Huang Liang has a dream, and the flowers fly in the dream

"Huang Liang A Dream, Flying Flowers in a Dream" | text: turning cocoons into butterflies

"In love for a lifetime, there is no regret in this life"

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The door pushing under the moon is the breeze of the alley, not the alley. The face of the woman in the West Building under the twilight half-dome was like a falling lotus.

- Written on the front

The bluestone streets are late, and the sound is difficult to sound. Broken steps stepped on the memories and walked past Shaohua. The endless years around him, feathered into a wisp of smoke, willows, red begonias, green plantains, just haggard people.

Impressions. That year, that day, then; good flowers, good months, good people. Yue Weiyue, you and I meet in this flower market. The second quarter of the month after the parting always elicits my endless thoughts. Wait until the moon is wound to send it to the moon. After several times, I finally got a dusty fate, and at that time I thought that meeting each other was fate, and knowing and knowing each other was a lifetime...

It was a good day. Listen to the sound of selling flowers, twilight Xijiang moon, night smell full of fangs... But beautiful things always pass away too quickly. Those have become a thing of the past, condensed into memories. But whenever the moon is full, I still stay under the moon. Looking forward to the lights dimmed, there are still eyebrows of you. Even though I knew that there were already empty buildings there, the full moon only added to the desolation, a nightmare.

Picking up a handful of acacia, he got drunk, deeply intoxicated in his memories. In a trance, the prosperity ends. This shore, the other shore, even if it drowns three thousand, is willing to stop at this red dust for the king and cut off the autumn water. Fingertips flow through the years, without a trace. Smile like a flower, slightly. Eyebrows are beautiful, and it is lightly rubbed. The city's face was annihilated in an instant. When you look back in the twilight, have you ever seen the eyes of the Iraqi people like stars, and your shocked glance also contains laughter and tears.

The cold star outside the curtain is cold and the moon is cold, and the candle inside the curtain is illuminated on the wall. Sitting up in shock, the pipa was shattered with a silver grate. The afterglow lingered, and the string heart lingered here, and could not go back for a long time. The incense burns out, and the dark incense floats. The aroma of rising tea rises, tenderness, and thoughts. The deep boudoir could not be locked, and finally overflowed the small xuan window, filling the west wing.

The red beans that you and I planted by hand before the court are now full of lovesickness. Pick a few grains, gently mill them, and fill them with tears. This teardrop broke through the sky, slid across the cheek, flowed through the smile that had once been, and diluted the warmest memory of the floating life. The teardrops turned into dots of Yang flowers, dancing with the wind, and where Ben Xunlang went, he passed away with the wind.

The stings blossom, the flowers cover the heavy doors, the people reflect the flowers, the flowers shine on the people, and the flower faces reflect each other. The Yi people leaned on the door and hoped for the return of the king.

The wind blows and the drizzle sprinkles. Idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence. Yan Shuang flew over the pavilion and perched incense here. Tianya Fangxin, it is difficult to complain about the bitterness of the heart.

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In the spring, the water of the river is as green as blue, and the wind cuts the willows on the river surface. In the water of Mei, Linshui Qingzhao is also leafy, crabapple, and people are also cang. The plain face reflected in the water, the brow is lightly locked. I only feel that the city is full of spring colors, and the city is full of sorrow. Standing here, I don't feel tears.

The Spring League has already replaced a few sheets, and the flowers have also bloomed and fallen for several seasons. The red crispy hand still clings to this love, which has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. Unforgettable how time can be lost.

Strange flowers bloom, flowers float from zero water, flowing water flowers in spring, go without wind and rain and no sunshine, the Tao is no sunshine but there is affection, this feeling can be treated into remembrance, reminiscence of the past, the hand of the son, the words Chan Juan.

It's like crazy, stupid. The belt gradually widened and finally there was no regret, no regret, and the rain was heartbroken! The heart is drunk, drunk. For the people of Isaiha are haggard, haggard, and in tears! Even if the tears of the heart turn to ashes, what is there to fear? See each other for a moment, there is no regret in this life. After knowing each other for a while, there is no complaint in this life. In love for a lifetime, there is no regret in this life...

Death and life are broad, long lives without endless sorrow, but dare to be with the king. If it is a phoenix, it is better not to be nirvana, and to live forever.

Flowers are full of flowers, flowers are similar every year, and people of different ages are different. The day of the rope is out of reach. Haunting the soft intestines, a red face in the spring, flowers fall and people die, who knows? I don't know...

The floral fragrance is quiet and leisurely. Water sleeves, half of the night, red ice thin. A pillow of yellow beams, flying flowers in dreams!

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Pseudonym: Cocoon into Butterfly. Writing is only the result of interest, without him.

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