I was awakened by the lingering dream of winter, and spring was kissing my sleeping cymbals and whispering! The morning light shines on the window screen, and seeing the past makes me intoxicated.
Drunk morning glow, I want to let the clouds in Cai Dan flow and get to know my color again.
Put on a dress embroidered with butterflies and walk to the dresser blocked by the dust net. Oh! See me haggard in the mirror.
The withered face is like a pear flower that quivers and withers in the wind and rain.
I love, I want to find that beautiful face and dedicate it to your green grave, but who knows that the residual buds of youth have gone.
Die with you.
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If my tears really condense into pearls, I have knitted a scarf around your jade neck for you now.
If my acacia really turns into one red bean after another, then I have accumulated unforgettable love for you.
Sadness is buried deep in my heart.
I would like to burn my body to ashes, and I would like to wave my passion. Oh, my God! The snake winds like a snake,
Silkworm-like lingering, so quietly stole the green flame of my life.
I love, I kissed the grass on your grave at sunset and dusk; I pray that this is an empty dream and let me see you again.
Your soul.
three
Knowing that the end of life is the hometown of death, I will also be an isolated grave in the future, with withered vegetation and sunset. One day! I
Leave the bustling world and bury it quietly. This sad and colorful love, like a flash in the pan, flies after waking up.
My heart is full of tears.
However, I can't destroy my memory and throw away the wreckage buried in my heart. I just hope that I can wander in this base forever.
Between the graves, in order to protect your grave, offer a jasmine ring.
My love, do you know my wordless worries and the light dreams of the past? In my dream, I whispered your nickname and woke up.
It's just a lonely goose whining in the middle of the night!
four
Under the dim sky, there is no bright moon and no starlight. This universe is like a Millennium tomb. On the bones, dancing flashes.
With poor green phosphorus flowers. I crawl beside this rusty iron fence and cry, willing to dry my angry heart and burn this darkness and ugliness.
The web of hell.
The devil of fate deliberately played tricks on my fragile soul and punished me for looking for broken dreams on a cold snowy night. ask
God forgive me, don't hurt my only life again, leave this remnant, let me kill that vicious enemy!
I love that even if the universe becomes the battlefield of embers, all the wild smoke is fishy: in the sweet dream you gave me, my heart will always be in the rainbow.
On the bridge, praise eternal life!
five
My town wandered in the barren mound of the base, saw the different scenery of spring flowers and autumn moon, abandoned all fame and vanity, and came.
In this uninhabited wilderness, mourning goes slowly. I climbed the mountain to arouse the soul of the vast western world, and in the gorgeous rosy clouds,
I saw my falling star of hope.
In the distance is a smoky ancient city, and Mars flies in all directions like a golden arrow! I vaguely heard the sound of sword fighting, that kind of madness.
The fiery cheers are shocking! In front of the grassy grave, I held up the golden scroll of victory. Drink my love and I'll give you a glass of wine.
Silent solitary burial!
When the sun, the moon and the stars are all over the sky, I gently hold your sword and swear to heaven:
May the enthusiasm of heroic sons and daughters be buried forever in this life.
six
If life is just an illusory dream shadow, then my lovely shadow is the whole life you gave me. I often feel that
You're in the Woods behind me, riding a horse, walk on by. I often feel that you stop at my window and linger in my shadow.
Turn off the lights. I often feel that you quietly approached me with my voice calling you, and then retreated to the corner with tears in your eyes. I often feel that you are standing under me.
Hanging outside the snow account, sighing sadly for the moonlight!
On the way to the dusty sea, I happened to meet someone like you. After I stopped to stare, it was really a heart! Like the autumn wind sweeping down.
Cold as leaves, sad zero! I meditate that I have got the heart of love, and now it's just the lonely silence in the sunset.
month in and month out
My heart is the waning moon in a late-night dream, and my feeling is the cool lake that never flows. waning moon
According to your tombstone, the lake surrounds your grave, my love, this is my dream and your dream, rest in peace, dear.
Soul!
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Since I wandered into this world, I have forgotten myself; In your soul, I know who he is.
I remember that, too. At night. We walked in the wicker of the river bank, walked in the past. We are speechless, the waves of the heart sea.
Only the moon can understand. You lean against the tree to see the bright moon, and I lean against your chest to listen to your breath. I looked up and saw black wings.
Fly away to cover the brightness of the moon, and you ask me trembling: What if these dark wings are our destiny?
I know both happiness and sadness. I accept your enthusiasm and the cold autumn wind. arrive
God, I am afraid of the devil's fierce eyes and sword-like white teeth; I always hide under your arm and dare not enter. You have the treasure in one hand.
Sword, holding me in one hand, stepping on the road of thorns, moving towards a flowery future!
Today, there is still your blood on this road, and the devil's eyes and teeth are so fierce. But I love you.
Don't be afraid of my loneliness, I would like to use this slender and weak jade wrist to build that wishful dream.
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Spring has come, and peach buds have floated to the willow tips. Such gentle and lazy weather is really annoying! She seems to be hiding under my nose.
Intentionally lingering, a flutter of wings, blowing the waves deep in my spiritual sea.
The world changed into a costume, as charming as a girl, with a pale green tulle hanging around her.
Dancing in purple and purple. Standing under the poplar tree, my heart is pounding, forcing me to open my blurred tears and recognize your grave.
Good grass
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On the barren mound of the base, the fire is burning, the paper ash fills the air, and the Qingming has arrived. This is the spring suburb with green grass and green mountains. There is white hair beside the tomb.
The old man, a girl, has endless memories and condolences for this cup of loess, and I will touch my soul in the boundless sky; Baiyangxiao
Articles, dusk cries, I am afraid of the lonely soul returning home.
Gone, happy dreams can not be revived with the grave grass. On this day of the Ming Dynasty, who knows where this body will be sent? Sigh and drift
Park me like a duckweed, sing, drink, and get drunk to burn me out.
I love, this cup of bitter wine is poured carefully, and I invite the waning moon to drink it in tears, whether at dusk or late at night, lying drunk.
By your tombstone, let the frost and dew attack you! I won't wake up.
Who is full of bitterness? May this hatred spit into the blue sky and wrap the world. It is wrapped around my heart, like a pile of yellow.
Creep, my love, I treat you with a sword and I treat you with a spark.