The young man knew the peach blossom noodles, and since then, he has been warm in spring. Regardless of the light blue and deep red, Qing is the first class among the flowers. Neon clothes often carry smoke and rainbow colors, and they are the same as the world's glamorous people. The most is the gaze of infinite meaning, suspected of being connected before death. I would like to draw the world with a pen and allow you to prosper together. Allow one to be generous for the rest of his life with favoritism. The red face is dark and the years are changed, but it is a pity that Wu Wu sighed in his heart.
What does it feel like to be remembered?
A few points of rain sound wind about to go, hazy light moon clouds with coming. Qingxuan peach and plum can be geometric, and the streamer deceives people. Lan Zhou's dream was already crippled, and the wind was rising and the river was deep and the clouds were deep. Since then, the sound and dust have been quiet, and the spring mountains are like grass like smoke. The matter of solidarity has become empty, and it is possible to ask the king to think of the same dream. There are infinite Dan qing hands in the world, but only a piece of obsession cannot be painted.
Two sideburns lingered in front of the mirror, and he was still as confident as Dan. The false and negative clouds count the talents, and the whole life hugs for whom to open. I drifted to myself, I was self-obsessed, and good poetry long hated no one sent. In the past, feelings were brewed into wine, and I was drunk for the rest of my life.
Today meets Penghai Road, the wind and moon are like dust. You can laugh several times in your life, and you must get drunk when you meet each other. Mo Yan has no end to the outside world, and he has a limited cup before he dies. Tomorrow at this time, Qingyun went, and he was dazed with the book and sword. At dusk, the wine woke people up far away, and the wind and rain went down to the West Building alone.
Sheng Ge did not see the old people scattered, and the ten miles long street was happy to find difficulties. Zhongding Mountain Forest is a dream, and the cold lamp remnant paper is full of afterlife.
A cry of preciousness —a sweet melancholy flowing through that preciousness