Repay your Acacia debt in the afterlife

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I slept with flowers last night, and now I get drunk again. Seeing all the flowers in the world, you are the best in Jiangnan! The delicate hand rolls the plain curtain, the wonderful pen skillfully fills the poem, the love deeply starts. Fascinating! Green clouds cover, red clothes fade.

Deep hole love water according to hate sleep, floating clouds love mountain nestling Dai habitat. The wind of the window is thin, and the shadow of the candle is swaying. Mercy is so good that he has a plan to return.

Chaos red fly, butterflies fly away, speechless spring returns. The roses cling to the hedge, and the swallows meet for the first time. The sky is getting warmer, the water is rising, tears and ink write, it rains in the west window all night. The cloud temples cover the spring mountain, delicate and beautiful as jade.

An Acacia, a few wisps of idle sorrow, green hair three thousand hard to break, miss you, in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Stephanie? Mel said: "the essence of love is to give a person the right to hurt himself." Heart beats for you, love moves for you, maybe love is sweet pain. Pain, happiness, lingering, care, this is love. Willing to be black and blue for you, but also willing to be riddled with holes for you, more willing to crawl to the ground for you, worship to you!

You said: you want me to repay your Acacia debt. It is said that lovesickness is bitter, the word of love in the world is difficult to understand, Nalan ci, Daiyu tears, Xiangjun blood, Sanmao heart. You say Acacia is a light sorrow accompanied by sweetness, a strong fragrance of gardenia in the rain in May, and a midday lotus in the clear water of the West Lake in June. You say that true love is sacred and beautiful, happy and sweet, warm and romantic. Flowers have been like the sea, love is also deep, but love is deep and shallow, facing each other across the water only increases melancholy.

There are so many things in the spring breeze, blowing flowers and shaking willows to turn over the red calyx? A line of gulls and herons smoke half the lake, a scull and half a boat song.

Listening to the rain and the wind is boring, just because I miss you, I am hungry. Love is far away, love is long, you sing and I will.

Acacia lingers around the flower branches, love is like wine dyed the moonlight. The begonia is red, the pear blossoms are white, and the feeling is shy in the morning. Ask the secretary why, only fate spring dream deep, cloud lock Wushan, smoke lock building, full pool sparse rain hit group lotus.

Love days hate sea fantasy emotional body, high mountains and rivers meet bosom friends, the world of mortals buildings, thousands of times, only the fate of a review, so that I miss the twilight and North Korea. Ten thousand waters cannot separate a thousand feelings, but a thousand mountains always contain sorrow. You say sigh in the world, how many infatuated people are fascinated and trapped by love. But there will still be people for love moths to the fire, duty-bound, this is the persistence of love! Accidentally fell in love, accidentally became a captive of love, you said that only you can save me. Love is a chess game with no regrets, love is an unsolvable poison, and you are the only antidote in my life.

Love is like air, everywhere. Love is like a flood, there is no way to escape. Some people say that the person hidden in his heart is the nail nailed in his heart. To fall in love with you is to nail you to my heart, and the beautiful poems you have written are the wounds wrapped in love. Hopelessly fall in love with you, fall in love with these beautiful injuries, they are blooming in the branches of the years, beautiful flowers. Is also wrapped in amber, immortal life, billions of years, lifelike.

The water is gurgling outside the mountain, and the sound of rain outside the curtain is rare. There are seven or eight wild boats and three or five birds. The stone bridge slopes across the sand in the smoke and water. The woodcutter is always happy, the fisherman is idle every day, and he is ashamed of celebrities and rich guests. Lying on the stone, sleeping under the flowers, drunken in the clouds, smoky beauties in the landscape, holding the spring in vain.

Cherry red, plantain green, clear Xibi. The secluded grass is miserable, and the township is separated by smoke and water. The lonely village is surrounded by running water, and there is a patter of rain in the single building. Siqing also thinks, the heart has two flying wings.

Spring is getting thinner, people are half-old, but they say that they love you and can't breathe. With tearful eyes, the flowers are silent, and the old spring is gone. Slow topic paper to send Acacia, only willing to long memory!

You say: there are thousands of knots in love, just waiting for you to solve. Your an affectionate look back, doomed to spend a thousand years with you, life is a fate.

Meet under the moon, get drunk under the flowers, worry about the misty rain deep, leave the worry about the west wind and cold, always silently choke, want to talk back to rest! Thousands of years, instant flowers, rootless duckweed, falling leaves. Love is a fate, love is an entanglement, fate is a search. Everything is doomed, everything is cause and effect, doomed to have this encounter, doomed to fall in love with you, this life is a drunk!

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Languidly sweep the fallen flowers and look at the clouds, the green shadow is wet and the tears are true. The courtyard is deeply red and scattered, with low eyebrows and deep dreams of lovesickness.

Weak willow from the wind, orchid dew, sitting alone at the ferry dusk. Clothes fluttering river boundless, love, love, Yao se a Tianya Road.

Hello, Jiangnan. Love goes hand in hand with thousands of mountains and rivers, but it takes time to find love.

You say: the depth of love, the intensity of affection, endless thoughts in the heart. Even if thousands of miles apart, you can still feel your breath, you have been integrated into my blood, we have been unable to separate. Our souls have long been together and dependent on each other.

Hold your hand, hold the warmth of the palm of your hand; hold your body, embrace your fierce heartbeat; kiss your hair, kiss the everlasting lingering; eye to eye, lips to lips, body to body, heart to heart. I am in your blood, you are in my bones, I am you, you are me, I can no longer tell you from me!

Eyebrows clear sorrow between flowers, watching chess and drinking wine is difficult to enjoy. Building hedges and planting chrysanthemums at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, I dare not rest after plowing every day. The bright moon on the horizon is like my heart, with Qing sleeping on my side. 72 Fengyun and Rain, who will play a clear song? Miss Qing Qing, do you know that the sea is dry and the stone is rotten?

Hibiscus comes out of the water and the moon is exposed, showing the flowers of the world alone, and it is affectionate if you don't speak. Low eyebrows, far mountains and mountains, eyes full of autumn water. Spring hate hides clear streams, Xiao audio blowing wind and smoke. Crazy bees, waves and butterflies are linked to each other, and it has been agreed in the past life and this life.

You say: love is the most beautiful flower planted in the heart, and love is the clear spring used to nourish the flowers. Do you know, from the day I met you, I have quietly planted the flowers of love in my heart. Under your gentle care, the flowers are now very delicate and beautiful, fragrant in my heart.

People will be reunited and separated, and the moon will be full and missing. As soon as I think of it, the spring blossoms; the thought dies, the vicissitudes of life. You are a blooming lotus, already Tingting, not worried nor afraid. Only for my beauty, only for me to bloom, only for my heart, only for my deep love. Wind and clouds hinder, love around, the promontory thousands of miles, only the bright moon reflected from the sky! Lovesickness is bitter, the night dream is true, get together indefinitely heart is more painful. My heart is like the moon, flying over the sea, with you day and night, lingering from generation to generation.

The sky is the clothes and the earth is the pillow, the drunken flowers are flirtatious, the mandarin duck sleeps in the sunny night in the old pool, and the flowers fly in the dream. Lingering, Sheng Xiao a night boat blowing, the moon on the high-rise frost bridge, whisper also quietly.

The sky is covered with spring flowers, the earth provokes the spring grass, and the rain hates the clouds to worry about the twilight. Mountains are like moth eyebrows, water is like eyes, love eyebrows pity water makes people jealous. Shy, blush a little bit face plain. Read, just to thank you for a review.

The raindrops of missing are dripping on the other end. Looking at the moon on the horizon, send me infinite love, such as hook, night such as water, want to warm a pot of moonlight to do wine, get drunk with you! Keep cutting, the management is still messy, is to miss. The string breaks the loneliness, the moon in a foreign land, only the cloud as the companion. The sky is the dome and the earth is the bed, the wind is the pen, the rain is the poem, thousands of mountains are wrapped in light ink, ten thousand water feelings are wrapped around, heart and heart know each other.

Butterflies into the clouds temples flowers into the bosom, want to get spring clothes for me.

The fragrance is fragrant, the purple is long. Spring goes to summer and comes back, idle chess pieces tired with hurdles, butterflies. If you want to pick a lotus without a boat, the moon and the flower will break your heart!

In the south of the Yangtze River in May, Lin Hua opened for the first time, Qunfang Zhengyan, Wan Rui spit fen, miss you charming, think of your tenderness. You are my butterfly, I am your chrysanthemum, fall in love in the world of mortals, drunken dance in early summer, shallow thinking, deep reading.

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The breeze on the river is dark and the moon is dark, and the smoke willow in the red building sleeps mandarin ducks. Drunk between flowers, lying under the moon, shadow from chaos. The temples are scattered, the fragrant gills are warm and the meaning is lingering. The hills overlap and the running water is fine, and the furnace smoke in the crystal curtain is soft. Spring has passed.

The night is like water, the moon is like a hook, and yearning is like wine in a jade pot. The plantain green in the small courtyard is red on the pool, so it is difficult to send leisure into the house quietly. The beautiful shirt is thin and fragrant, and there are several peaks outside the mountain in the lake. The wind is fuming outside the curtain, suspected to be a jade person. The door is half-hidden and half-drunk, looking for you a thousand degrees.

Acacia lingers around the flower branches, love is like wine dyed the moonlight. The begonia is red, the pear blossoms are white, and the feeling is shy in the morning. Ask the secretary why, only fate spring dream deep, cloud lock Wushan, smoke lock building, full pool sparse rain hit group lotus.

You say: the night is quiet, the moonlight is quiet, a song of Acacia is soft around the fingers, who is indulging in the misty rain? Who plays a farewell song? A piece of paper ink to write the romance of the world, a Tang poem, a Song ci, ripples the nostalgia for you in the past life and this life.

Bamboo groves are caressed and sparse, spring stones are hidden, look at the clouds in the sky, and enjoy the flowers blooming in front of the court. There is a song floating in the distance, misty, across the clouds. Is that your heart singing? Long Acacia, lonely heart, deep tears, slow piano sound, quiet courtyard.

The waves of the river are like a leaf boat of snow, and Ling Bowan is carefree alone. Rain sparse wind crazy do not fear, fishing rod in a smoke wave, Canglang laugh. A pot of sake is happy to meet, and the green window is old at the beginning of spring. The dream is also dependent, the love is also deep, the swallows speak under the eaves, startled me to sleep at noon.

A cottage a volume of books, Banpo chrysanthemum Banchi lotus. Mulberry and hemp green on the street, deep grass and trees in front of the court, and winding paths lead to Yunshan. Green, white cabbage, spicy chili, wheat seedlings, rice and beans, I feel at ease with you. The play in the fish pond, the greeting outside the chicken and duck courtyard, the barking of dogs and birds far away from the rivers and lakes, the affection has been forgotten.

Outside the dust from the mountain, the two rivers surround the oasis, the fishermen on the river are idle, and there are many flowers and plants in the courtyard. The fireflies kill the stars, the wine is full of pots and the table is full of melons. The love in the court is also deep, the intention of the month is also strong, the husband loves his wife.

Together, we walk all over the mountains and rivers, leaving the footprints of our love all the way.

With the elegance of a flower, love the wind and dust. With the chic and elegant world of a cloud. Show a page of ink painting to paint your magnificent style. On the moon, the brook and mountain is quiet; the flower shadow shakes the window, graceful; the wind moves the bamboo forest, quiet; the rain hits the tile eaves, lingering. Love your super escape dust, love your ice-hearted bones, love your romantic affection. In this life, I am only willing to hold your hand and travel through thousands of rivers and mountains, south and north of the Yangtze River, Huangshan Xizang, desert steppe. Our love can be proved by heaven and earth!

Wen: sex is as light as chrysanthemum