I remember, in my life, if we meet each other as before, it would be amazing, and it would be difficult to read the romantic feeling. Who, the breeze looks into your eyes, you are missing. I'm frozen in Hanguguan, and I'm in Acacia City. The door is as deep as the sea. You read the Acacia Sutra, I cried and asked about my future, and several people saw through it. A peach blossom in a mile, a breeze to send wine, a door for one night, I don't know how to break the door, watching Feng Shui, sad. Peach blossoms in Erli, red makeup laughing at me, Jianghu Iraqis, writing about the eternal Qingfeng Mountain, flowing eastward, there is no chance to get together again.
Three-mile peach blossom, married in the heart, people miss each other, the dream is hard to understand, Leng Yue meets, looks back again, and tears are wasted after many years. Peach blossoms in the four miles, meteor chasing the moon, a glimpse of love, nine days of the Milky Way, a period of ruthlessness, dyeing Fang Zun, looking back at empty tears, sitting on the moon's eyes, life is flawless, drinking wine all over the world, dreaming of Conan, loving you and me, just romantic feelings, swaying Buddha nature. Peach blossoms in Wuli, but the world of mortals, a love song, pour the beauty of the country, not into my eyes, wholeheartedly folded, life and death depend on each other, Naiheqiao, Sanshengshi refused.
Peach blossoms in six miles, one point flowing water, seven points human feelings, two points tears, and boundless affection, this song is hopeless, and the road is a mirage. Peach blossoms in Qili are flashy, prosperous and changeable, warm and cold, and rainy days are true. Once hesitant, now admire, holding peach blossoms. Peach blossoms in Bali, flowers want to be red, people want the moon, acacia hangs, tears stay in the sky, look at each other step by step, bid farewell to the past, and waste years. Nine miles of peach blossoms, without words, are hard to read with your heart, and the fragrance of flowers is hard to remember. Ten points guide China, but you are worried that too many paintings will be written off. Ten-mile peach blossom, predestined relationship in the past life, written in this life, peach blossom legend in the coming year. Knowing that asking again is just a joke.
The word wind and rain, a person's past, looks back differently, people are at dusk, dreams are in Conan, a few drops of tears, people in the sunset, Xiao Qiao Pipa, and the world is romantic. Painting the soul at night, talking to the world, a period of melancholy, wandering wholeheartedly, not listening to words, only to know that the world is rich, even if flowers bloom and fall. I know that people's hearts are cold and clear, but I don't see red makeup. I don't know how to say goodbye. I only read two lines of romance, and the years are silent. When the east wind blows, it rains at night, and I see a stream of flowers, a scene of flowers, and ten fingers of lead. Just ask a paragraph of sorrow, a few people are worried about autumn, the moon is hazy, and flowers are frivolous. One day in June, the snow closed the mountain and said, "Wait for the door, be a man in the afterlife, never see you again, just say goodbye, but hang up a mess."
A song of the phoenix begging for death, a period of sorrow, a song of the soul, a three-minute autumn moon, I don't know how many people under the moon, the meteor shines on me, watching the flowers bloom in the world, laughing extraordinary. Intermittent life, a sad song, watching the phoenix, telling the whole life, only to know that time is short and life is impermanent. Say goodbye to tears, watch a floating talk, dance of the wind, farewell of songs, it's too fragile, Kirin jade, wither and thank you, farewell to the rivers and lakes forever, life is hard to say. Everyone knows, but it's hard to say. Who knows human feelings? Thank me for falling flowers, wrinkling my skirts, burning out my youth, and a pile of broken souls contending. Sweeping the mountains and rivers, not seeing the moon, complaining, fighting with wine, not talking about the afterlife storm, is a sin, Meihua Temple, people are not at the end, singing the afterlife.
Heart, cut short and leave a lingering fragrance, people, lonely and desolate, night trips, heartbroken, once lonely, now enjoying themselves, autumn and moon days, leaving the world. The geese fly around all their lives, and the residual snow is empty. People are not things, Hua Menghan, the story of kissing Sim, night bodhi. Who is empty, but there is no way. Miss autumn, miss people, the world is not cold as a picture, the corner is difficult, sad, the world is helpless, cold and arrogant, people look up to the sky, pity three, bridges are flowing, life is fragrant, and flowers are on earth.
The new word "cooking wine" means spending the whole month indulging, dreaming about the autumn night, setting the sun, making the world spend me cold, making the teenager wear out, his hair drooping and his white hair floating. In a cool breeze, ten fingers shine and a piece of paper is full of ink. After reading the ancient style, I realized that without words, romance is like a shuttle, and piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are just a hook to leave sorrow and end life. The sky on the stage, the tenderness in the heart, a romantic piece of paper, the leftovers are warm, and smallpox is not greedy. Wandering around the world, I am too busy to draw an elegant and youthful picture, but I have never raised my eyebrows in my life.
Plum blossom, no yearning, peach blossom dream, seven feet of love, September red makeup is a flash in the pan. Water is connected with the sky, and people are connected with the moon, which is a write-off. The Yangtze River water, the east wind tears, and the shuttle are enough to look back, and the dream is looking back, and the rest of my life is empty, thinking about it. Tenderness is like water, flowers bloom, one by one, only to know that the rest of my life is just a romantic period. Hongri, quiet people, quiet as me, years like songs, a poem, sent to helplessness, helplessness, a phoenix and phoenix do not get together, phoenix is silent, phoenix does not believe.
I didn't know I was in trouble until I fell into the Jianghu. I didn't know my dream was over until I complained about the sea of people. I didn't know until I sang a song. Looking back with a smile, the sword is silent, life is like a dream, the wind is heartbroken, the autumn wind is broken, and ten years of life and death are just a sound. Blue bay, autumn moon, romantic thrush, vicissitudes of life, a sad song, difficult to say and sing, only to know the injury, regret for life, bleak pipa for a while. The autumn wind laments the winter tears, and the cold thoughts recall the arrogance of the wind, hiding in the cold, laughing till night, and the wind is off.
Huayue Mountain, freezing in the cold, and the west wind entering the theater, only then did I know that I would meet again in the future, and I would dream happily, which was too far away from hating the Yangtze River. Ruthless people, Leng Yue wind, broke the prosperity, hurt the waning moon, life should not be unique, take a break, the scenery is flawless, how many hearts are broken, and the world has been empty for years. Nantianmen, Huashan sword, a song into the sky, nine feet, empty tears, snow without a trace. A glass of wine persuades you to walk ten miles, a peach blossom in one mile, an affair in three miles, a broken dream and an unforgettable world of mortals.
A messy, wrong acacia, missed life, too many complaints, and the ending of the song is just a formality. Who, the breeze asked me, the night rain withered, human right and wrong, missed a hazy. After the pipa line was cut short, several people read it thoroughly, and it was the bleak period, and the world was right and wrong. Ask me how many flowers bloom and fall, which is not as good as the previous issue. The first issue has flowed, deep and shallow, one has passed, one has fallen, and this life has been written off. Look at the flowers, wrong, wrong, a teenager, moonlight breeze, a teenager who cooks wine is silent.
Listen, the flowers of wind chimes, a sea of people, a beautiful dream, a song of the people and a starry sky. The beauty of the world, the tears of flowers, the vicissitudes of life, the gestures are all in vain, the flowers are in vain, the wind is broken, the human feelings are too beautiful, the moon is half bent, and people are not in the center. Suspicion, aging for a long time, middle age, a few fallen flowers, peach blossom temples, human phoenix flowers, ancient temple dreams, how many autumn winds keep people's hearts, acacia, acacia, acacia is a world thing. Make mistakes again, life is simple, ordinary geometry, how to write tomorrow after a while.
Wandering dream, a phoenix song, lost my heart, how many days are quiet, how many rains are quiet, and I miss you on sunny days. You are my eyes. A burst of rain on the road, a burst of flowers in my mind, romantic feelings, not as strong as flowers on earth, Naihe Bridge, a glass of Zen, three stones. Fate, not afraid of hurricanes, fate, not afraid of rain, popularity hurts feelings, love is sad, three lives, how many lives are scattered, how many lives are chaotic. The bright moon is hanging in the sky, people are confused, the world is so big, sadness comes so quickly, you are infatuated with a cup and drunk.
A dream of Conan, a painting of China, a ghost lamp, a human smile, a little amorous feelings, a full moon of flowers, right and wrong, a full stop, just a meteor. Who dreams, no longer hesitates, is a kind of feeling, no longer regrets, Tian Ke, flowers and the moon, dreams on earth, ringing night rain, windy year, light on earth, wrong kite, phoenix dance for nine days. There is love in the sky, there is a beautiful dream on earth, good flowers bloom again, and youth never comes again. If you lie down and watch the customs of the ages, if you leave the grass in snuff, who will untie the wind chimes and see through the south bridge Tianshan Mountain?
The sound of horseshoes is messy, a mile of peach blossoms is scattered, and a mile of red makeup is shallow. Fate is cause and effect, right and wrong, whose tenderness is wrong, lingering sound. There was a gentle breeze and drizzle, and at dusk, people dispersed, without soul, how many tears the teenager shed, how many sorrows people dispersed, unforgettable days, Naiheqiao, people in smallpox, words were oscillating, hovering right and wrong, hiding right and wrong, right and wrong. That lamp, stained with years and dreams, shattered youth, sentiment and dispelled elegance. This journey, seamless and beautiful, is gone forever. The autumn wind is gone. Look back.