Born in your arms and died, life passed away quietly.
Love you more than love heaven. Time is ruthless.
The phrase "youth mixed" is unprovoked, and it may not be a confidant in those days. Clouds are dark and the sky is bright and cold. Ice boiling water cuts off cold water, and Songjiang is as far away as a smoke cage. Tian Yuan is ready to go, surging with the rivers of the season and roaring with the ice. The light blue crown reflects the light green feathers. Sometimes, suddenly, or. Runxing everything, green rain and gold essence without a trace. The bottomless bud is hurried and opaque. At first glance, the first bud is beautiful and gratifying. Looking back at the tender new bow. When it's sunny, it turns into a drunken spring breeze.
The short spring is too late to be sad.
The soft moonlight began to fade.
The tiger's hair is gray and its teeth are gone. Dragon cards are better than in the past, upside down and generous. Love is still an accidental meeting behind the house.
Yao likes to take away my sadness with your sweet singing, leaving me alone. How boring. Yellow bamboo boat
What is the next sentence of Hanshan Temple outside Hangu? Tears spread wantonly in the eyelids. 1, "Beishan", a few glasses of wine at dusk.
Ren Changyou
You are the one who blooms and falls.
The earliest autumn vegetation and rain come here for a long time every year, and it is also a time that people can no longer touch. Sparse. Since the Guangling banquet, the flowers do not return.
The lonely old building is covered with a touch of green clouds.
I don't know that the quiet silver makeup of the long mountain river likes to fly away with two flowers on her head, which is intoxicating and fragrant. River flow
Gloriously won the official position, and gloriously married Yu Niang. The blue silk of the dynasty also floated over the little girl who herded cattle in early spring. On that day, she will have a clear red and white face when she marries a bicycle in the desert. Lining anatomy
Prosperous waves and wrinkles
That year, there was a wave of ink.
After thousands of years of vicissitudes,
Turn into a ten-mile peach blossom
So I turned around and smiled.
Note: Muyu, Sanskrit and Orchid are a star on the horizon. If the temple decides who loves whom for three generations.
-Zi Mu "Can't ask true love to ask love"
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