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Cover the deer. Good five generations of small orders.
17 years
Tread on the sand line
Into the night neon lights, add nostalgia and leave the rope. Dip the bell story to sound the corner of the eaves. The tide of cars from the rainy front street, always listen to the sound of the wind. The decadent world is cold in spring, and the flowers are about to cover the column. The old city ant dreams intersect. For Jun Yi umbrella and holding it, the surrounding light and shadow fell lightly.
Partridge day
I think it is a cool cloud that crosses the city. The sound of the iron hitting the wind in the eaves of the dangerous building. Scattered Chen Xingzi heavenly dreams, hanging wide river bridge a line of lights. Idle strength, want to soar. The teenager hugged Chengping. From now on, in his career, Otsuki has been ruthlessly taken care of.
18 years
Fix the storm
When the pulse lamp is chaotic. The old locust leaf bottom dream is repeated. Who looks to the other city under the wind. Autumn nights. One day the stars wandered. The sea of people has drifted away for several years. Look back. Time is too late to return. Pray for blessings before the standing flowers. Present. Look down and try to quit acacia.
Lotus leaf cup
Things are turned upside down. It's hard to predict. It's hard to wait and see. I know that each other is sad and happy. Flat ground ripples. The city's wine tide lights up. Outside the city. Bright moon across the mountain. I'm afraid that this autumn dream will meet her again. I'm afraid that the dream is not her.
In the early morning of the sixth day of the first month of October in the year of Wushu, I woke up from a dream, fell back to sleep, and dreamed again.
FengJun forced himself to abstain. Long Night Autumn Dream Repentance Revisited. Knowing that the oath of the alliance is difficult to respond to, why should the private feelings used be deep. Awake and mournful, regained. Listen to the lights and winds of the future. This body and this life are like dice, and it is not allowed to be gentle and lonely.
On the twenty-fourth day of November in the year of Wu Shu, when Shaoxing was full of rain and snow, he also dreamed of someone after saying goodbye, and filled in the words to admonish himself.
One
Follow the heavens, condense the boundaries of the city. The cool breeze whispers deeply. The dream of the empty river resounds in the decadent light, and the neon lights are outside the crowd. If it is a disagreement, why do we meet again. A trace of snow foam flies again. The floating monarch and I are like fish, and when they are in the water, they forget about the sea.
Second
The king is born and departed, and I am like death. Who in the world asks what is the love. Endure from the vicissitudes of the sea to remember the past, can plant red beans with deep bones. False dreams are true, and the cool is hot. It is difficult to dissipate the feelings of micro-life. Open the door to listen to the wind of the city, neon lights cover the snow.
19 years
I want to be on every birthday after your twentieth birthday, Hello World
The smoke is heavy, and the dream is covered with neon. Think of the other city, the pulse of the wind back. The old locust rained and peeked idly through the leaves. Wait for the gap in the sky, the clouds curl hair, the moon when the eyebrows. Gentle love affairs, new cool flowers, with autumn stars, sitting for a long time. The rivers and lakes are late, and the early witness lovesick: hold a spring heart, red to death, and give the king to hold.
Cool Acacia
On the seventh day of the first month of September in the year of the Emperor, the first sight of the King was in the place where the lights were dimmed, in case he was gentle and his ears were grinding. In a hurry, two days to part. The car is like electricity, and the night wind is like a tide. On the way back to Shaoxing from Hangzhou, Yu got a sentence: "Get together and listen to the deep track." Parting ways also, listen to the deep track. "I want to write a book with this, to solve the pain of long-distance lovesickness." However, after a few days of filling, none of them are completed. On the nineteenth day, Yu Zai traveled to Hangzhou, and on the way to the North Railway Station, he smelled the fragrant cinnamon on the first street, and wanted to do the same in Hangzhou. Because of the "I dream of the street is boiling", but the old days are no longer sour in the past, so the order of the sentences on the ninth day of the first day is replaced and then drafted into a chapter. Several drafts, today's success. Coincided with Yu Weijun's three lines in Hangzhou.
I dreamed of the incense of Hua Street. For jun fold, Lin'an Gui. The light and shadow are hidden in the heart. Think about it, the autumn breeze is fine. Think about it, the autumn breeze is fine. Slowly give the rivers and lakes sad and joyful. Under the stop sign, in the crowd. The solution to the love affair is not the passing water: the difference is, listen to the deep track. Get together also and listen to the deep track.
20 years
Huan Xi Sha break up
Still cloudy and windy. The mist across the mountain is heavy. One in the middle of parting. The false sleep is like a faint soul, wading into the river to dissolve the moon. Dreams in the world cannot be met.
Looking at each other is not the case. The clouds are like a curtain of dust. The mood of the flowers rose to the point of rise. Lei Qingchun has been plagued for a long time, and he wants to sit down and think late. It was also the time when the rain rushed through the deep alleys.
Drink before flowers
The smoke of the city bridge is gradually in the wilderness. I want to spring and the first wave of lights. A scene of wind berthed and illuminated, and the human world also. Fold off the garden flowers under the faded clothes. Good night, the night of the stars. Palm private prayer light: see you in the dream, Miss Huo.
21 years
Surrounded by water bridges, reflecting the eyebrows of the mountains. Look at the willow leaf wind blowing. The smoke of the small town is forced to make fat marks, and the clouds are pillowed on the spring river. Like a dream, lean forward. In this life, I am obsessed with love. Cloaked in a single direction of falling flowers, sitting on a hundred thousand non-thoughts.
Magpie treading branches
And folded the flowers and branches over the small market. The clouds are clear, and the sky is like a wash. Smoke out of the spring river scales a tail. Chengshan hangs in the green ripples. Around the finger incense soul cold sleepless. Exposed in the cool placket, the moon in the dry outside. The noise of the worms on all sides was not over. Someone leaned on the apple wind.
The sparkling sound of traffic is fading. Sit deep under the lights and wait for the flowers to bloom. After the encounter, the dream is most difficult to forbid when it is not seen. Idle hate late, old tour non- Leaning on the gallery view with who knows. The night is cool and suddenly recalls Qing Qing's language, a tree wind and tide moon in the clothes.
I am ashamed that I have not yet fallen in love. A note of what to expect. Spring idle pillow dreams are frequent, and the room vase of flowers is occupied early. Wait for the north, wait for the south. The wind is exposed. There are souls that trace the water and clouds, and the mountains and the vast moon make hairpins.
Raccoon Creek Sand
Like the water street traces are getting clearer. The shadow of the Sensen tree hides the wind. The backlights are overwhelmed. Flowers want to rush to the cold incense near the station, and the clouds are still wading away from the stars in the night. The remote double track is a life.
again
Tick the window and remember the name. Legend has it that you can forget the camp for the time being. The night wind and the night dream are still light. Rainy Street was suspicious of the moon falling, and wanted Jun Chun to see Hua Zeng. When you smell the autumn leaves, the bottle is empty.
In recent years, it is known that the tacky is invaded. Gradually, there is no word for lazy moaning. Outside of every clumsy article, forget the dream once met the depth of the water. Say goodbye to the night forever, and walk the street to find it. A thousand miles away the rain rushed. Listening to Wan Li holding an umbrella, I want to have the wind clear my heart.
Sleep until the wind is light and the sun is tilted. Fold the incense leaf lining vase flowers. Please invite the porcelain cup to add warm water and try to wash the new knife to cut the melon. A little onion, a little more spicy. Near the kitchen gentleman re-runs the family. After forgetting the poem, slim in, chai rice oil salt sauce vinegar tea.
The new pillow Mika woke up in a dream. The huddle is thinly lined with ice skin. Whispering in sleep near the tanuki slave. Pulling his arms back to think about the spring, watching Junsheng read the pillow book. The mountains are high and the moon is small and knows the rivers and lakes.
Butterflies love flowers
Autumn to light oblique new calyx soft. Pick the leaves and branches, and leave them to qingqing to cut. A bottle of water in the bottle in the eye. Flower arrangement is a gamble on the depth of incense. Recognize the three or two petals of the predecessor. When the weight is exposed, or the breeze is seen. Occasional sitting is not illusory. Listen to the sound of the creek moon full of green mountains.
On the seventh day of the first month of September in the year of Xin Ugly, the fragrance of osmanthus flowers in Yuecheng is delayed. After thinking about starting a family, everything is added. In the past, friends and friends were far away from each other, and they were far away from each other, and they did not feel afraid.
Accustomed to the warm air of Jiangnan autumn. Occasionally to the cold, every time the mood is lazy. The bellows lights are breezy. Several small branches of calyx have shallow incense marks. Flowers seem to be limited in my body. Yu shui is in the mountains, and refuses to think about it. It is difficult to see the deceased again. In the rain, the rivers and lakes are far away.
*There is a sizai
Butterfly Love Flower Ci Rhymes Reply to Deer Zhai
The night rain is cool and sunny. Short hooded light shirt, wandering alone lazy. A belt of Tong Yin people slowly. The city is full of fog and autumn light. Wu Yue is limited by two rivers. Twilight faces south, and travels several times. Calyx small number of branches jun see. Folding is like the end of the world.
Partridge Day and then give Si Zhai
Watch the calyx return to the wind full of bridges. Autumn is hard to get rid of. Looking at the mountain fog is really like a dream, and the accumulation of rain is deeply suspicious of the tide. The lights are quiet, and the night is round. The dry reclining place is the end of the night. For the sake of the king, the flowers are delayed, and the silent incense sticks are worn at the waist.
Partridge Tian, Covered Deer Zhai is illustrated by words, and the concluding sentence has the meaning of "do not wait for no flowers to fold branches", according to the rhyme of Fenghe
Illuminate the willow bridge in the night wind. Come late to listen to the rain like a tide. The cloud building has been closed for a long time, and the sky is bluffing and lonely. The car is slow, the passengers are far away. Tired tourists are annoyed at night. Last year, The flowers were not planned, and this year is still teaching the market.
Raw Chazi
In September of the year of xin ugly, the osmanthus flowers of Yuecheng blossomed by the heavens. I remember that I used to travel to Suzhou with the second jun of Youji Tea Pavilion, and it has been three years since then.
I want to see the rain street deep, the water folds neon light shooting. Whoever loves incense and sits silently on a cool autumn night. Trance is about to coincide, and the wind is still under the branches. Knowing the dream is not clear, the flowers bloom again and again.
Sheng Cha Zi Bu Rhyme Cover Deer Zhai
The sea market is clear and clear, and everything in Vientiane is shooting out of each other. The rain rises and the tide of cars, and the delayed passengers return to the long night. Wet and sleepless, lying under the windshield window. There seems to be a dark incense coming, knowing that it is Lin Hua Xie.
Hyoscyamus niger
The Creek Bamboo Stone Bridge is hidden. The curtain is still like a screen. When it rains, I sleep heavily to see the heart of the flowers, and I do not wake up in autumn. Water is like a mirror. The branches have wind marks and shadows.
Nangoko
There is no trace of the dream outside the curtain. The garden is quiet and soluble. Xilu Sleepy Bridge smoke and water, mao. People are in the first few weights of the promenade. Flowers are also in the middle of the moon. Autumn has not happened for a long time. Pour into the bile bottle and incense the colder and slimmer. Lazy to wait for the azure rain to brew the wind.
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