Scattered lovesickness, weeping tears, gushing sorrow and groaning. Ask the stars are tired and do not cross the river; the pond lotus falls old, and it is difficult to form a concentric heart. The waterfall is immortal, the eyes are rainy, and many shadows are shining. The most sad, there are twist marks at that time, and the pain is faint.
How to be sentimental. Promote Shaohua, a thousand silks fly like gold. Zhi embroidery wrist incense, animal smoke ring; fat cheeks through the powder, treasure tree Wanting. Shi Hao is talented, and the swordsman is bold. Bring a long night to drink from the intestines. Cover the piano silk, sigh the mountain, can you bear to listen?
Dream Fat Cloud: Do sentient beings have to be empty of hatred? It was the cowherd weaver girl who was tired and did not want to meet across the galaxy again; it was that Tilian withered, and it was difficult to tie the same heart forever.
There are still your shadows in the memory, long hair as soft as your waterfall, eyes as clear as your rain, and twist marks that still faintly hurt on my own body.
Am I idle and sentimental? But those days in the past were so beautiful, with your embroidered wrist incense, Yu Li Tingting. Tonight, borrow the wine gall of Shihao and swordsman, drink a night, Nalan Rongruo word cloud "a night of cold rain buried famous flowers", after this night, try to bury your memory in your heart. Just like the autumn wind to collect the fan, no longer think about it.
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