Dream Xiaoxiang, flowers and butterflies fly

Xiao Xuan window, Avon, bead curtain roll, diffuse, willow embankment green with smoke, Bihu ripples Lian Tingting. Green turnip powder Yingying hibiscus, flute blowing silk bamboo, Xiao Mengfang Fei Xin wind warm, misty rain Xiaoxiang lock heavy building. Hazy rhyme, flower curtains, ambush, Shu Lunong. Qing ci Fu, Mo Xiang Ning, Peach Blossom Paper, Fen Fang Chun, a ci chapter fingertip Han Fang. The moon enters the window lattice, the flowers fall by the pillow, the water cloud dream, the Qionghua building, the dream Xiaoxiang, the flower butterfly flies.

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Dream Xiao Xiang, flowers and butterflies fly. A volume of vegetarian volume, thousands of years, floating thoughts, through the eternal ages, the prosperity of peach blossoms, broken thoughts, moon shadow whirling, unique prosperity.

Walking in the fields, a curtain of misty rain washed away the eternal melancholy, time boiled rain heart care, Youyue message book hesitation, a dream Tianya!

On this side and the other shore, are the fishing boats drifting away, the quiet bamboo forest still rippling with the melodious flute sound, and the ancient ferry, are there still fragrant sails moored?

Time is clear and shallow, time is like a poem, time blossoms, falling ink fragrance, around the finger Hanfang agglutinin volume. The years roll Yunshu, gently dressing the hair like clouds, cutting the flow of cloud weaving on the dream of brocade, pull Xiaguang lyrics poetry dream, buildings red incense lingering.

In the depths of the alley, the deep rain lane and the bluestone road, is there a girl like lilac in Tingting?

I use meaningful pen and ink to copy the appearance of a girl, so sad. But can not see her appearance, let me feel sad, I use the hidden poetry heart to outline her elegant color, but only a piece of Fangfei, she is far away, with melancholy, mournfully confused …...

Continuous rain, ah, you gently drifted, a rain curtain covered the girl's direction, hazy her sadness, I think, dream Xiaoxiang, butterflies fly, she must turn into butterflies, dancing among the flowers.

The romance of the previous life, the love of this life, allow me a period of dust fate, you look back and smile, beautiful encounter, fragrant with the fragrance of a tree flower. You are the most beautiful blooming, in full bloom among the flowers, hazy lilac-like fragrance, singing gentle music reverberating in the deep alley …

Misty rain south of the Yangtze River, butterfly rain Xiaoxiao, a trace of rippling complex, such as the appearance of flowers, such as dreams. In the lilac fragrance poetic hazy, containing the butterfly dance flowers flying elegant, blurred rain, light hidden dream, swaying ink fragrance.

Copy the ink pen, the setting sun is picturesque, the sunset is like a poem, and the clouds are accompanied by dreams.

This shore and the other shore, the shore helps each other, the flowers bloom on both sides of the strait, and the book rhyme is fragrant.

Walk in the fragrance of Jingyi words over time, savor the beauty of nature, feel the happiness and happiness around you, and enjoy the beauty of nature. The fragrance of flowers is floating in the wind, walking in the moonlight is cozy, wandering between the words, dark fragrant sleeves, indulging in the lines.

The clouds are ethereal, who dances briskly?

Pianpian flying flowers, Yunmeng cut the curtain of Qingmeng.

In the silent time, pinch the flowers and smile, watch the falling flowers dance in the world of mortals, take care of the picturesque rivers and mountains, play the vegetarian piano, chant silk bamboo, and accompany the piano.

A fragrant fan, half cover, a song, Iraqi roll bead curtain, faint fragrance.

Wander among the words, the ancient lane is fragrant, hazy and poetic, and the sleeves are full of fragrance. Butterfly rain elegant poetry lilac, beautiful shadow whirling and thoughtful. The ink pen Qinghui jade produces smoke, and the elegant rhyme of Shu roll plays the silk string. The rain lane is full of thoughts, the lilac is fragrant, the poetry is full of poetry, and the aftertaste is long.

The wind is elegant, Yun Pingting, the fragrance of the world is dark, the night is beautiful, the gracefulness and affection of the month, inadvertently fall into the poem, charming a season of tenderness.

The tenderness of condensing incense at the fingertips, playing and singing on the vegetarian piano, playing in the morning and evening, a volume of vegetarian scrolls, sprinkling thousands of miles of Yunjin Road.

A prosperous dream, turn an eye, lean on the railing, only for that turning back. I am waiting for a thousand years on the bank of the forgotten river. With only one glance, I pour the city, peach blossom and flowing water to the peach orchard, thinking leisurely without a trace in the pan dream.

Walk all over the Red Dust Road, watch the scenery on the other side, see thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, buildings, bustling like a dream, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, such as a dream drizzle, flower butterfly dance Xiaoxiang dream.

Dream Xiaoxiang, Hua Die Fei, pen and ink Qingyin element volume Fang, a flute sound around, twirling in a dream. Dancing in plain clothes, colorful butterflies among flowers dance lightly, a piece of poetry, a journey of landscape, a journey of misty rain dream, drunk lying in the clouds watching brocade flowers, drunk in the night, silk dreams floating in the landscape, bamboo sea rippling flute sound elegant.

Author: Ling Bo Fairy QQ:1264580833