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The end of the world, on the water side

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The end of the world, on the water side
The end of the world, on the water side
The end of the world, on the water side

At the end of the world, on the side of the water, is the temptation of junlian sweet fragrance, the crystalline introduction of Junjun, the embankment of the willow bank, the new dew of Qingjing, the release of youth lotus, such as the piccolo dream blowing. Cut candles to acacia rain, like a sleeping dream riverbed. Mandarin duck pillars, red love pillows, tears sprinkled in the curtain,

Spring crying drizzle, cage melancholy light moon, song in the Qiong dew chaos, rain curtain dream smoke splashed, smell QiLuo perfume, incense warm, dissolve between the streams, like listening to the pipa flick, a song of daimei silian, chicks eaves, that is, in the dream. Drunken dreams of age, like Junfang's heart, like geese like rain, gently moaning luan dreams. Phantom in the glass, clear lotus in the pool, stroke by tube, swaying like the flying reeds of the Qiong pipe, fluttering before the rest, nude shadows like lotuses, in the lake of youth at night.

Painting the building in the glass, floating in the screen, such as the butterfly dream shadow, the extradition dream building. Several degrees of temporary employment, several degrees of Xiao Han, dream thinking of lotus, such as Xiao Sheng's place. Who cares who loves, incense drunk powder, twilight heart qing. More than ten years of vicissitudes, salty and desolate. Dripping water lightly, red candle secretly thinking, the flute can not sleep, still in the heartbreak dream blowing, a sound and a swing, such as love intestines night wounds.

Painting silk in the slight, embroidery room in the incense, such as whipping ridge, traces of thought. But the strange rush to go, not with the amount of dreams, nai kong empty thoughts of rain, looking at the tears of the mountain, lightly rolling the green curtain of the dream, miserable. One man and one shadow, carrying the heart to the sad, the imitation of the remaining bitterness and helplessness, the mandarin duck in the glass picture, can not be in pairs.

Willow lock Lu Si soul, flower rain butterfly dream awake. Jun Yu oil painting scroll smells a touch of fragrance, willow plum open crisp rain pool. Warbler souls move curtain dreams, rain shirts thousands, bare branches and shadows, loose drunk, according to the moon wall, monroe scenery, its wonderful leisure. Like the evening rain urging the palace willow, the sound of the idle leaves and bananas, the flower pavilion Xiaomeng, the shadow in front of the elephant window, the wedge into the pupil of the pipa sound.

The dream of the jade butterfly is outside the window, and it hates that it is close at hand, and does not dare to approach the wilderness. Like a thousand wisps of smoke, Chu Xiang was drifting away in his dream. Ru Ruo smelled its soul, Nanshan is not old, the mighty wind stands tall, straight and not A. QingXin is upright, in the body of the beautiful mountain, between the concave and concave water, like the swing of the soul, like the writing of a dream.

Ru desires peach blossom willow leaves, green silk against the breeze, Ru in the illusion of crossing, spring wind thinking. In the Huahua years, there are no more pigeons entering, or hearing the sound of the life of the swallow dance. Jun yu powder incense thought, night cold thinking, plum blossoms can bloom in dreams, Jun's heart also.

The thought of the empty city, the thought of the dream. Like the yellow and tender green of the goose, lying on the bed. The dream of the pillow towel, the thought of the whole night, are all circled in the center, its endless spring color, and the pond swamp is a ripple. Its blowing inexhaustible thoughts, swaying its green face, Yu sees the beauty of the king, out of the mud without staining the victory, settled in the Yu Meng lotus pond, the lake surface also.

Dark incense floats, the thought of climbing branches. If the incense dew in the heavenly palace hangs in the strip of dreams, kissing in the dreamland. When can a pint of drunkenness stop, the thought of this life is exhaustive, only to fly away with the dream, and the rest is enough to go.

The end of the world, on the water side.

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