Tonight the moonlight is idyllic, plain, clear, a touch of moonlight, the heart rhymes leisurely, at this time than in the past a little more feminine, a little elegant, the gentle evening breeze blows through a pool of lotus pond, pieces of lotus leaves in the elegant rotation into the heart, rippled slightly, transformed into a wisp of heart fragrance, lightly released in yingying a water.
Lotus spit red, lotus stretch, wave thousand weight, lotus pond light boat, lotus lotus leaf love to stir water: fold a lotus, with water-like tenderness, swaying a pool of warm storage under the sound of babbling water. Under the moon of the lotus pond, the pond is still there, I don't know who Junsi is? But Jun's vague figure is still a heart as gentle as a lotus, how to forget?
At this moment, strolling under the moon in the lotus pond, a pond of green lotus Yuan Tingting, the wind rolls the green lotus, and the lotus is rolled up in whose heart? A lotus heart, turned into a wisp of wind lotus, in the starry night, boundless, faint tranquility, Gu Panzhong, dyeing fingers twisting flowers, smiling, crimson petals falling between the fingers, freezing the tenderness of the lotus, falling like a lotus heart...
The light ink of the chalk is fragrant, a pool of green lotus moon color is bright, the lotus shadow is fusu, a cool wind, moisturizing the rhyme of a pool of lotus ponds. I could not speak of emotion quietly standing by the lotus pond. In the summer wind, the silence is like a lotus heart, with the wind marks and the fragrance of the lotus, warming a plain heart.
Look at the shallow scenery in the eyes. After a long time, hold the finger of the bottom of the heart, from then on, the finger flowing years, there will be flowers blossoming and falling, clouds cirrus clouds shu. The night is not deep, the moon is not yet central, when the fingertips slide through the makeup of the flowing year, I just want to use the fingertips to feel the real temperature of the flowing years.
One finger picks flowers, flowing years of Fangfei; shallow and faintly cover the finger of the bottom of the heart. However, outside the curtain, the rain is thin, outside the Window, the lotus shadow is deep, the light wind and blue waves shake the lotus shadow, the desire to speak of the years is as light as dust, and looking back at the old dream is as small as smoke. Plain hand fiber, flick a petal of cold incense; let the flowers blossom and fall, time and shade, put the pen Qing Huan, light and drop the ink, like the heart lotus clear high and not stained dust, the book song is like a lotus heart, watch the lotus dream before the court!
Qianqiansu's hand, a wisp of lotus wind, stirred a curtain of dreams in his heart, leaned lightly on a lotus-like dream, spread the dream of a lotus heart on rice paper, and dyed the incense of a quyuan wind lotus. Wisps of fragrance, thoughts have nowhere to hide, can only float in the feelings of lotus, water and clouds, wind swinging red dust, deep in the lotus pond. Listen, the heart of the lotus, bypassing the amorous waterbank, bypassing the sleeping lotus pond, bypassing the weakest thoughts in the heart, the thoughts are haunting like a lotus, like rain, in the shadow of the lotus, who is the happiness of this life?
In the wandering shadow of the lotus, who is the endless thought of the sea of thoughts in this world? That shallow smile flooded with ripples of gaze, hiding the heart of the desire to return hugh? Xiaoyue Lotus Pond, lonely who is waiting? Ink is a lonely boat, carrying new words and old sorrows. Looking back, Lian's heart was speechless.
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