See the west lake
On that broken bridge
Legend has it that there is a beautiful myth
After years of baptism
Millennium transformation
Give her a beautiful face.
Meeting on the broken bridge
The beginning of romantic love
Are hiding secret sadness.
Who would know?
That Leifeng is very abrupt.
Imprisoned her life.
Hold up an oil-paper umbrella
As if it were telling
That beautiful legend
Life and death depend on each other
Green bricks and tiles can't be closed.
Her love
I stand on the West Lake.
Overlooking the towering Leifeng.
I hope it is thrown away.
Can realize that beautiful myth
The breeze blew across the lake.
Isn't the broken bridge a broken bridge?
It was clearly a meeting of beautiful love.
Decades of disappearance,
Decades of attention
The rope that imprisoned it
Wavey
Push the castle to the top.
As if this were a fantastic myth.
Right in front of me.
Close your eyes.
The end of the beautiful myth
Happiness surrounds you.
two
The West Lake in March is picturesque.
We are thousands of miles apart.
Meet at the broken bridge and tie the knot.
I have no regrets in this life.
There are waves on the ground for no reason.
Full of emotion
The seas run dry and the rocks crumble, but the heart remains the same.
The beauty of the West Lake accompanies beautiful people.
Cross the same boat for a hundred years.
Never face to face.
Wedding candle meets bosom friend
Tell each other one's heart
Express sincerity
It never rains but it pours.
The West Lake is storming for no reason.
Love and hate are two boundless.
Drunkenness is geometry.
Coming and going is always a dream.
Laugh at me, idiot, dreaming.
Tell the truth between the lines
Don't force yourself in this life.
Continue this life in the afterlife.
There is no law of heaven and earth circulation.
How can a red candle meet without tears
"Picturesque scenery reflected on the balcony.
Colorful flowers are in full bloom.
Fly with me, birds sing.
Walking alone among the flowers
This situation is hard to be in my arms.
What if you leave it blank?
Xiao Sa Yisheng
go for a walk
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During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and love is in a dilemma.
The beauty of the West Lake is hard to see, and love and hate surround my heart.
So what if you are born at a bad time? Appreciate the new moon as a song about wine.
Love words are hard to extricate themselves, and the ends of the earth seek bosom friends.