Three-life love, one-life love

Burnout disease collapses in the sea of words, lazy to the east wind raises the curtain of dreams.

Li Sao Xiao Ling flies into the eye, Ying song is light in the ear outside the window.

Ink cannot form and weave sadness, and poetry cannot make Zhu Yan thin.

Don't go to the smoke cage and cold water, who will pity the haggard flowers?

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Quiet in the brow of summer, writing Hemerocallis, superimposed Acacia innumerable. Gorgeous summer flowers give birth to memories, put aside the verdant time, I use a thin pen to salvage once, fragrant ink piled up thoughts, a line of fresh Xiaokai Yi pen, falling thousands of mountains, how much I want to have a long talk with you in the depths of the warm sun, how much I want to be sentimental with you in this graceful text, how much I want to hold a handful of moonlight all over your windowsill, and how much I want to hold the cool wind and dance with you, however, no matter how I am. Also can not catch up with the pace of time, resentful me, with a column of wishes, looking at the end of Xiaoxiao Mei water, the lake light, Bibo carrying canoe, did my friend ever come back?

Qinhuai River, smoke cage cold water, the moon wrapped in neon clothes, full of infatuation and farewell to the king. This has been going on for many years, seeing each other indefinitely, leaving a warm injury book in the air. Tired green hair, lazy trace eyebrow, a pillow sad who knows? Who blends with affection? Shallow description of the people in the painting, thinking of tears immersed in the book, with an exquisite meaning, full of strings, who and? The night cold clothes are thin, the figure is lonely, only sees the thin moon, does not see the person. Startled to wake up, three shifts at the beginning of five more pain, all kinds of children can not stand the dawn, delicate fingers can not play the rhyme, a love word two lines of tears, thinking son sleepy. Today, sadness is like weaving, ink is not formed, poetry is not formed, do not think, since unforgettable, sick and tired of lazy dressing, haggard appearance.

Eaves rain frequently dripping melancholy, Shuangyan perched in whose home? The party is endless Acacia thin, frost flowers on the moon Qin thin cool.

Time, thin memory, years, wasted time, miss, also reveal raw frost, I write your appearance on the memory cliff, I feed mottled thoughts in a que poem, I outline the fragrance of our first encounter in an ink painting. Incense thoughts spin in the eyes, dense feelings spread in front of the window, if I want to drown you, I will drill the heart of the rain, if I can surround you, I am the wind that haunts you.

If, that romance, thin cool fragrance of the years, if, that note of birds and flowers, love at the bottom of the wrist long, can you take my hand, welcome the morning clouds to see the evening screen, see the blue waves enjoy the peaks and mountains? Can you hold my sleeve, pillow the moonlight and listen to the sound of the waves by the birds? Let me lean on your arms, look up at the starry sky, see Yunjuanyunshu, smell fragrant mud falling red, Matouqin green sound curl, a string of deep feelings long, do not forget a song, you are strong, gentle and lingering, ashamed of the clouds, drunk mountains and rivers.

I am a red lotus in full bloom in time, gentle with soul, beautiful time, stable, not stained with dust, frown and eyebrow, read a joy, accompany you clear water and blue boat, accompany you Xiaoxiang wind and rain, quiet in the lakes and mountains. Through the years, through time and space, the past is fragrant, the beauty of encounter is full of strokes, follow your breath, brush the years of water, chant the charm of falling in love, sing a song of love, dance and flourish, pile up true love, gaze, sprinkle true feelings, whisper, pious prayer, only wish, smile and keep words, bloom in your heart.

The wind and moon in the world, all kinds of mortals, and let me walk with you slowly in time, sit affectionately in the warm sun, collect all the beautiful memories, and be a woman with low eyebrows for love. This fate, such as the spring breeze on the face, this love, like mountains and rivers, this love, secretly growing in the bottom of my heart, overflowing with Xuan windows in the quiet night.

When the moon rises, you and I are closely dependent on each other in the moon, and we simply love you. There is no need to worry that you will disappear when the moon goes, because our hearts are as clear as water, our world is like a pure river, love flows on its own, only one can feel each other, and only one eye can reach the heart. If, one day, you show me with your back, the back is also warm and sentimentally attached.

Twist a wisp of poetry, sprinkled in the colorful time, holding a volume of Song ci, horizontal ancient legends, telling the past. Can the fragrance of poetry on this path reach your horizon? Apricot rain wet ferry, do you still plant Acacia red beans for me? The words of the heart are scattered in the plain white moonlight, the reading of the palm, condensing fragrance between the fingers, sealed in the heart. Night dew fragrant, according to the wind, dyed with thoughts, thousands of white catkins swaying in the breeze, Hengmei yearning, rhyming lines. This evening, no matter we meet or parting, that affection is like ink, tenderness, tenderness and tenderness.

The world of love, without words, the heart of acquaintance, no matter in that season is spring, you are the best gift from God. Life is beautiful because of love, love is speechless, love is silent, heart and heart are close, free from the hustle and bustle, feelings and feelings blend, no regrets, love unfolds between the lines and blooms in a corner of life.

Tianya close at hand, shake off the joy of the season, the warmth of the heart through time, eternal memory, this moment of encounter, I will use my life to draw. The soul is accompanied by love, the heart is full of happiness, the heart is full of happiness, the mind is indifferent, filter out the troubles of the world, enjoy peace of mind, let the past events of the world pass through time, light as the breeze, smile Enron, undisturbed, walk according to the heart, sit quietly in the troubled world, understand life, drink fleeting time.

A curtain of quiet dreams, broken dust into Lan, countless Acacia in the dream, where do not meet in life? Wind into the past, love lock eyebrow bend, whose face, in the mottled light and shadow smile? Who's affectionate, soften the heart in the red place? Whose red paper adds confusion in the shadow of shaking the red candle? Look at the high-rise, under the moon solo, half a lifetime of love, who pity only shadow? If you dye ink into a poem, who will be crazy all your life? Sigh, residual red full of paths, happy face hate short. Who poured out whose thoughts? Who failed whose idea? Who has lost his life in the dark? Who alone depends on the Xuan window from the desolate? Who sings down the fragrance of fleeting flowers? Who awakened the Iraqi's dream? Who is waiting in the streamer shadow? Who is gazing hard at the Red Dust Ferry? How to endure love words difficult to understand, love words difficult to eliminate, the end of the world at both ends, a dream for thousands of years.

If our story is covered with dust in time, the fleeting wind blows the love away, even if the deep margin of love is shallow and scattered around the world, I still encourage you in the depths of the world of mortals, and I still remember you gently in the wind and snow. I'm still waiting for your return in an old love song. Glass years, a prosperous, a tree Yan ran, if there is a scene in the heart, the world of mortals is also full of poetry, if Mo Li flowers, lonely pen tip is also full of beauty, bathing Tang wind and Song rain, taste the sweet and sour life, walk safely in the four seasons of life, deep in the soul, a sleeve fragrant.

Life, constantly separated, constantly reunited, I hope that at that time, we will meet again at the right time, you are young, I am just right, you happen to be here, I happen to be here. I would like to open into a holy snow lotus on the ferry of words, walk in the heart garden with you in a poem, Wen Yifen understands, warm a meeting, stand into a tree of Acacia. Plain fleeting time, love with Sansheng, allow you a spring blossom, allow you a lifetime of insipid love, bright into an old spring in life.

Author: lan Linger