The body is cold and charming, the word is cold and beautiful, the teenager leaves, hates the sky, dreams are flashy, the years are dripping, people are careless, the leaves of the phoenix tree fall in autumn, the plum blossoms are branded, the strings are floating, a song flows late, the mirror table is cut like a picture, the beautiful face, the rainbow building, the waterless scenery, meditation, the Yi Chan world and the mirror table.
No worries in this life, passing by in the afterlife. Naihe Bridge, three rains, broken drums and strings, life is thin about the east wind, which means that the night is hazy. When lighting the lamp, asking for the moon's blossom falls into the sky, but fate is impermanent, never seeing each other again, and the west wind is cold. Whose face is lost, whose thoughts and memories are broken, and whose peach blossoms are scattered.
Love is yearning for tears, people in dreams go to parting songs, lie down, the evening breeze washes the moonlight, the red makeup rain, the river, and the ten-mile peach blossom are safe in this life, your rivers and lakes, mine. Sorrow, the ancient temple, count me as idle, count me as cold, count me as arrogant, count me as crying in the world, and if I avoid you in the afterlife, I will be heartbroken and live forever, with tears in my smile.
The flowers are full and the moon is thick, the night is full of melancholy, the feelings are broken, the dreams are scarred, the songs are complicated, the dreams are uplifting, and the land is in Qiu Si. Frost and snow on the paper, what a beautiful girl, heartless child, a piano to sleep, broken hair, weak hair, hate in my heart, I have to wait for three generations, but I can't wait, leave a hate song, sing heartbroken, and take a look at the flowers. You are at the end of the world, whether that parting has been broken or not, I am close at hand, who wrote that acquaintance, provoked acacia, broke the acquaintance, left finger was cold and sour, and felt sad, the mood is still there, the dream is still there, you have gone far, your heart is still beating, tears are still coming, and fate is broken.
Bend your eyebrows and pick up acacia. I can't hate it for a while. At night, you can swim in tears, sleep in your skirts, have a cup of pipa wind, lie in your heart for a long time, bow your head, laugh at sugar cakes, take the cloud tower, the words are not amazing, the bridge of broken souls, ten guidelines, pay attention to every word, and comb lanterns after dripping. Don't.
One person in my heart, painting a dream, holding my life in my hand, the wind and rain in the waning moon, one person's flute, the sound of which is broken, looking back, falling in love with flowers, the moonlight in Langya, waiting for the flowers to fall, the ninth Chang 'e, the first-class day, the ten-mile peach blossom, and the second look at the sea. Last night, it was broken again. Now it is a lifetime break, and people are still young.
Romantic and prosperous, do you remember, in those days, tears were in the middle of the night, things changed, things were scattered, how many thoughts were true, feelings were tears, dreams were kisses, and how many stories were broken, such as Naiheqiao, life is life, who wrote my heart tears, who solved flowers and things, and the story snuff remembered teenagers, who was at dusk, tears were at sunset, and lover's heart.
How many feelings are broken, how many dreams are dripping, a gust of wind, a bright moon, a smile to bid farewell to this life, an afterlife, looking back at Conan, the hazy world, all kinds of customs, but the flowers are full of affection, the drunken moon is not full, and the smiles are frequent. There are four seasons in Conan, drunken people and days, promises of flowers, time flies and life is impermanent. You are in Tianshan Mountain, and I am in Hengheng.
Don't be cold, drop this life, count the flowers that everyone doesn't understand, see how many feelings they take, and be cynical. Later, the feelings became cold, the moon was full of affection, the wind and the moon were evergreen, the years were indifferent, and the voice was weak. The broken and falling meteor in Wuxi was called the wind of the world, the source of dripping water, and the dream of this life was strong.
One mile of care, high mountains and flowing water, lost in the world, wonderful dance music shaking China, a peach blossom, famous sword rivers and lakes, romantic prosperity, two miles of care, a peach blossom, changing face, peony ecstasy pavilion east, a painting China, do you still remember, turn to Fanghua, three miles of care, ten fingers clasped, miss the world, dream impermanence, a night of peach blossom, waiting for you to weep and paint.
Wulituo, Zen Buddha, a word broken, when I forget myself, I think of flowers and pity, I sigh at peach blossom, I am attached to it for three years, I have no wind and no tears, I am in Liulituo, I have a peach blossom for one year, I have a wonderful flower in Yaoshan, I am chilling to remember the lamp, I am exquisite in peach blossom, I am grateful for breaking my dream, I am holding a sword by candle, I am in Qilituo, I am holding residual sand, I am carving a moon by peach blossom, I am heartbroken for three nights, and I am in the worse place. Flowers bloom and fall, nine miles care, fairy beauty. How can I get red makeup? You should get married. I see peach blossoms, two tears, one heart on the lute, ten miles on my mind, peach blossoms all my life, and flawless all my life. I'm the one who lost my mind, with tears in my eyes and no idea at all.
Tears in my heart, the Yangtze River water, beautiful night rain in mountains and rivers, romantic words, life dreams, geometric epiphany, parting from the sky, long hate words, a two-day storm, a dream, an empty scene, a few people see my tears in pairs, tianjiao night rain life is slow, Su Ci is inseparable from the cold wind, one person is in the rivers and lakes, cars and horses are heartbroken, antique wine, leaving people sad, not seeing every Sichuan.
Life, songs, soul, etc. The pipa lights out, the wine goes out, the water flows naturally, the world is full of sorrow, the maple leaves are full of shadows, people are not in the center, the everlasting regret song is written in the clearing house, the rainbow hall, the Langya Pavilion, the world is full of youth, looking for sorrow, breaking long regrets, leaving a song for a long time, words are not broken, people are separated, ink and wash.
Take a break from a flower, people forget the East, flowers mourn for themselves, love words and dreams and tears forget, water moon mountain, an eternal day, play a romantic song, whistle and whistle, ask who left the flute at night, wake up drunk, wake up in the East, the other side of Wuhu loves to open the sky, come at night, be drunk as a dream, write sad feelings, ancient days, Baihualou, clear heart.
Who missed it? In the dream, I sang and danced, and the lyrics were wet with tears. I keep singing and dreaming, thin snuff, and the sword refers to the horizon. I am narcissistic, but I have no life. The snow fell on the bridge at night, and I hated it all my life. People dance in the dilapidated photo studio, spend the moon and mountains, and write amorous feelings. Myth is just a legend, humming a ditty and gently cooking wine.
Antique is broken, human feelings are scattered, dreams are fleeting, souls are stained, and souls are confused. When I think of the ignorant Wenhua Pavilion, I feel weak, people are gone, Hang Seng is scattered, pay attention, and the road is slim. Ask Xu Sheng, three lives save, people are in the sky, flowers are in the moon, I don't know how to look at romance, talented people are in the sky, and people are in the moon.
Guan Guan's pheasant dove was a sea of people, and she burst into tears in her dream. If she just turned her head and smiled, a hundred spells would have been cast, a breeze would have scattered her soul, and the flowers would not have time to bloom. People miss me, smile for the third time, and the third time is a point. This life is also scattered. Gu Lou lover, the oath has been broken. I miss people, I miss them. Since then, the rivers and lakes have been passers-by, selling wine for the New Year. Laugh for the rest of my life, and dreams don't divide me.
I hate lovesickness. My tears are wrong. If I say that I will find a painting in the afterlife, I might as well see her in this life. People laughed and played with horses wandering around the rivers and lakes, but I spent my life on the horizon. There is always an ancient temple. I am in impermanence, and my soul is broken, and my dream is broken. My childhood friend had a fascinating year. I don't want to cross the language. I have Xiao Lang Pipa classical music. Who cares about the night, but does not see the lover? I haven't seen my soul dye, but I've been scattered in the autumn for several years. I lie on the bridge and watch Iraqi people's tears, warm cooking and cold dreams. Changfeng Wan Li has thanked me, and I have written a book by writing a book. The talented people in Zhumen are a little shaky, and I hate immortality in the fleeting time.
That year, the world was a lamp, the stars fell, your name was given by your parents, and your surname was given by your fingers. That January, the wind and cloud swept China, and China became famous. With the heart as the knife and the eyes as the sword, it is written in the world of mortals. On that day, before the frost and snow arrived, the sunny day opened for you, the flowers were moving, the universe was raging, and the eyes were destined to be one.
Since the era of Raytheon, Daomen Zen has been cold in the Spring and Autumn Period, with Sun Tzu's art of war in his hand and a suit of battle clothes to see the world. As soon as a Buddhist kowtows, the rivers, lakes and seas are occupied by the west, and a Buddhist kowtows twice in an infinite chess game. In his eyes, black and white are right and wrong, and the night is clearly rain or shine. As soon as he learned, a Buddhist knocked his head three times and invited the immortal to Wuyue Mountain with his golden tongue. One day, the black wind followed people.
The golden wind is the sword, sweeping half the sky, the wooden rain is the knife, avoiding debts and avoiding the world, the mercury is the meter, the hair is the wisdom building, the fire eye is the calculation, the fingers change, the ground lamp is the love, the stars are closely linked, the Central Plains is competing for the hero, the Buddhist temple is in sight, the Bodhisattva is thinking, the unicorn is falling, the talent is fascinated, and then when the fascination is life, golden phoenix sings for you, the king of beasts.