2. On the bank of the agarwood pavilion, peony in the spring breeze and acacia in the window are like water rouge under the dim light, Jiangnan in the dream, and a pair of misty and charming eyes are as soft as spring breeze and moist as rain and dew, depicting the eyebrows of this bend. Can we meet each other on strangers when our faces return? If you don't know the flower language, who is the flower lingering with? A wisp of acacia is soft and stretched. If you want to return to your heart from a clean stream, your thoughts will be hazy, your eyes will be white, and you will look at Lian Bu Mountain.
3, light as water, clear as tea, flying between your fingers. There is a soul in the wind, a shadow in the fog and youth buried in the rain. Hair like snow, Yan Ruyu, aloof and arrogant. When everything is seen thoroughly, it is uncomfortable to suddenly feel awake. When the soul is hurt, I suddenly understand that there is too much helplessness and too much shouldn't. Loneliness has become a belief. I use loneliness to heal my wounds, use blood as ink, build a city and make flowers invincible, and use tears as clothes to perform absolute beauty! The night is dim and the moonlight is like ruins. Flowers fall from the heart and the rain is deep, and prosperity is full of tears.
4. Light a heart lamp, retreat into the square inch, write a watch on the edge of the sky, and the shouts of voices grow wildly along the thread of missing. Unforgettable warmth and memory in this life, dignified as scarlet chest, dipped in faint ink and affectionate, carefully sketched, filled with warm poems of true feelings, the most beautiful love in this life. ...
5. Walking along the river bank, watching the bleak clouds under the moon pour out the sorrow of the world, the smoke cage Leng Yue is full of sand, the boat near Qinhuai has gone away, and the moonlight is making a faint shadow, dreaming of the New Year. Sitting alone at the door of the attic, watching the dust and hoofbeat on the road, there was a different scene when I came.
6. April in Fang Fei is full of poetic dreams. With a warm and comfortable feeling, walking along the beautiful coastline of the years and looking up, the blue nature is dyed into a continuous picture. In the swaying of the breeze, I danced gracefully with quiet feelings, remembering eternal youth.
7. Send the heart of a lotus into the fleeting time and turn it into an orchid silently, like water like a fairy. I just want to twist a poem, write a book with pictures, drink a little wine, sing a song, and that's it. Quietly guarding an Enron, light ink, silent love, silent love.
8, in this life, the wind and smoke have passed, holding the world of mortals, facing the morning and evening, making words for love. Two people depend on each other, like flowers, you are my only warmth, undeniable, and the bustling lips are lingering. That day, the sky was gloomy, just like my mood. Stepping on broken sadness, my eyes are frosted, the wind blows, and the cold remains. Close your eyes, I can't remember your complete smile, the Millennium red dust, and at this moment, my world began to snow.