Have a drunken love affair with you

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Spring is warm and cold, a little cold. Walking in the rain, there is always a touch of loneliness, shallow sadness. Rain is affectionate, flowers splash tears, those tears must be warm. Hold a desolate finger, slow book a pool of ink, smoke and willow misty, pear snow, smell your breath from afar.

Love is a sinking. Love, like sunshine, stars and religion, belongs to faith. Because of belief, there is love. Love in the world of mortals, in love with fireworks, even if doomed, will not regret. Spring is coming, covered with red lips seal, your red lips, deeply imprinted in my heart, that is my heart, a permanent cinnabar mole.

You are my fireworks with different colors, folded in time, with warm sun and poetry, slowly blooming. You are elegant and white, dusty and vulgar, clear and lonely, shy and weak, clear and pitiful. Rouge snow, world tears, vicissitudes of life, butterfly love flowers, flowers love butterflies.

You are a peach blossom, coming out of the poem. Tearful eyes whirling, that teardrop, slowly falling along the cheek, fell into my heart, hurt my heart. Let me have a peach blossom red internal injury. In that life, I was Lanling Wang, and you were my beauty. In that life, you were Hongfu and I was your hero. In that life, you were Daiyu and I was your precious brother. In this life, you are my eyebrow, my charm. Guard the Taoyuan of the heart, drink and talk, recite poems and lyrics, and write endless affection and tenderness.

You are a green lotus in front of the Buddha, quiet, graceful, blooming Bodhi; I am a Buddha in the Pure Land, free, free, carefree. Only because of the lust for dew, lust for earthly fireworks, fell into the dust. You are a beauty, but golden iron horse, bosom has the sun and the moon; I am a madman, but tenderness, the heart has Taoyuan. I love your majestic, vicissitudes and powerful king demeanor, and you love me to the heart, pure and naive Zen elegance. You are graceful and graceful, looking back with a smile, Baimeisheng, drunk the Buddha in the clouds, but also drunk in the clouds of you.

Misty rain tower, cold ink cold, lonely pillow can not sleep. A pot of wine, a back of tea, a small stone table, I sit on the lintel of spring waiting for you, my chest full of Acacia flowers.

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You said you want to stay with me into eternal beauty, for me to devote a lifetime of tenderness. The most beautiful scenery in life is an unforgettable encounter. A wind, a curtain of the moon, a volume of poetry. A touch of yearning, thick Acacia, deep affection. Love can wash the soul and take the soul to high places.

No longer listen to the morning bell, no longer look for sorrow and hate, only so obsessed with you, morning and dusk, spring to spring and back, forget the time, forget the years, forget all kinds of the world. Fingertips touch the flustered heartbeat, touch the bottom of the heart soft and moved, warm a pot of moonlight wine, stay half sober, stay half drunk.

Often hand in hand in the dream, often soft words in the dream. You are simple, elegant and fragrant, fragrant and pleasant, and in the mandarin duck account, warm jade produces fragrance, but Jiaoyi is powerless. Call a charm, call a Jiaojiao, shy beauty, warm red lips, drunk Jiangnan rain, Saibei wind, desert solitary smoke. Savor the freedom and romance of your mind, read the charm and enchanting of your body, and enjoy the beauty and gentleness of your soul.

Double swallows under the eaves, double butterflies between flowers, double mandarin ducks in the water. You embroidered a landscape, painted a pastoral, imprisoned my heart, refused to rest assured to return. You say you don't want me to fight for battlefield, you don't want me to gallop around the world, you just want to share a Taoyuan with me, live in seclusion, and enjoy earthly fireworks. Drunk to enjoy every tree peach blossom, drunk encounter every flower, in a corner of the world, dipped in dew and moonlight, slow book a chapter, dizzy with holy admiration and love.

You said you wanted the green lantern to accompany the ancient Buddha and wear a cassock. Only predestined to feel a look back, make you miss each other in the twilight and morning. The thin lips of March wake up the spring in your heart. Frozen silent heart, ice and snow melting, the outflow of a trickle, surging into a river and sea. Met among thousands of people, looking back in thousands of rivers and mountains, your affectionate glance pierced my heart. Let me be your captive, you take my heart and say to keep it for me and hide it where no one else can catch it.

Smoke lock Qin Lou, moon fan Xiaoxiang, peach blossom is burning, pear blossom is white, I lean in the spring breeze, waiting for your news, the evening breeze blows up lonely, hear your piano sound across the bank: the green, White Dew boundless, there is a beauty, on the water side

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Spring, come quietly. Walking in the fields, looking at the bustling green trees all over the mountains, listening to the whispering birds and smelling the Qingfen of the earth, I felt a little intoxicated. The grass is soft under the feet, the water is flooding the fields, and the fish are playing in the stream. A new green, a few pink, a few goose yellow. Spring is desperate to spread, inundating the north and south of the river, but also drowning you and me in the world of mortals.

I want to share a hoe with you, sprinkle tenderness in the countryside in spring, sow hope, sweat and passion. Like your wet kiss, like to date with you, like your blushing cheeks, sweet breath. Like your trembling softness, ice muscle jade bone posture, swaying amorous feelings, like your spotless soul and the dark fragrance in your soul.

Walking alone in a quiet village is like being out of the world, watching the flowing clouds and watching the flowers bloom. I am like a fool, thinking foolishly, reading silently, slowly brewing spring into a pot of old wine, so that I can get drunk with you.

A stream of water clouds, smoke and willows on both sides. Falling red catkins disturbed the heart. Unlimited worries, ordinary wind and moon, a curtain of misty rain, small bridge and flowing water, there is always a touch of ancient meaning. Rouge tears, fragrant gills snow, spring through thin shirt. Acacia plays slowly on the strings of spring, and sorrow flows slowly. In this life, you are my wayward poppy, put poison in my blood, no longer difficult to understand.

You said, you really want to walk that beautiful mountain road with me and see the beautiful Valentine's Stone on the Twin Towers Mountain. See the distant mountains green, towering and magnificent; see the solitary peak towering in the sky; look at the Mulan fence, the vast prairie; face the sky, climb to the top, kill the dragon against the sky, laugh at the proud peak, point out the rivers and mountains, and have a magnificent mind. Riding a horse, the lower Central Plains, the full moon carved bow, desert mountains, passion empty, drunk a love affair of the world.

Love to the depths of the heart lingering, love to the depths of people lonely. Moonlight kneads into peach blossoms, rouge dyes yearning, a Sheng Xiao, a song, beauty rolls up bead curtains and waits, tears wet my clothes. You said: if you do not leave each other, I will not abandon each other. If you and I don't see enough of each other all day long, I will live up to your lovesickness. Xiaoman waist, Fan Sukou, Bai Mei Qianjiao; Hairpin Hengyundai, tearful eyes blurred. Lingering for you, happy for you, for you into the bone marrow, drunk you 72 change, reward you unique style!

Hold the sword, step on the sky, and ask who is the hero in the world? Carry Kunpeng, capture Canglong, ask who in the world is in charge of ups and downs? A document, full of spring, with beauty, hidden Taoyuan, look up to the sky with a smile, the world is small.

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