I can eat chaff and I can recognize coarse cloth. Don't miss mulberries when cooking wine.
I stand like a pine and cypress, and I walk like the wind, but it is difficult to cover up all kinds of floating life.
Whether you are a beauty or a fish, you just planted a big dream.
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Come like the sun, and leave like sand. It's different from squinting.
Whether I am lonely or not, I find it difficult to meet old people.
? Zhimafan
Your chuckle is a poem, not a sentence, and your tears are full of acacia.
I also hold candles, advance wave after wave, and add some red candles if I don't see you.
molybdenum
You are a poem, not a sentence, where to find poetry and distance.
I can drink spirits, and the world is feasible, just to hold hands and look at each other.
Be her hero
Your eyes are poems, your tears are words and your smile is shy and reserved.
I can break a knife and write a poem, but I look at myself and enjoy myself.
@ Yumantoluo
Your moment is a poem, your low eyebrows and your silence make me hate.
I can go to heaven or go to hell. I'm not afraid to miss you for years.
? The ceremony is like a dream.
Flowers when I went, fruits when I came back, and stars and dots along the way.
My light is burning, the road is still long, and there is a light at the end of the road.
? Heart abuse
I love you as a poem and miss you as a word. The meeting at that moment locked in love.
Wealth is accompanied by poverty, and fate is inseparable.
? @ User 7548847638 ...
Your lips are poems, your silence is words, and you keep talking and talking.
I often talk alone, and I like playing the harp and singing best. Why can't I draw a skirt and remember it's frost?
? @ Silly
You read me like a poem, cold as a word, leaving me intoxicated with acacia.
I eat porridge and fruit, three meals are tasteless, and I have to prepare two bowls and chopsticks if I can't see you.
? Nanqi
You laugh easily, but your poems are not as good as yours, not to mention the spring breeze.
Unknown candlelight, no more lovesickness, no more alcohol, the end of the world is not far away.
There is no need for affectation. If you come back, it will be like the first time.
Don't roll onions for pancakes
When you look back at a poem, laughter is a word, and think that morning and evening are empty.
Left also wants to, right also wants to, toss and turn winter and summer golden pillow wet.
@ furong
You walk for poetry and live for words, and the vast cold mountains are full of temples.
I lit incense in the temple, the courtyard was beautiful and purple, and the threshold was only a few feet, so I dared not think rashly.
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You are also a poem when you walk, and a poem when you lie down. Why are there fireworks?
I also eat chaff, I recognize food, and I have a smile from Hua Dan.
? Yeah, yeah.
Your stumbling is a poem, your nagging is a word, and your tears are full of silver.
I haven't been home for several years, and the Iraqis have all passed away, mentally isolated, and left people in tears.
@ Dian Dian Dian Dian.
When you look back at poetry, silence is a word, and your eyes are full of enthusiasm.
I can wake up in my dream, drink wine and pursue the three-mile breeze.
Too paranoid.
Looking back, you are a poem, smiling is a word, and your face is full of tears, but you dare not wipe it.
I only miss you at night, and I miss you every night.
@ Night Ink Rain @
Think about it in front of you, and miss it when you leave. Tea and wine are cooked in another house.
My smile is euphemistic, my pain is weak, and I regret it.
@ XI
You love the wind, you don't love the rain, you embrace and love each other.
I wore red clothes and watched my dreams become empty. I vowed never to meet again.
@ empty hearrt
You missed it when you left, and you became a stranger when you came back. Thirteen years you miss home, you lament, I smile and talk about the past. Cherish each other, don't also difficult, see, more difficult. In this world, you can live up to the Tathagata, and you can live up to the Tathagata.
@ Time is getting old. Good boy.
Your blushing is an emotion, your jealousy is an injury, and the dust is silent.
I am in rags, you are in tears, and I will accompany you all my life.
Shi Qi
Your tears are poems and your smiles are words. When did you first see that day?
I miss the old site every day, and you take care of your husband with your children.
@ 2 am
Your joy is a poem, your sadness is a sentence, and your laughter and laughter all start again.
I also hold my childhood, staring into a delusion, only talking about cooking wine, only talking about tea.
? @ obscene @
You turn like a poem and look back like a word. Even if I have three or two grains of bran, I'll let you eat at ease.
But without troubled times, the world is at peace. You can't stop your prosperity and satisfaction. This poem has no words, no words.
? @ Lillian
You take off your armor to protect it and put on your clothes to protect it. I only hope that the prosperity will be clear and peaceful.
I am homeless and safe. My lovesickness is true, but I miss my old lover.
@ Love Letter to the Future
Your laughter is a song, not a sentence, and the aftertaste you feel with your heart is full of mutual knowledge.
I also drink turbid water, and I am eager to start. When I see you again, I will see some hair on my temple.
? @ Kyle Lin Ziyi