Dust crossing

I thought about winter and winter, chanted plum in the quiet night, thought slightly in my heart, thought lightly folded for several times, talked with plain paper, indifferent and cold, and once depended on each other in my dream. A piece of dust plucked and felled, sitting in the empty garden, the cold sound was silent, and the charm of winter and winter was dyed, just like autumn and winter, helpless, helpless …… Zeng Jinzi lightly supported, carefully twisted the feeling of flying flowers, the lyrics and Fu of the long song and short sentences are like the Liling Water Rhyme coming from the Liling, and the dream of one hundred thousand soft and soft falling on the dust, which makes the piano sound more quiet and quiet, and it is easy to drink alone. Pick a gourd of clouds and water as ink, there is only a few dust in this life, and the soul sticks to keep it. The love in this life is deep and shallow, and the seclusion is like a dream of smoke and rain in Bashan Mountain. When you come back, it is already March when spring flowers bloom. The only thought is Qiao Xi, looking forward to it. Have you ever remembered that the fingers of your fingers are light and cold, a song of Qin Zheng thinking about the old dream. With the light of the mountains and lakes, I can easily pick up the smile of sleeping flowers. It is like a dream in the dust, and the blue sweater is clear, and the body is like a cloud feather. A few flowers flattered in the mountain stream, until the flowers came back, my eyes looked through the cold winter rhyme. Just like me, the light spirit clothes float away, and come into your spirit eyes, slow down, gentle and fragrant, and gently touch the sleeves, gently touch the inkstone, wipe the plum cream with hands. Just like you, Ning I Qingsong Wei shore, Fu Zhi pour ode to the clank piano, words dissolve good period, let the gentle Yu Shang yangqi in each other’s heart, a thought Floating Shadow swaying, in the middle of the moon, the sky is full of light and shadow, and the love of this life is dyed with 300 thousand green silk, only the dream of the past bound up can be remembered in my heart. When the fate of the dust is light and the dream comes back, the flowers are bright and the moon is full of beauty. After that, the fireworks only end up floating far away, the love rises and falls, the sadness is cold at night, and the coldness comes….. Lonely Heart, silent clouds and water, several peaks of cold, pleated mind turned into a wind-free contract shadow, if there is a meaning of farewell, still heart-printed cherish each other. The rain drops lightly, and the Millennium of the world still has no sense, and the empty color has no appearance. Sitting and looking at the passing of the year, and looking at the beauty of the water, staying together, waiting for the next life, how can the Bridge End, the soup of Meng Po, do not forget the old things, the appointment of words, the meaning of words, don’t forget when you are born., Conquers….

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