Looking up at the stadium, fragrant clouds, frosting like dye, Bai Juan like practice, a piece of paper, a fragrant orchid, I hope you can still read my bow _ soft. Year after year, year after year, the brightness does not drop, but the original bright moon has changed to see. Recalling the past, I cherish lingering fragrance, Yang Liuzhi, and wheatgrass. Wake up from the dream of a tall building, hang down after drunkenness, and never wake up again, just infatuation. The rain is cool and the dust is endless. You abandoned my beauty, usurped my golden years and omitted my half-life vicissitudes. I remember the past in a trance, but I just don't know. Do you know that?/You know what?
I want to ask the shutter man, what is the night, do you know if it should be? You know it should be? With tears in my eyes, I went to Lanzhou alone. From the years of grief, heartbreak, tenderness and icing on the cake, from then on, I tied the knot with you, covering up people's vicissitudes with yellow flowers, covering up the wind and rain on earth, covering up the hearts of the sun, the moon and the stars, and covering up the moonlight on two sleeves. The dead vine grows branches. I picked an apple for you in the water. You don't think it's a guess. How can you treat the enemy's eyebrows with a little sand? The disorderly prosperity and the collapsed cliff are only for a Sydney flower.
Multi-tone years can be clearly found in the lines of weathering layer, just because the ethereal green shadow has already stayed in the eye, saying nothing. This time, the mysterious fog separated by 700 million light-years dispersed, and there was no one there, and the excitement moved to the theme. I can't bear to be the protagonist. How can I listen to lively music? It's better to find a square green slate, and each other's bodhi embankment will be suddenly enlightened. Since then, the steps we have adhered to have become longer and longer, and other steps have become longer and longer. The emotional Guangzhou company's hesitation beside the buildings, waiting beside the ancient road, knowing each other and cherishing each other in the past, and now forgetting the rivers and lakes have all turned into a midday romance, faded and drifted away.
If I wash away your lead, will you allow me to finish? If I give you a lively dispersion, can you keep me from wandering around and having no branches to follow? If I give you a cliff alone, can you remember my years and flowers? Rain or shine, where will you go? Once spring dies, your soft thoughts are lost in the purple stranger who walks with you. A wisp of my thoughts, full of melancholy, will turn you into a queque poem quatrain that has dried up and circulated for thousands of years, and instantly filled with lingering feelings, Qian Qian knot, lingering sorrow, drifting fragrance and burying years.
Light make-up, bitter face, is once youth, _ is the lament of beautiful people? I met you by mistake. Did I go the wrong way alone? Is that strange road as thin as cicada's wings, which keeps looking back, just to wipe the sadness with sadness and lament the worship? After a long time, the stylus became a ruin, and the pear flower was cold. The two looked at each other. What do you think? Where did the word come from? Especially worry, which happens to be worry, is the pursuit of half a life. I haven't passed each other in my life. I have been arguing for 30 thousand years. The stars are hidden in the moon, and calligraphy and painting are nostalgic. I hope you are full of thoughts and things.