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Your beautiful image comes from the top of the snowy mountain.
Your flexibility is to learn the posture of Gongsun's sword dance.
Along the way, the sun carries life.
The road is long and Xiu Yuan, and the water is like a snake, winding on the barren land of our ancestors. But the ribbon fluttering in the wind is the most unforgettable.
Shining tears.
At the moment, you are like the most beautiful woman in the East. Did you hear it during the trip?
-there is a clear andante, singing and dancing?
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Your life is related to the struggle between the shore and the fish.
From silent infiltration to ground fissure landslide!
It's a trickle, but it's its duty to break the stone. Day after day, the scars will still hold high the tenacity of the dripping stone.
-A sound that shook the earth, penetrated the clouds and the moon eight thousand miles away, and penetrated the course of cold wind and heavy rain in the majestic.
Sitting in the endless echo, I saw it.
Some souls would rather die than die,
Enemy with the shore, companion with the fish.
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Your face, clear ripples, are deeply fixed on the peach blossom that occasionally looks back fondly that year. Eyes as pure as water,
There are a pair of bright eyes with round eyes.
Imagine, in the distance, the ripples are rippling, the smoke of water rises, turns around the flowers, rotates gently, and finally turns into water.
Colored egrets, beaches, clear water and blue sky. . . .
And the boy standing gently by the water, singing from a distance, is deeply in love with the laid-back woman on the grounds of some extremely shy poems.
, across the water.
Confrontation, misty rain on both sides, poetry and love are just separated by a sigh.
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You wander in the wind, and the silent piano music fades away quietly.
Roses playing in the air began to give off fragrance and bloom invincible.
In my eyes, a dark yearning happened to grow on my green cliff, and a breeze brushed my face. A year passed.
Dear moss, dye your temples white. -the charming beauty of that year has now quietly passed away!
It's just you know what?
Even though the years are getting older, the fish tail of the past has been harvested in your eyes.
Can be infatuated with me, and the eyes I looked through yesterday, never, refused to change!
Above 3000 meters, you can overlook the forest garden.
At this moment, I will try my best to look at you, sad water, my gentle bride.
When were you so sad that you cried? When your heart is filled with grateful joy.
And the one you copied in the past, Danqing Ink and Painting Danqing Volume: When the temple bell rang, the light of self-pity was gone.
It suddenly shrinks into an island and is reflected in the image you watch. -in a flash, there is an unforgettable acacia sharp into a sword.
Through your heart a long time ago.
A stroke of genius is meaningful.
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Wandering in the distance, in the pottery pots in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a stinging sound of the Book of Songs.
From the moment you cast the bronze sword, you are far away from the home of civilization. The method of pumping water has been silently experienced for thousands of years.
After the news, it was finally forgotten by history.
In the long river of time, there is a faint fragrance.
An ancient voice echoed on the water.
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One night, when the tide of time fills the pool of life, the dream of a thousand years blooms brilliantly in the dark moonlight.
However, crawling under the vast starry sky, as calm as you are, will you still cherish words like gold?
Will the lingering shadows of swept away butterflies and smiling wings touch your strongest hidden in flexibility?
Part?
-transparent memory will eventually slide in the most fragile form?
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A thousand years, in a flash.
Just, gentle water, I am hanging by the river tonight. What attitude should I face you with?
The life of a wise man relished by later generations is just a whirlpool where innocence and filth meet; Wandering around the world
I'm already stuck in the mud. -a pure heart, like at the beginning, has become exhausted in the wandering of this life!
Perhaps, only in the dream, Gao Jie and I have the courage to walk to the end of the water. In the honest and frank laughter of our predecessors,
Chose the spotless sinking.
The water of ideas crossed the magnificent river today. I salute you and myself with a very sincere attitude!
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