Cherish the fate of dust, cherish the same hair, and dedicate your life to acacia in ink!
Bold pen and ink, free and easy brushwork, long rhyme and lingering fragrance.
Cherish the ink, remember the past, and enjoy your life between the lines!
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A gust of wind, a trace of coolness, and a piece of ink warm people's hearts! A leaf, a ray of thoughts, a acacia grow into a tree!
Recalling the past, in the world of mortals, a woman leaned against the table and studied ink with her sleeves. She was shy and silent, her eyes half closed. His pen is like a god. His pen is full of ink. His writing posture is smooth, his writing style is free and easy, his words are like dragons, and his potential is like the sea!
Elegant and fragrant, rhyme is like a person! She smiled and made her feel sweet and drunk all her life! She walked into his ink fragrance!
A pair of figures often depend on each other, intoxicated by the flowers! Two hands and a pen, write how affectionate the world is! Two smiling faces greet the sunrise and snuggle up to the bright moon!
The world of mortals is full of fragrance, the flowers are fragrant, the world is affectionate, and a lover is drunk!
A cold season, a snow, a piece of ink, all heartbreaking! A piece of snow, a little love, a snowflake drifting into winter!
She wanted to cry first, and her voice was full of sighs. She hates the world of mortals not being together. Cut a strand of hair and give it to her lover! Sprinkle a tear into the inkstone, study the tears and ink once, and study her deep care and love once! Pour out the heart of her life! Who can accompany her to live in a place close to happiness, and who can hide her ears from the noise of the world?
He didn't want to give up this feeling. His frown locked his attachment to her life. He didn't want to part, but he couldn't give her a quiet living space, with a sigh! Write a piece of ink for her, every word is full of true feelings for her, cherish the fate of dust, and cherish his lifelong acacia in ink!
Love your heart, express one by one, give it to Iraqis, fragrant and beautiful, and stay together in the afterlife! Take an autumn leaf and hold a snowflake, let it melt the sadness in your heart, drop it on the leaves and nourish the crazy acacia tree!
Compassion is easy, but it is difficult to be together! In the afterlife! Cause and end, suffering, is a piece of ink in her heart! I only hope that the ink will follow the Iraqi people and send acacia to the end of the world.
A pen, a lifetime! In a word, a love! I can't bear to cherish each other and dedicate my life to acacia!
Two acquaintances, two acquaintances, two happy, two dependent! The two men looked at each other and said they were lovesick!
Look at each other and look back! Turn around, I'm leaving! Reluctant to part, shed a lifetime of acacia tears!
Two lovesickness, two pull, two as soon as possible, two face to face! The two of them are faithful to each other and suffer from two lovesickness hearts!
With his little ink, I stayed in the depths of acacia in the world of mortals, waiting for my return day after day, opening and closing, feeling his pen and ink countless times, trying to read him between the lines, as if he was coming towards her from the ink, and his breath made her dizzy again, and a cool breeze passed by. It turns out that this is just a dream of acacia! The paper mark that is about to break can no longer stand the thousand folds of acacia! In the west wind, a woman is standing on the edge of the horizon, clutching this ink that is about to be broken by acacia day by day. From youth to a few white hairs, two lines of tears have exhausted her life's worries, and she is not old! The heart has not returned to the sea of tears!
Look up and enjoy the ink, and the ink and tears are wet. Bow your head and worry about others. Acacia is not old enough. Just look at what word it is, and no one returns to the world of mortals. The ink is fragrant around the nose, and the rhyme is leisurely and intoxicating. The world of mortals cherishes ink, but the feelings of selflessness remain the same.
Appreciate the whole life between the lines! Day after day, where are you? Year after year, love is getting old!
I am infatuated with ink and cherish Mo Bao. I shed tears and reminisced about the past. I shed acacia by moonlight, hoping to call back the heart of the Cape.
I miss my husband in my heart, but I know that my love will end, and I will leave a tear towel alone by the breeze and tears.