White tea is nothing but waiting for the wind. The breeze is lonely, and I dreamed of you in my dream.
3. I am you and I am what you want.
4. Tears in the sea, clouds in Wushan, and the world of mortals suddenly look back, and the face like a flower, like the tenderness of the sea, will shine endless light and shadow, carving eternal beautiful moments in the history books. Tonight, I stay away from the blue boat and the grass; I don't want to dance on the willow tree, and I don't remember flying flowers. The clouds are broken and the shadows are oblique; The geese passed by and settled quietly. At this point, I just want to be with you, * * * ChanJuan.
This feeling is nothing more than the broken fireworks. I like to keep the wine and pour a thousand cups.
6. Listen to the rain in front of the window and read Jun 'an.
7. Even though we parted ways and lived happily ever after, you were written into his life. Although it is not lasting, it is the most colorful.
8. Ink dyed moss brow sand.
9. Lishan language stops at midnight, and tears do not complain.
10. Go to the willow tip on the moon, about after dusk.
1 1. If you make any mistakes, I will never breathe.
12. No one can stop the stabbing of a broken soul.
13. One point and two widths, each has its own fun.
14. As beautiful as flowers and jade, it seems like a fleeting time. You can go back, but you can't go back to the beginning.
15. The fate of dust has always been like water, with few tears. Why not be affectionate and hurt yourself for life?
16. I miss it, but you don't miss it anymore.
17. Lone star broken, dream broken, clothes cold. Yan in the mirror, looking through the curtains under the thin moon, is full of sadness in expectation. I always want to avoid those memories about you, return to the final peace, and make my heart calm and calm. However, at the moment of turning your head, you forgot the tenderness of the Millennium and planted an unforgettable injury for me in this life; If you are drunk, you will be drunk and have endless worries in this life. Inside and outside the volume, every word is engraved in my heart, but only one song sings the same story and fades into my heart.
18. How many beauties are listless, and how many pieces of acacia are broken, leaving only blood and tears.