Night frost eliminates the old dream, peach red willow green curtain of spring. Marriage twists and turns several times, weak water three thousand splashes the world of mortals. Time is light, time is small, and the flowers bloom again. The fate of the former world, the continuation of this life, several times looking back to whom to return. Fleeting, Fangfei short, empty sigh a hundred years of completion of ash. Cold lamp, the sea into mulberry fields, but the way is: the front edge repair is not full, why gather this life?
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Sansheng stone on the third margin, but how to ask under the bridge to forget Chuan. How many generations do you have to share the same ferry, and how many generations do you sleep together? Together to see the sea and the moon bright, dependent Lantian sun warm, world of mortals Xiao dream drunk heart. Who knows to wake up the beloved far away, unexpectedly is unexpectedly unkind to take the oath. How can the word "helplessness" be understood? how many infatuated obsession?
The origin of the past life is the continuation of the present life, and the soul is broken outside the dream. Linger in the dream but do not know, and how many lives to repair, in order to be sentimentally attached to God. Rely on the bar to drink, drunk smile heaven song: if the fate of this life is not full, even if my pen and ink repair marriage, only call the remnant chapter as evidence, allow me to live up to the king in the next life.
Tonight drunken cold lights out, lonely souls fly with the dream, who knows the dream into the phase of thinking, is unexpectedly for no reason to enter the reincarnation. Reincarnation is a long way, loneliness is unbearable, what is more, several places in the grave cause people to be sad. Lanzhou love paste to forget Sichuan, infatuated with blood and tears, and finally get a bowl of Mengpo soup, eliminate the pain of pharynx, erase the review of love and hate. Finally, you see, the memory was broken all over the floor. Only blame, the front edge repair is not full, only heartbroken tears.
Dreams linger and forget Sichuan, Xiao Xiaojiang covers the clouds and clouds. A hundred years of Acacia sighed that the edge is shallow, thousands of miles of river embankment several degrees wide. The body is cold and lonely. The canoe spins in the air. Manzhu Shahua asked the other shore, where do mandarin ducks have a good marriage? But there is no one to speak on the other side, understand my heart and be my immortal. The vast expanse of heaven and earth is rotten, and memories burn at the end of time.
Memory is burning, what kind of figure, overlap into the outline of my eyes? It is you, through the gap of time, across the boundless river, to come to me. See you, fresh and elegant dress, like hibiscus out of the water without dust; see you, elegant and gentle green hair, with the river wind blowing the most beautiful dance among adults; see you, clear as water eyes, sunk in my belly of mind; see you, quiet face, in a smile to resolve my love for the original fate has not gone far, originally you have been waiting for me.
The memory is burning, what kind of story is interpreted into the fireworks in my heart? And you, laugh together through Jinse's fleeting years, cry together through the lost years, and accompany me through this stumbling life. I still remember that we played together in the stream in our hometown, and how pure we laughed at that time; I still remember that we walked along the shady path of the campus together in the early morning, when we were heading towards the dream of university together; I still remember that we trekked across mountains and rivers to see the scenery, when we were the most beautiful scenery in the world, and you were always watching my footprints.
Memory is burning, what kind of commitment, Yan ran has become the cause and effect of my third life? We, met one after another, missed life after life, whether it is the teasing of God, or the play of fate. How many lives do we have to fix before we can pass by each other? is it a look back 500 times? How many lives will it take before we can be in the same boat? is it the hope of thousands of times? So, how many lives will it take before we can sleep in the same bed? Who knows the answer, please tell me. Time has been passing, the memory is about to burn out, how to keep our previous lives and this life. I cried loudly, and my heart-breaking tears flowed into the vast river of forgetfulness. At the moment, I thought that someone gave me a hug, warmed my cold heart, someone gave me a deep kiss, kissed my tears for thousands of years, unfortunately, until the memory burned out, no one appeared, only those tears that fell into the river of forgetfulness, in an unknown corner, turned into pearls and flew into the Sansheng stone by the banks of the Sansheng River. Fate reincarnation, at the moment no one knows, we have been accumulating fate.
When the memory burned out, my flying soul turned into a body and fell on the bank of the forgotten river, with empty eyes and a cold face, remember? Did you really forget? Those constant promises, how to go forever. The sweetness of those dependent, such as the gu into the soul, if we meet again, will there be heartbreaking pain in the soul? If I step into the road of reincarnation at the moment, I look back inadvertently, whether the love of this thousand years can stop the pace of my reincarnation?
Forget the river, I was lost along the coast, the bridge, inadvertently appeared in my eyes, so I set foot on this bridge. The bridge has a great reputation. It has been handed down from the grave to the world, from this life to the next life. The bridge is sturdy, despite the wind and rain. The bridge is immutable, and it will always be those who pass by.
Yes, this is the bridge that carries countless regrets and sighs. But on the bridge, I have already lost my memory on the forgettable river, and there is nothing in my mind. When I walked to the middle of the bridge, I could not help sighing, suddenly the vision of heaven and earth, a mottled figure, appeared in front of my eyes, like watching countless movies, the people in those pictures, each frame has its own. That is once oneself, the previous life, the previous life also do not know to see, how many times before reincarnation of their own.
The mind is instantly filled with all kinds of love and hate sorrow, tears flow down from the clear eyes, I do not know whether love or hate occupied my heart, nor do I know whether it is ruthless or infatuated with my soul. Only a sigh, will bear thousands of times of life and death, and those in the fate, some have disappeared, and some are more heavy. I walked stubbornly, allowing those long-gone images to be played back in my mind, just because at this moment, I was silently reciting a person's name. That person is the name of the one I love after reincarnation. I don't know how many lives I have passed by her, and I don't know how many times I have looked deeply at her.
But on the bridge, I heard thousands of sighs and woke up the names of generations to come. Finally, I was about to cross the bridge, and the picture disappeared. As soon as I wanted to look back at the bridge, there was an old and kind voice. Don't look back at the entrance of reincarnation, and write worry-free in this life. This is the last Meng mother-in-law I want to see. She is holding a bowl of soup, which is also the last bowl of soup in my life. after drinking it, you can forget everything, including the name I read deeply.
How Meng Po soup behind the bridge, drink a bowl of forget Junlang. Don't ask Meng's mother-in-law the shadow of the previous world, just want to live less in the next life. Who shed tears to forget the river, who sighed Acacia, drank this soup, grudges again unharmed. After drinking Meng Po Tang, I was only allowed to walk the helpless bridge, a reincarnation, but also like a life and death, from nothing to nothing.
Ben wanted to ask the woman Meng, forget how many tears in the river, but how many sighs on the bridge? However, he thought that there was no more after Meng Po Tang, so it would be better to walk lightly. Sansheng stone on a reincarnation, why do you have no choice but to solve the mystery. If you forget to drink this soup, you will have a good wife in the afterlife. Look at that forget Sichuan water, wash the memories of a lifetime, walk that how to bridge, awaken the fate of life. Indeed, since you have drunk all the soup of Meng Po, why not go carefree and die.
Wake up into an empty green hair, purple strangers who cherish the youth. Twist half the ink, fill in a clear word, this time you leave, Jinse can also share with whom. Remember that day when we met, you were dressed in white, and I was half lying on the grass. I smiled when I met for no reason, and gave poems with the moonlight. I still remember the day I knew each other and sang the water of the West Lake with you. Now the water of the West Lake is still the same, but where are you?
Sigh away from the song, cold lamp point Acacia, who knows the meaning. It turns out that you and I, the front edge is not yet full, meet in this life to talk about funny songs. The song is full of people, the cold lamp goes out, and this is the place to say goodbye. Tonight I wrote and sighed: passing by, looking back at Xiu, crossing with the same boat, looking forward to Xiu. If you want to sleep together, who knows how many generations you will be on the same ship. If the fate is not full of self-separation, if the fate is full of love, it will come. Even if there has been a vow of love, the fate of heartbreak a sad song.
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