A prosperous life, but a romantic melancholy. Flicking, the sound is rustling, how many lonely souls slip through the fingers. The breeze and the moon, the spring color of the flowing water, the shore of the willows, what can not be walked out, is still the flowers in the dream. Shallow laughter and groaning, green clothes, strange stories of the past years, cold a few peach blossom water color. Little by little, like wisps of dark incense, piercing through all the old dreams. When butterflies are broken for flowers, who, a few whispers, waiting for whose lifelong expectations? Once young, embracing the sun; Once worked hard, chasing dreams; Once bumpy, like a lost lamb. Willing to be a confidant, lovesickness has a heart; The feeling is just close at hand, and the soul is haunting the heart.
In the red dust we are all passers-by, I am intoxicated with you, who is heartbroken for me? For whom do I stay in the vast sea of people? Who is waiting for me? How long can the scenery of the mirror flower and water moon be treasured? Red Dust smiled, for whom are you intoxicated, and for whom are you heartbroken? How many people live their entire lives? They have not found their true love, and how many people have lost themselves in the search... Under the sunset, I cried at the residual flowers, and secretly lamented that the flower thing should be over this spring, and who is the flower sweeper next year.
The night is long, the green lotus moon, the ink painted endless red makeup, the peach blossom face, the bodhi, the white rui has become a streamer. Strange willows blow less, and the hustle and bustle does not last long. Sheng song wine scattered sunset oblique, who for whom a lifetime of persistence. A wisp of light sorrow, a continuum of sorrow and hatred, the soul flying for a thousand years to find the end, can not wake up, the acacia people are haggard, and listen to thousands of tears in the middle of the night. After years of flowing, dreams return to the water's edge, smoke and waves shatter, people are drunk, red dust is rolling with tears, and the wind is passing away a touch of darkness and brittleness. Poured out the style, lonely face. Whose thoughts have been shattered? A wave of neon clothes, caressing the cold light of the moon, crossing the barrier of thousands of rivers and mountains, only for a short time.
Jiang Tian was free of fibrous dust, and the lonely moon wheel was in the sky. Whoever first saw the moon on the riverbank, the beginning of the river moon illuminated people. Ink fireworks, the drama is ruthless love-hate dilemma; Fall cherry blossoms, twilight sink the western mountains are full of hatred. Looking back, the song finally dispersed, who still danced with silk, sighed lightly, and tears flowed like water. The drama is regrettable, the micro work should be natural, who still stops to accompany, empty hope, streamers have been late. If you can not see, meet, wait, see, see, you can not love, do not read, do not tire, do not tire. Tearful, sleepless, faded and cool smoke.
Who has the scarlet tear mole in the corner of his eye to complete your prosperous life, and whose golden iron horse jiangshan has given you a stone-shattering joy. The world is out of my generation, once into the rivers and lakes years urge, the emperor's hegemony talks and laughs, and it is better to be drunk in life. One day when the tiger returns to the mountain, it will surely stain half of the sky with blood, and one day the dragon will get water, and the water of the Yangtze River will flow backwards. Time, thin memories, years, stumbling Shaohua, missing, but also disclosing frost; If, I want to drown you, I am the rain that drills my heart, and if, thoughts can surround you, I am the obsessive wind.
The aftertaste of the distant incense drifted closer, and the vows could not be smelled burning, and when the wishes were reduced to ashes, then prayed. The sea dead stone rots too little, the earth is desolate early, and the time is always longer and longer. No thoughts, can't tell the dream past. Willingly turned his back on the light. Just for you to stay by your side, I just want to, No, a lifetime of madness. You have to remember that in that month of that year, weeping willow purple Moluo City East. That's it, and the mountains and rivers never meet.
When you meet, you will forget that the wind and rain once looked like a golden hall. Looking back, the footprints of the journey that have been walked step by step, tears raining down, suddenly feeling sad, Xu or time is too merciless. So much so that I waved my clothes to cut off the clouds, could not bear to cry and listen, trapped in the thin and cool ferry port frequently looked back, in the future can not see the hope of the vision, just like this, often in the thousands of miles of smoke and waves sighed a cold and lonely sigh.
If the heavens crush me, split the day, and if the earth binds me, break the earth. We are born free, who dares to stand tall? On the pillow a book of three life oaths, earnest and junyu delay. The Buddha Bell Flower is drunk and dusty, and the obsession is difficult to become obsessed.
You said that the weak water is three thousand pours, only take a scoop to drink, but now you have rushed to another new wonderful story, I have returned to the past, but you can never go back to the original, the love song that you never forgot, the gripping melody, knocking on the cold heart, the beauty that has gone away, you have sung the result to others, only I am left to read, you no longer read everything!
In the gentle years, I only need to keep the fangfei of a flower, silent, deep, even if the time is getting older, careless, twisting my own subtle heart pulse, I will gently cover my face. Sorrow and joy and cold and warmth, not tepid in the table, not in the outside, not in the color, all settled into dust. For you, for me, it is the pure beauty of this season.
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