The sky is full of red, intending to be shan shan, dreaming of the river. The soul leads the spring swallow to come and go, the wind blows the willows, and the picture scrolls are copied. The flower hoe did its best to hide the wind, but it added to the resentment. Snow herons soar, light boats. A few degrees of cinnamon, maple red warm cold river. Jin SeHua nian played the strings of the kite, did not know, passed away. The geese passed by and mourned. Shallow ink lyrical, endowed with a fistula flower inscription, Wangfang fell red, who interpreted Xiaoxiang dream? Even if there is a wooden and stone former alliance, it is difficult to express affection.
Looking at the clouds and fog, it is difficult to find the sound of the whistle. It is difficult to find a curtain of lotus flowers, gently shake the tree, make waves. After parting, the eyebrows are raised, and the West Building is worried about the ice wheel. Dan Qing had no intention of sprinkling, and the light ink smelled cold. A curtain of spring, full of tear marks. Ten miles of spring wind is a king, green is thick, and the ghost is appealed. Jade kite, smoke and water blue forest. The wind whispers the strings. Flying down, vying the rhyme, ethereal Jiangnan spring. Bamboo green, new herbs, sparkling dust. Light boats, spread water clouds, stream flowers lyrical heart to the moon.
The spring breeze is soft and soft for ten miles. Raw purple smoke, through the forest around the trees. The blue moon reflects the thousands of greenery, and the dream is run. Flying swallows, painting hall. Willow Silk Yang, Peach Leaf Summoning Ferry. Wrinkled, as if revisited. Smell the flowers on the shore overflowing, frequent care. May the earth, April stay. Autumn grass is yellow several degrees, wind and rain cold windows, bamboo shadow flowers are thin and vast. The river word "wain" crosses the boat bitterly, and the sea of tears wanders. Lonely people are desolate, who understand the rhyme, a song of the Red Chamber night is longer. The floating life is sad, and the dream sighs the yellow sorghum.
A river of smoke and rain eyebrows locked, flowering period is endless, several lifetimes are difficult to find. The quiet breeze blows the lake crepe, the Jiangnan phantom tour, the drunken lying orchid boat. Sprinkle with dark incense. A black hair, around the fingers into soft. Day by day and autumn lock painting building, flowing hourglass, the feelings are still the same. Smoke and rain, cut to the dream of Jiangnan. Blue wave breeze ferry line. Yu Jian Qinglian reflected, the moonlight was once Tingting. Lightly express your wishes, in a gentle picture scroll. A xuan ink poem rhymes strongly. Freehand green river, freehand river red, freehand piano flute ensemble, pulse cloud water feelings. The red beans are silent, and the tears of speechlessness flow for a long time. Sigh lightly in the dust, shallow heart sorrow.
The autumn wind is frighteningly maple, and the clouds cover the moon. Amorous wounds parted, the dream broke in the Red Chamber. Drops of blood and tears, thoughts and sorrows. Faint flowers bloom and fall, silent and silent dreams. Miserable wind and rain, silent silence. A wisp of autumn wind, idle a few words desolate. A curtain of autumn rain, the window of Xuan several degrees of frost. Flowers fall from one place, and life is almost heartbroken. A line of poetry, a red face geometric dream wandering. Spring is red and chaotic, lonely sleeves dance, and cold moon buries flower souls. Poor and uncountable incense stayed, a bottle of frost and snow sacrifice fang traces. Sorrowful eyebrows regret the spring, pear blossoms with rain, crazy mourning funeral flower people.
Where to send rulers to the end of the world, who is red dust and Yaoqin. Flowers fly all over the sky, and flowers fly all over the sky. People pity flowers thank flowers to symbolize people, and people say wet railings. Life is a beautiful first meeting, and the sad autumn is not victorious over the dream of the Red Chamber. When the flowers bloom in the spring, the flowers are far from bitter and infatuated. Xiao Xiang cried red in the wind and rain, and the flowing water was always silent. A song is far away, and life is helpless to chase duckweed. It is difficult to cross the sea and look at the clouds and sails, and it is difficult not to leave the shore of the crab leaf. It is difficult to resist the west wind falling on the sycamore, and the sleepless sound is haunting the lock three more. It is difficult to show sorrow and Shu Yurong, and it is difficult to forbid the willow wind. Unforgettable clutching and parting, it is difficult to say that the soul dreams are attached to each other.
Obsessed with empty love, mourning the soul of the flower, burying the soul of the flower. Rain soaks incense marks, where to find the sound of the piano. What a desolate world, devastated by wind and rain. More dewy, darker at night. Away from hate, away from hate. Dreams are like clouds, bustling and scattered, broken intestines. Sorrow is endless, sorrow is endless, and the beads are stained with tears. Furrowed brows, grief appeals to the frontier. Mirror flowers and water moon into illusion, hard to hide, deep in dreams, by whom to ask? The moon is cold, the ancient scrolls, a loud sigh. The whistle is in, the flowers fly far away, and the red sleeves are wet.
If it is not deep affection, how to rely on empty eyes at night. Sorrowful, shallow tear stains, buried the Psalms. Fang Fei was exhausted with the wind, the spring did not ask to disperse, and the tears of thought remained for a thousand years. Everywhere in the world with beautiful scenery, leaning on the small window Xuan. It seems that dreams are not dreams, and grievances are entangled, and it is difficult to distinguish in the end. Wind and rain and obstruction, the west window is cut together. The heart of the lotus, the water ripples, the leaf boat lingers. Ripples, melancholy, who solves the problem? Autumn is a remnant of lotus, who does not mourn the wind swaying timidly for years.
Thousand years of edge, deep reticence, Xiaoxiang dream come true. Qing Si did not ask Yi Baishou, away from the long mountains and rivers, and looked forward to Chan Juan. Wicker is difficult to tie the sail gossamer resentment, falling powder dance soul broken. Remote spirit rhinoceros, the sound of the piano rhymes, the sound is long. The thousand years of gentle spring are full of red chaos, and the eternal sorrows and flowers cry who have pity. Heaven and earth are obsessed with Yaotai dreams, and the soul of the end of the world locks the wood and stone edge.
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