Leaning alone in a corner of the red dust, he gathered up the tenderness of withering. Let the thoughts of the ebb and flow of the tide turn into the afterglow of the mountain flowing water, and slowly flow east in the mysterious pen Danqing! A pillow of sunset, fluttering with the dreams of Shan Shan, ever-changing, like the water sleeves in the hands of dancers!
A wisp of soft windbreaker flutters, in the depths of the palace, light and a song of heaven and quiet! A little bit of tenderness, opened a faint melancholy, in the half-curved crescent moon to find a touch of green tenderness!
The fireworks stack up the memories of a thousand years, cross the corridor of thoughts, and let the past flow through the heart. Quiet night, looking at the green mountains faintly, the sail shadows are hazy, like silk hair, the vicissitudes of sliding down half of the shoulders, gently caressing the faint years, staying for a long time.
Therefore, I put my tiredness stranded on the tunnel of time, let the faltering footsteps become the driving force of life, and no longer let the old Yanran and idleness be idle. Wrap your heart into a bun and wrap your fingers, let the fingertips beat the notes, dance out the colors and splendor of youth, and leave a gentle tenderness in the light breeze of the clouds.
Let the romantic feelings, cut a night flower shadow, quietly enjoy the Yerba Buena slanting sun, stroll through the winding paths, and collect a round of bright moon wine! Let the remnants of that dying word keep the most beautiful fragment of yesterday, in the corner of the red dust, listen to the flowers blossom and fall, and show the flow of the world!
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