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From here, there are traces of water coming down.
It's not my brother's bow, and it's not the Hanjue Hotel.
It's a car from zhangjiagang, coming at a gallop.
Years later, in front of you
I can only retreat sideways.
If it weren't for middle age, a heart
Why are you willing to stay at eighteen?
Put on beautiful national costumes, one by one.
Nostalgic red cloth buttons brought me into the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
How many dreams have not yet awakened, and how many people are drifting away.
The wind gently blows the willow, which is also the tenderness of my bow.
There is often dust on the nose, which falls in the palm of your hand.
Wet, follow the running water and go with the wind.
Some dreams still linger in my arms.
The old European man walked through the crowd and photographed my flowered clothes.
Not to be outdone by handsome guys in previous lives, hold your waist.
Left hand around, right hand silent.
If you have an undercurrent in your heart, just say it with your eyes.
Have a sword, dance and think a lot.
I can't shout pain, I can only look forward.
Pretend everything. I also long to be a fish.
Swim around happily, as long as it is not delicious.
It's good to be alive. Fishtail swing
Ripples went round and round, drunk the trees on the shore and the surrounding grass.
Stop wandering and let the old days come back to you.
Comb a braid and shake the awning boat.
Avoid the rain in the sky and welcome the smiling face of the sun.
Be absorbed in one's thoughts
This beautiful scenery is accompanied by a cool breeze and a bright moon.
Because of the dearest person in my dream, I am indulgent and careless.
I am here, in the sunny and cloudy old street.
Sing that song that is getting lighter and lighter, and put your back
Go further and further
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The small bridge crosses the running water, and the green water embraces the blue sky.
There are stars dancing at night, blue bricks and tiles.
It's people in the distance on the road
There is a light and shadow beside the pavilion.
The crescent lintel is inlaid with young girls.
There are often fairies picking lotus under the night.
Looking back, the car went to the mountain and people were constantly flowing.
Birds fly over heaven on earth.
White clouds are above the surface of Yangcheng Lake.
Jinji Lake surfs on the shore at night.
In the moonlight, the breeze blew the flowers.
Qilishantang Qutong Luzhi Ancient Town
Rows of pictures are a bit intoxicating.
The water lilies in Humble Administrator's Garden scooped up a handful of green water.
Sing the shadow step by step.
Who is sitting next to the miniature of the dragon on the porch?
The breeze and the bright moon, I asked the sky wine.
Suppose a figure is next to a wooden column.
The myth of planting alone
Stones and pavilions are suspicious of each other.
Half a step away and half a step closer. north
Still a true feeling, young lies dripping from my hair.
Soft bamboo strips weave splendid history, and the ceiling is like an umbrella.
One story after another has been passed down through the ages.
The four seasons hang behind them like vines.
Embroidered mother's heart is a rainbow of seven colors.
Who are you standing opposite when you wave?
At the foot of the heart motionless.
How many towers are full of dreams?
How many people flashed by?
The ancient stage folds the past history.
Being electrocuted in the air is a thousand years.
Are you drunk or not? This cup
Come on, let's go. Zuimei May
Suppress the inner flame, quietly.
Find a reason to leave.
Understand and forgive the cold sword at the end of the year
Yes, with a smile, love and hate.
finish off the drink with one gulp