Pear falling and blooming, the wind is light and cloudy

The cruise ship goes far away, the wind blows, the boat does not move! Pleated confession, lonely heart. The flowers of that year were also like the rain last night, messy in a bay of clear water in the morning, polluting the whole damp heart! Wild flowers fall, red and flying, drizzling, taking away all the desolation! I was sad in half an mu of lotus pond, leaving half a pool of silhouette, half a pool of green tears, washing the whole moist soul! Carambola Misty Moon, falling red pieces, three-point pear core turned into seven-point Snow White, in the sunny season, frozen my heart of love! I asked the flowers with tears. Unfortunately, the red color flew across the heart built by the rose. I am not Frends peony, which can contain tears throughout the spring. I am not the butterfly flower in the house, let you pick it! Hazy years, wasted life, flying stars wear hate, can not solve the flowers falling in the dream, can not forget the cold cicadas sad not to give up! Last night, the rain was sparse, the morning was green, red and thin, gaunt appearance, pale face, unchangeable sadness, falling in the boundless Qiankun, looking for passers-by who could not come back with flowers, bringing a little darkstory, scattered in long years! I shed tears under the sycamore tree, and drops of flowers fell in love. I walked in Shanyang district and walked along the bumpy road step by step! The boundless years, leisurely with all the love, the vast land, carrying the voice of all things, wandering alone, alone drunk, can not find a flower folding leaf butterfly! Watching the wind and dust fall down and hurt my heart, the years of reminiscence gradually fade away with this season! I don’t know the pain of injury, and I don’t know the wound of tears. Then it’s lofty sentiments and aspirations, tears shed thousands of lines, and I don’t look at the bitterness of sad tears! Disturbance, the world rolling, too many injuries, this life can not express, too much love, this life can not feel, look down on the years, look down on you, also look down on me! In this trickle season, let all the unhappiness be buried in the fragrant soil with falling red, waiting for the need of flowers! The boat that had stopped on the bank of the river for a long time, experienced the blow of the wind and the baptism of the rain, still could not travel far, just waiting for the dream that belonged to oneself! Ride the Wind and break the waves, the clouds and sails strike the sea, the fish sing for you in the rolling waves, and the birds get drunk for you! The faint leaves of rhombus, the pieces of flying red, took away the deep love of the whole day, leaving a faint fragrance of flowers! The lights are dim, no one is returned, and the sky and the world are still Legends! Being alone in the cold river, the world is hard to be tested. Why is it so lonely? People are hesitating and their dreams are shaking. Looking at yesterday’s redgusset, the sword and sword are shining and the rivers and lakes are stormy, but it is also a great pleasure! In a daze, the wind blows away, loneliness also becomes Earth, floating in the boundless dust! Bright sunshine, Willow weeping, green trees, abandon all troubles, natural and unrestrained, give yourself a proper flower season! The bright moon is a smile for thousands of miles. There is no home anywhere in the world! The Dream of the Ming Dynasty in the current years, sail proud smiling dream of red dust!

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