I wish that the king would stroke a piano in front of him, and the mountain flowing water would be grateful to Zhiyin.
Hugh asked Red Dust how much had happened, and tears welled up.
Under the moon, enjoy the stars together, and look at XiaoMeixin in front of the window.
Red sleeves add incense and comfort, so the heart of the people.
The moon in front of the lonely window is bright. Three more shattered dreams drift to zero.
The old things are like smoke and tears.
I am fortunate to be able to meet in this life, and I am sad and miserable for no reason.
Take a petal of fragrant incense and remember the past.
Quiet night street lights are sparsely shaded. The window is cold and the moon is accompanied by people.
A song of alpine strings is about to break, and tears are stained.
Where did the broken heart fall? Flattening the other side and returning.
Alone with idleness, no good dreams, hatred and misery.
A season of red and bright spring color, bees flying butterflies dance around the fragrant bushes.
Night rain knocked on the branches one after another, small building east.
The old dream of three thousand books and ink, idle a few strands and with the wind.
I pity the flying flowers and flowers pity me, do not hurry.
Sit still and watch the clouds. The ice was clear and untouched.
Ukiyo Ishi is like a dream, leaving no trace.
Keeping the feelings of pride and arrogance, innocence is difficult to change is the original intention.
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