Listening to the wind on a rainy night, raindrops hit my heart, and the piano is melodious outside the window. who is it? Yan Lanruo sunseeker, hanging curtains in the breeze and drizzle. who is it? Forget the misty rain in the old city, it's as quiet as a pool, and leave a clear seat. Roses in the rain, roses are still red, lilacs are still lonely, wisteria has a long heart, and bloom's feelings are still the same when he was young. Who can compare with the blue of dreams? Who is the Iraqi tender feelings like water for? Beautiful as summer flowers, the night falls in the rain of buttonwood, and the lily in the rain loves silence and stares at the water side. Listen attentively, Haitang remains the same, the wind has passed the old days, and Xiaoxiang night rain dyed the original boat. Ink dyed green, painted at dawn, petal snow, cherry blossoms like snow in that season, love to stay sad, sword flowers misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
In the midsummer, misty rain is still there. Through the drizzle, it soothes Jianuo's heart rain, makes her heart calm and happy among the flowers, smiles, keeps the Pinellia time and keeps an elegant low profile. Take a rest after the rain, brush away the rain dreams and dust, gently pull the rainbow after the rain, take a ray of gorgeous sunset, rise to the top of the world, listen to roses, watch the butterfly dance flying in the wind, grow with time and be happy with time. Small garden fragrant road, a pure heart, lush grass, stained with lavender, like a crystal apple, bright and transparent. The courtyard is deep, and it is a blooming Pinellia ternata. Pick a white cloud, take it with sincerity, persistence and yearning, and leave a cloud of Shui Xin. Be a swallow chasing dreams, wearing a rainbow of seven colors, far away from the broken bridge bank, looking forward to a person on the road of red dust, looking at happiness with true feelings, loving life forever, and not being alone in the rainy lane.
The fate of the sky endows the years with aestheticism, and the dialogue between the stars and the moon is a silent listening and a distant beauty. A moon accompanied by a blue meteor shower burns a dancing melody in a corner of the soul, capturing the beauty of moonlight through the faint moonlight. Wise words haunt my heart, the wind pulls the plane tree, and the wish to shed starlight everywhere blooms on the silent and grand other shore. On such a dark night, a kind of love rises in my heart. Say a word of bedroom eyes to you, and it's enough to shout baby sweetheart. Perhaps, I can't bear to part with my love, the moon is as bright as jade, and I am only happy because of you. Lucky opportunities, unlimited love, my heart is eternal, and I want to love you as time goes by. Watching flying flowers at night with you is like dreaming. When I woke up, I was still excited for you.
The bridge is flowing, the moon is in the water, the moonlight is slightly reflected, the blue ocean is whispering, and it is fascinating. Purify a beauty with quietness, be quiet and stable with a better mood than purple, pass by thin and cool, keep a beautiful heart, listen to the rain and smell the fragrance, and watch Leng Yuxuan. Open your heart to the sea, swing the green boat in your heart and be an ocean star. The cloud by the sea is still a warm harbor deep in your soul. On a full moon night, turn into a little firefly, follow the meteor shower, fly to the other side of love, and light up your heart. Pour a pulse of bamboo wind, drink a cup of bamboo forest tea, fate this life, laugh at the dust.