The moon is reflected in the autumn lake, and the shadow is alone, watching the maple leaves drifting away, passing by the east water! Hundreds of flowers have fallen but still have lingering fragrance. The tears in this life are comparable to the water of the West Lake, bitter and indescribable. How can they be compared to the flowers that bloom and fall, and the branches are full of buds when spring comes? The green grass in spring is not accompanied by you. I appreciate the redness of this life. Even if there are thousands of hectares of pink, I have no intention of admiring flowers. How can one have unparalleled youth and be able to pass away in such a short time? The flying sparrows fell from the branches, and the two swallows were delighted to fly away, leaving only the abundant flowers that reflected the redness of the mountain. ?
The lotus flowers are blooming at the beginning of summer, and the lotus pond is full of lotus. The boat is floating in the water, and I miss you so much. I pick a lotus leaf as paper, and my tears as ink, to express a timeless love in the world. That year, the tree was used as a matchmaker to serve as a mirror for heaven and earth, and the bamboo was used as a cup. After drinking a cup of wine, they made a promise for the next life. Playing the piano for you, all kinds of pride dance on the rice paper, painting a garden full of spring scenery, with butterflies flying for a lifetime.
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Hope to adopt