In the middle of the clouds and waters, the poem is written by Chan Juan, and the soft whisper jumps on top of the plain veil, smearing the acacia infinite. Leaning quietly in front of the window, under this dissolved moon, the word spectrum autumn lotus. A heart of Ruogu let it snake, and gently did not want to wake up the lingering in the dream. Thoughts do not stop, thoughts endlessly, a wisp of wisps, gently placed on the pillow.
A wind chime fluttered by, jingling like a silk string, that sound, that servant, straight to the moon night also stirred up ripples, listen, swirling. Long night, the blue aura, lightly unraveling the rosa, double shadow illusion, the wine groan to the fullest joy. I only wish that this attachment in my heart will cross the ends of the earth to come to Jun's side.
I only wish that a volume of tenderness in the heart melted this spring color in an instant. The moon is high, the water is flowing, the eyebrows are shallow and smiling, the face of the king emerges, the head is bowed and groaned, and the fragrance of the dream is cut, and the fragrance of the king is overflowing. The stars are dotted, the heart is happy, a cut of autumn water condenses the eyes, and Jun Jingpin flows through the years.
Thinking, gently moving to the front of the jun, the four eyes are facing each other, there is endless warmth and pity in the face of the jun, and I will also give a piece of tenderness. Su Xin ruoxue, stroking the strings, the acacia song written in this life is only plucked for Jun. Jun, can you understand my piano tone? Jun, can you smell my heart?
If, hearing, does Jun have a trace of emotion? If, smell, do you have a soft sigh for me? For example, I am still allowed to use the absolute color of the warbler song and swallow dance to sing a song of clear water and blue sky for the king. I thought, through the hazy illusion of the shadow, I still composed a light and flowing song for the king. Allow me, through the purple condensation to pour the color into your heart, more allow you, but also weave the beautiful dream back around my heart.
With a thousand hearts, gently rolling up the curtain of thoughts, I finally can't fly out of the smile you give, I finally don't give up the warmth you give. The past wanders through the swing of reincarnation, a deep affection, cruising in the fingertips, smoke, rain and red dust, eager to stay with the Jun, the quiet sea flows deeply, and the Jun joins hands to travel to the heavens and the earth.
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