When my hair reaches my waist, you have already returned to the court. In this life, I accompany you in your robe. The moon is full in the west building. Spring is good. The flowers shower early, the phoenix bird also returns to the nest, and the monarch deep feelings long, wait for the good news. Acacia month after month, drunk to see the stars. Drink gold wine, taste brocade quilt good night.
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Moonlight is not yet, my mind is in a daze, and I mention a basket of charming feelings, in a quiet corner of the moonlight. Memories through dust, falling in the fingers, waves of text curling around the wrist, snow to cherish the dance in the text jump, this moment, let time stop rotating, let the heart in this quiet good peace, peace and graceful flying, let the brush strokes fly out of the rhythm of love.
This life, can carry a mountain, across the thousand mountains, but the difficulty of the situation. A love word, thick thin note, thick Shaoguang, wet the number of eyes, hurt the number of confidantes. Long years, a wait, worry about the moonlight, a touch of Acacia, warm years.
Who did you give this season's verdure to? Whose tenderness is hidden in your brow? If I'm in your heart, what's the point of having three thousand rivals? What if I'm beside you and I lose everything? If the heart is open, if the heart understands, how can the mountains and rivers stop it?
The reward of love is happiness and joy when you love, not marriage one day. The reward of creation is relief and joy when you create, not fame one day. The happiness of life is to do happy things with people you like, with a compassionate heart, with a pair of loving eyes, with a true disposition to meet every ray of sunshine, every drop of rain, let love sprinkle the heart. Even though, fleeting time is full of tears, the heart of that place is still a Taoyuan flower Yi Yi, emergence into poetry, rich years, quiet beauty of the time.
Life, a drop in the ocean, a flash of a hundred years, a hundred years later, but a handful of yellow sand, those conflicts gains and losses, children's love, will fall like clouds, only the true feelings engraved in the clouds shine under the dome, between the Mekong River. A monarch no joke, a concubine and so on for a hundred years, prosperous three thousand, a moment, only you played the movement of my life. White pistil painting streamer, Acacia crying moon, long street short pavilion side, how much waiting for the completion of a gentle poem line, how much miss condensed into deep bone marrow memory, time flies, years go by, will not forget, will be with life into the blood, rooted in the bottom of my heart.
I don't know if we make our days boring, or if this boring world makes our hearts unable to find peace and warmth, we spend our lives looking for true love and truth. A note flower language, a Zen read, fragrant years, gentle dust wind. Is time attached to the true feelings, or time and space elongated miss? In the world of mortals, couples always provoke feelings, longing for autumn water, meeting only for a moment, missing but a lifetime. No matter how time bleaches memory, the emotion of ink smudge is still fragrant like flowers. Spread a piece of plain paper, recite a Que Qing word, thick ink heavy color painted on those intoxicated poems, mood fragrance.
Walking in the mortal world, hiding from the weather, snow and rain, hiding from the red crescent moon, but can not hide from worldly love, ask how much true love, true love geometry? A square ink table, plain pen weaving feelings, every word goes out of heart, whose true words are dyed red lotus on white paper? Whose tears become lilies of midnight loneliness? Raise eyes thousands of thoughts, low eyebrow tears wet clothes, do not think, since unforgettable. Clearly know lovesickness bitter, partial to the moon Xu deep feelings, eliminate red makeup thin, drink on the moon
Acacia. Cold summer to go, distant hope old friend return, evening drum morning bell, look off the horizon road, red fat green thin how to solve feelings worry? How crazy, how crazy? For one man. If the flow of water solution falling flowers meaning, how can endure east flow? East wind a go no news, love also disappear, love also disappear, where are you? When will the red candle shine in the window?
If, meet is a song, I would like to be drunk with you, whether it is robbery or fate, I would like to butterfly dance in your thin paper several cases, charming graceful, do not say looks keep, only say long love. Throw away all the fame in the world and find a peach blossom hut with you. Wouldn't it be fun to spend the rest of your life with half an acre of thin farmland? Life is short for dozens of years, what about brocade clothes, jade food? All like clouds, children love long, love hate hatred, will drift away, why not live in the present, cherish fate, cherish feelings, compassion for the years, love the time, do not waste a world.
Unconsciously, spring has passed through the fingers, summer in full swing to come. In the moment I turned around, I did not pay attention to the spring slip away, nor did I care about the summer uniform, I am still waiting for you in the rainy season, waiting for you in situ. Perhaps, only rain can break sorrow, only rain know my feelings. I stand at the port of your return, hoping that the swan goose will bring you news, hoping that a spring river will carry you back triumphantly.
After three years of separation, this time the moon is full according to the Iraqi people, the spring water is warm and the eyes are fixed, and the haze is wrapped in tears.
Long miss submerged me, I prostrate countless times in the text, lovesickness, I put the deepest miss smudged fingertips, eager for you to send me to stir the heart of the words, comfort my thoughts through the intestines. I know that you allow me a long love, but you and I can only stare at each other in the red world ferry, the ink painting hidden endless love, I can cross the missing boundary, but can not go out of the missing you circle, you are after all a section of my pen love, my heart, always treasure a soft feelings of you, until death.
Who picked up the drift of the red leaves, opened the curtain of missing? Who is playing sonatas at the ferry of Acacia, writing tenderness all his life with red maple?
Heart has a connection, an extreme understanding of the blooming pen, I read your joys and sorrows between enchanting words, taste your elegant rhyme, trace of thick feelings into the bones, lingering love to stir the heart, let life go to the depths of the soul, touch that beautiful leisure, chase that romantic feelings, fragrant fragrance, warm and bright, let this love melt between the words, safe and sound, so beautiful.
Spring flowers moonlight, Linshui according to Iraqis, Yingying between a water, pulse can not be language. I stand in the middle of the water, Wan if lotus, you gently shake the boat to meet me, the wind brushed my long hair, rippling a pool of gentle, you gently call my name, eyes blurred with love, I rely on your arms whisper, at this moment, you gently hold my face kiss to cheek falling tears, affectionate dye my heart, drunk Acacia, drunk a river spring water, drunk for thousands of years. Let this moment last forever, let this moment live this life, let this moment live my life.
San Mao said: If there is an afterlife, to do a tree, stand into eternal, no sad and happy posture. Half in the earth, half in the wind. Half in shade, half in sun, never dependent, never seeking. Sanmao in heaven, do you know how many women are infatuated with your ink fragrance today, because each word is your soul's perception, because your legendary love has touched countless people's hearts. Who can escape the fireworks of this world, who can drink Meng Po that bowl of love soup? I really want to be a tree, ah, wind and rain life and love each other, love set three lives.
The greatest happiness in life, half comes from life, half comes from the soul, and the understanding in the depths of the soul, the attraction, far from flashy fame, more than the value of life itself, this life, if there is a soul mate, what kind of happy thing? Qingning years, with our hearts, with our soul in the strange scenery humming an old love song, weak opposite, let the heart quiet leisure. Everyone passes by, is a fate, each road cold to summer, is a scenery, freehand a Zen poem, holding the love of people, leisure to see falling flowers, quiet appreciation of the moon, warm flowers open mind, write down a calm calm.
Tonight, your name is crawling over my heart, under the moonlight, I hold up the words of your heart, feel your warm love thousands of miles away, my heart floods in your words, the tide of missing turns into warm tears, trickling down. Distant you, whether also leaves a heart lamp to me, whether your dream also has my figure?
Toast invites you to bathe in the breeze, my daughter is infatuated with the wine, and the fragrance spreads all over the ground in the future, hand in hand to laugh at the red dust.
You said,'When my hair reaches my waist, I will enter into a covenant.' Tonight, the moon warm, the wind clear, who will warm my green quilt, who will come to my spring night? In this life, we are destined to know each other, but can not keep each other, even if one day, you go far in my memory, you still occupy my heart, I still in the text between the static products you left memory, when your heart falls rain, I still quietly accompany you at this end of the audio, do you text in the most beautiful beauty.
Author: Lan Linger QQ:1955758814
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