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00 years of reincarnation, whose eyes have been fascinated by the world of mortals? Whose yesterday did you get in this luxurious world? A tunnel through time and space, a wave of wandering past lives. Inadvertently lost in the journey, I once again returned to Jiangnan in my dream. On that day, peach blossoms were flying and green silk was blowing willows. Qian smiled and looked at half makeup. Caressing a song, whose heart has been intoxicated by the lyre for thousands of years? Confused, I was shocked by that glance, fell into that glance, and sank for a thousand years.
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00 ah, grinding ink agarwood, poetic Jiangnan who caresses reincarnation? ...
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The trace of 00 years has taken away the beauty of the past. Colorful glass is eclipsed by moonlight and quicksand. How many dreams do you have of following the moon, falling butterflies and laughing at fireworks? The breeze doesn't understand floating clouds, and it doesn't know what to do for several times. When drunk, I don't know that time is running out, but I only know how to laugh. A person watching the stars shift, I don't know how things have changed. A graffiti, lying listening to the bitter tears of previous lives, faint fragrance smiles at the fate of the world.
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The breeze is swaying gently, the frost shadow is urging flowers, recalling the appointment of the old year, and my thoughts are publicized. Fallen leaves splash melancholy, regret turns into solidified loneliness, suffocating crystal, and grinds into melancholy poems.
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Before my eyes, the phantom fluttered, spread my mind with me, and slipped into my heart inadvertently. I am old and young, and I have struggled with many emotions, joys and sorrows. I don't know when I can turn back. Fragrant dust is hard to give up, yesterday's feelings interweave into a grain of sand, blowing away the silence, turning into a blurred image, lingering in my heart, hard to say its taste!
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It's cool in autumn here, flying flowers are cool, and the world is separated several times. Feelings are delicate and swaying. Matter sighs and leaves fall in the wind. However, I was arrogant and forgot that it was a thousand knots. I don't know once upon a time, I was entangled in spring worries and autumn grievances. I didn't enjoy myself. The moment when I looked back and smiled was engraved in my heart and became an indelible mark.
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In October, no one said anything, and the years passed several times in the world. It's hard not to talk when you look at the world of mortals and misty rain river! I don't know how to correct my mistakes, just like a frozen picture. Feelings are long, and those pains and feelings again and again are just an empty dream in retrospect.
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00 books are not full of words, words are not full of meaning! How to measure the world of mortals and who to spend your life with? Why are the temples of Tonghe white when looking for those who hold hands? And the joys and sorrows left behind are interspersed in my heart, like a willow tree. The reason is deep, the reason is shallow, everything is just because of this, Chen Nuo, no one can forget, stay in the world of mortals!
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00 hazy wish, faint and difficult to write, who is hesitating in the world of mortals? Under the moon, silently remember your feelings. Gently touch those unforgettable and scarred footprints, set foot on the pen tip, and sprinkle the vicissitudes of life. We met a month ago, and now, with the arrival of autumn, fragrance pays for the building. Vague gestures like yesterday, thousands of stacks of plain notes became inscriptions, but books fell into obscurity. The noise is getting farther and farther, and there is no persistence. What's more, when will Xie Chunhong and Qian Feng return to the museum? Looking forward to, wandering, deep. Lonely!
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00 degrees, flat eyebrow shallow painting, a bunch of flowers, if the wind borrows, drunk to turn over a few pages. Who wrote a dream book in the west wing? Don't be jealous, but also take advantage of the scenery. To the cold, invite Chang 'e to get drunk with the bright moon. Leave loneliness for a while.
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Love is like dust, the most floating and tangled. The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw in the west is shocked. Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing. The world of mortals is stirring, the autumn wind and the bright moon are cold, and the affectionate eyebrows are locked. How can we see through this gain and loss? Then, wave goodbye and be free and easy for thousands of silver flowers. ...