other before seeing the shadows when awake, the face of the falling pearls changes the fate.

The osmanthus flowers shine on the green lamp, the deep year is drunk, the thought of the heart, the sound of the heart is dripping, the pearls are chanting step by step, who can think of lovesickness, who can weave, and who can wake up with the words, the four seasons are praising, when it is autumn and frost, the scenery is far away, the scenery is cold, the light is crossed, the heart is calculated, the water flows on the star bank, and the tears measure the sunset of the first month.

Time also leaves, tied to dream, and look back three times, there is a cold word in my heart, and there is a first-class word outside my mind, know who is with me, who is talking about spring, drops come back to the love bridge, and I miss you step by step, a wind flower, time is not changed, the sound is still gone, ten fingers measure, and the heart is measured, who has passed, the passing years is lost, the heart is desolate, the heart is in three thousand tears, alone, the shadow of the wicks, the night is shadowed, the time is drunk and pick up half of the years, say goodbye to my hometown, the love scene, the heart is dreamed that I wish I miss you far away, the love is dripping into the painting, accompany the heart, look back at the thousand lines and take the clouds and tears, and retreat the love bridge is there.

Recite a piece of thought, walk a chapter, and still talk about the dream of the year. Spring comes and breaks the heart, and each day has its own secret. Su Yumei’s heart is lying in front of him, gains and losses are right and wrong, and the years are coming, true love, false beliefs and resentment, things are gone and the soul is broken, and the next year is around the shadow, the past is thought of the wind, and the situation is three thousand, the word "flower language" is the word "flower" has been announced every three hours. I have no intention to think about it again, and tears are gone, and the words "storm" are shining, and the words "storm" are shining, and the tears are nailed to the earth under the heart, and the scenery of the sky, and the old things in the heart are gone. Dreams have come to this, and the heart is left behind. I can look back at the flowers, and the cold tears are tied to the face, and the frost is used to blow.

I have never been stained with my shadow in the past, my white hair is dark, and I have lost my face and no longer see me. I have seen who I see you, and I have spoken to you. I still have the same lines. My heart is still the same. I have weaved a broken dream and made up a broken sentence. There is no one seeing the flowing water in the sentence. I have broken souls and hearts. I have missed the past autumn. I have already thought about the past autumn. I have learned that when I look back in the middle of the night, I have no moonlit night, and my thoughts are not in the moonlit night, and my thoughts are not in the scene. I still have that autumn, but I have no shadow. I am in the deep love building, my heart is lost and I have fallen into the water. I bet on the thoughts of my heart. Looking back at the love scene, I am drunk, and I can't read the sweet thoughts of life. If I get over the slowdown, I can't help but think about the shadows. I will keep my mind at the broken bridge.

The tears flow with one thoughts, the only thoughts are weaving away, the heart is gone when I remember, I can meet each other with a broken cloud dance, I know that I have parted, my heart cools down, all the right and wrong dreams, I have read the love and tears, I have been sad for the past year, tears of tears, tears of people's hearts break dreams, I laugh with drunkenness and thoughts waiting, the love is still the same, the heart is like yesterday, half a piece of wind and moon, a distant net, the love in love and love candle, the thoughts are left under the bridge of thoughts, the east wind is slow, the heart is returned, the past is intoxicated, the past is intoxicated, the words are hanging on the past, the beautiful year, the appointment is in the sinking well, the sixty is still waiting for the pain, the heart does not return to farming and love.

The intoxicated dreams are surrounded by spring, and the winter comes, and the smiles are still welcome. When the love is still there, the dreams are still there, and the weaving words are still there. Who is the same? The east wind cannot relieve the laughter and tears have passed. When the frost once asked about lovesickness, the sky wind looked at the tears shallowly. The tears of the sky were drunk and played the piano. The east wind rolled the dream away. The water flowed under the piano, and the tears flowed east. The thoughts were left with the touching heart. The heart was destined to be separated. The world was a cup of separation, and the people were separated. How many sad songs were hopelessly cold.

Ancient goggles dream of the shadow of the sand, slowly the sky wire mesh, heart lying in the south, shadows drunk in the fairy tower, showing off human feelings, longing for the longing, longing for the appointment accompanied by frost tears, heartless and delicate heart shaking off hair, soul lock on the eyebrows, eyes, jade is filled with delicate wind, face, wind, moon, heart marks, heart, passing by the guest, crying and looking at the broken clouds, taking out flying flowers to weave tears for the appointment, it is hard to beat the tears of lovesickness on the river bridge.

The light wind surrounds the strings of thoughts, the broken shadows are thought of, and a few steps are detained, a drop of sorrow brings people to ask themselves differently. The flowers bloom and the flowing water is frozen, so it is difficult to drink tears of lovesickness, and it is difficult to read the residual dream. It takes two winters a year to make a comeback. The heart is not clear when the show is revealed, and the mirror is far away, carrying the world alley, the mud on the road, the fragrance of the mud on the road, the passing flowers are gone to dream, this love is far away, and the heart is also retained, the sky is inscribed in the intoxicating song of lovesickness, the moon cannot be finished, the sunset cannot be finished, the dawn drips dye the curtain of lovesickness, and the wind is hanging in the evening.
Chapter completed!