Looking back at prose is as light as the breeze.

Broken glass, dripping ink into a cold lock, fine pen how to write acacia Zen, especially sigh for a shallow edge! Angry red dust, a few degrees of thin and cool drizzle, exquisite falling beauty meteorite, helpless! Cut Kunlun Mountain and conquer Hongyu's heroism. I grieved for the people who walked with me for nine days, and I missed Qingchuan! Looking at the sea, the sky is magnificent and the waves are shocking, which is hard to hate! Look at the vast waves of smoke, look back a few times and step on Qiongzhou. Drunk cyan, pipa light and harmonious, lingering in the heart lock, solo! Flowers from Shui Piao to the water, snow dancing in the blue boat in spring. It's just a dream, the wind sings and the rain returns, and the tears flow! A song leaves a thousand points of sorrow, how can the fallen leaves solve the wind and frost sorrow! Purple red dust cut the red line, forget me and get drunk! What kind of life do you want? What a dream! If you want to play the pipa and look forward to spring, why not break your string and hand! Who * * * sunset glow tonight, the night wind deceives the candle shadow. Flowers don't bloom, just dream for one night. I am alone in Fengfengge, intoxicated by the spring breeze!

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A purple dress, shallow tulle dress. Forget the past life! Commitment in reincarnation, soul drift! If the heart city is not deserted, if Su Mo is still stained with blood! If the sadness in the brow is not enough to silently condense into a love story! If the gentle dream is just a coincidence! Then who is reluctant to part with the blood in my heart? Bone-stripping and pulse-clearing! Pain, who are you sad for! Maybe it's just text carving, heartbreaking legends, and the fall of love! A journey of mountains and rivers in autumn, sunrise and sunset will never stop! Where to stop, perhaps involuntarily, or a fate! Some are doomed, no matter how persistent and unwilling, they will still pass by! Just a little ink in the painting, a touch of cinnabar! Only a thin pen can remember what happened to that heartbreak! The more I want to hold it in my hand, the more I slip from my fingertips, and the pain is silent and unspeakable! When a new day begins, the afterglow of the morning sun shines on the earth, thinking that the warmth can be touched and the palm of your hand is spread out, only to find that it was also a mistake! Some things, some people may have been passers-by, but they can never be dissipated in their hearts. The shadow lingers at night, and the lonely heart makes my thoughts colorful! Quietly empty your heart and plant a bodhi tree! If the heart is colorful like glass bodhi, it is as light as the breeze. Keep the blue light scroll and wander in the text, which may make you less sad! It may be a relief for me! Perhaps in this way, I will stop at the ferry of missing, overlap with that dense dream, turn into a water lily, fragrant and carefree, and smile and recall the mistakes I made. .......

In fact, I envy those who write about happiness! I also want to let the words jump happily at the fingertips, give a piece of paper happiness, and interpret romance and lingering. But I can't. When words come to my pen, I can't escape that kind of sadness! I gave her my soul, the pain covered with blood! Always wandering in loneliness, some hesitation, my heart hanging in mid-air, no landing point! Life geometry, how far is it forever, why is it always unconsciously stranded, and I have been spinning in the same place! Perhaps life is a circle, turning around and finally returning to the starting point, but the heart has drifted far away! I still have something in my heart, a touch of attachment that I can't give up. My thoughts are gentle! Looking back indifferently, my back has long gone, but I have been lonely and messy in the same place, looking back at your past and mine. ......

Maybe I am still in your heart, maybe I am still in your dream! Maybe I have disappeared in your memory, maybe you have erased my trace! Maybe I'm just the rhythm of your song, maybe I'm just yours. A game! Maybe everything is just a meteor shower in the dream, maybe this is the end of the flower fall! Perhaps, I chose to be silent forever. Maybe, I've been stuck in the swamp all my life! Maybe you can't get rid of it until you die! Maybe you still love me, I always comfort myself so silly! Feather gauze does not cover the face, and no one can see sadness! Hide your sadness and you will shed less tears! Whether the morning sun rises or not, you can feel the warmth! Don't say anything, just pretend you didn't hear anything! If time stops, I can compromise with myself and go back to our yesterday! During the Qingming Festival, it rained in succession, and how many lovesickness fell, with a touch of sadness and an umbrella! Miss you in the rain, miss you in the dream, and blend in for a long time! You said you would be an umbrella in my heart, but when I was in the rain, you were gone! Looking at the left figure, I was speechless, tears slowly dripping, can't tell whether it is rain or heartbreak!

A pair of shadows, a pair of worries, get drunk first for the drinker! Who painted the cinnabar between the eyes and the tattoo! A lifetime of misty rain, a lifetime of love, actors play a scene of red! Blood-like enchanting life, biting pain, bad life! Thought is heavy, thought is heavy, and it can't be measured. One word: pain! Dreaming, lost in the spring. Fragrant, ecstasy, and a touch of shame! Peach blossoms in the spring breeze are still smiling, but no one is * * * tonight! Acacia string, playing Ling Fei several times, whimpering wind, blowing through the wounds of spring! Love with the wind, tears like beads. Drop into the peach blossom, crystal clear, shining with dazzling brilliance! That is the pain of the heart, and it may turn into a thousand trees with the wind, as enchanting as a rainbow! Also want to: lean on the rainbow to see the sun and the moon, laugh at the wind and rain! I am drunk when I drink fragrant flowers, and I am not worried about the world of mortals! Alas, I can't help it. I frown and burst into tears, speechless and a little worried! Delicate red hands, gently twisting the branches and smelling. When will the drunken dream stop?