Full court fragrance rhyme dip clothes, only shadow and who? And embroider lovesickness.
A letter flowers around the dream, red rain add worry, dry ink stack resentment worry.
People do not go, crescent thin, dew dip book, do you know?
Light pick bead curtain, a few back to Ning Mou, tears wet cloud sleeve.
Poetry painted full volume, smoke cage Cui Lou, and knot Acacia buckle.
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Settle down in the world of mortals, secluded in fireworks, light bloom of life, heart, simple quiet, love, elegant and simple. Thank you, this bright time, thank you, this exquisite years, thank you, this beautiful encounter, fortunately, warm heart. When the smile on the cheek gently swings open, when all the reluctant to give up submerged in the lips, can you give me, a connivance? Originally, love, is a how let a person heartache word, red dust, you are who scenery, and who is the passer-by?
A flower blooms, the fragrance of the primary color of life, a note of time, complete the scattered feelings in the chapter, lazy strokes weave endless crystal clear past, latent in the ink in the old dream, overflowed the bank of missing surging heart A volume of flowers crooning, a wisp of feelings spread tactfully, I look for the past romantic love through the eyebrows of summer, in the beautiful state of summer, in the intense joy, your figure more clearly beating in my eyes, my heart pulse.
A love through the dust, a care in the wrist bottom rolling, if, a true feeling eventually arrived but the washing of time, and let me engrave your name into life, this love condensed in the brush strokes, even if, thin cool rain washed away all the memories, you still shine in my colorful life, still Yi Yi Sheng in the green Mei water. Years quiet good, love slowly slip, those for you and the book poetry bright time. The pen tip falls lightly, light book lovesickness, fragrant text, warm meet, burn feelings.
Sit quietly in the tender season, time flows between fingers, listen to cicadas, light flowers birds, heart happy, slowly listen, slowly taste, paint life cold and warm, write secular Qinghuan. A wish falls in front of the window, a paper fate attached to the world, a lapel poem drunk beauty, only the way the moon has ups and downs, people have joys and sorrows, two hearts if promised, how far away? Three thousand prosperous, who is brewing lovesickness? Moon lock spring mountain, who is looking forward to Yingying? Xiao Feng thin shadow, affection into the incense ink, a touch of tenderness hidden brow, a string of thoughts shallow low Yin.
Deep in the soul, a true love in tolerance eternal, in time to grow, in time to stop, in the blood blend, in each other's body cool go further, wind and rain together, silently. Lost world, phantom duckweed, love lock eyebrows, silent window lattice, heart filled with languid music, drunk off a market tears, rhyme dye a poem
Life, there is always a meet, meet late, there is always a heart, jump in the words, there is always a love, ripples like water flow. Boiled a pot of Acacia wine, drunk Sansheng River, drunk millennium reincarnation. Pour out tenderness, look off the road, play Yao Qin a song, after years of prosperity several times, heart garden dance, hope, this love continues, never ending.
I am looking for your smile in a touch of red, let the tender feelings leak in the years of wind and rain, low eyebrows, staring, a wisp of loneliness dyed flowers, wet makeup. Years carved with Dai Yan, miss always shadow, fingers of affection in the boundless night spread, palm of love in the heart dense, an Acacia in memory graceful. Relying on the years alone, countless times outline your eyebrows, smile sweetly, I and you in a poem in phase condensation, between the lines finally feel shallow, only afraid of parting early.
Always want to warm the time smeared into a colorful picture scroll, and you in the warm color of the time Xu a happy years, Xu a world old, thousands of mountains and rivers, and you hand in hand life, through thick and thin. Take a volume of poetry, watch the wind and listen to the rain, boil a pot of tea, carefully taste the time, invite a wisp of lotus fragrance, quietly enjoy the clear moon, under the bodhi tree, pour a cup of Zen tea, drink a cup of deep feeling, deep in the soul, that understand, quiet and warm in the passing years, that exciting first sight, gentle memory.
Life, hide the open sadness, hide the open loneliness, but hide love, look back at the years, a love thousands of times in the depths of the world, always believe that an emotion, even if the flowers completed mud, still faint fragrance as before, even if the vicissitudes of life, still full of flowers, even if the wind was thin in the past, still beautiful gorgeous, no matter how many ups and downs experienced, no regrets, are collected in the brocade volume of life, decorated in the bags of years. A paper over the years, joy is also drunk, sad is sweet, let those who have been filtered by time to stay in memory, let those who have flowers and butterflies in the past beautiful years, shallow whisper.
Acacia is too short, red dust is too long, miss rhyme incense ink, flute sound burning who intestine? Light roll past, moss wrapped in loneliness, leaning against the fence to look at the sky, cold dream sad, frost dew sad, thousands of thoughts who can understand? How can a prosperous tree turn yellow? A few quiet dreams pour king city, a few drops of tears splash book paper, thin all beauty, lovesickness life. Heart such as clear water, only drink a ladle, misty rain all over the sky, how to solve the situation?
Even if all the beauty is left, I am still waiting for you. A trace of warmth, bright soul, vegetation leisure, picking flowers to make tea, four seasons such as poetry, listening to the wind singing, holding a plain pen, embroidering a deep meeting of the soul, holding a Zen heart, walking in the noisy world with a different attitude, silent in the gentleness of the lotus, happy in the voice of flowers.
Send you a bookmark of the years, shallow memories in the green time, affectionate, irrelevant wind and moon, full moon missing, not dyed sad. Between the water, play a clear rhyme, Ying a smile, let life picturesque, years such as poetry, read into a fool, you come to me.
Lin Weiyin said: Love a city because there is a certain favorite person living in the city. In fact, falling in love with a city may be a vivid scenery in the city, a green plum past, and a familiar old house. Maybe just for this city. Just like falling in love with someone, sometimes you don't need any reason, no antecedent, no relationship, just love.
When I lie in a fragrant ink and miss you, can you come into my red ink and accompany me to sleep in the cool of this hot summer night? Pull a plain heart, hold a spring think, according to the south window and Shu Xiao, Lin Qingliu and poetry, do not ask where the dream is broken, do not ask where the moon is bright. Wait for the coming year, flowers full branches, full sleeves, in the first ferry, can you hold my hand, dance a tree prosperous, pour a city love?
How long is the road of love? Life is always scattered in a hurry, the vast sea of people, met is the edge. Only wish this life, do a walk in the time of elegant woman, do a comfortable between the words of the scholarly woman, elegant and light, pure and true, keep their own fireworks, quiet open in the years of the city. He day, and you hand in hand in the time path, spectrum a song of love, spectrum life deep feelings long.
Author: Lan Linger
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