At the end of glorious youth, who did a falling red sigh?

In the floating world, where is the fate? Who is the pain of a tone? Who did a falling red sigh? Who did you cherish? Love does not know how to play, but love is deep, floating and changing, you are my constant practice for thousands of years. Text/red dust smile [time Ferry] along the context of May, touch time lightly, some thoughts, like dust; Some dreams, quiet. Standing at the ferry of time, watching the flowing light flying away, the plain white moonlight, it seems that it is hard to understand the joys and sorrows of the world. It always inadvertently Chen the graceful mind, and any sigh knocked the wound. When a stranger goes on for a while, he picks up the lovesickness lightly. After years, he speaks half a letter of heart. Who has been gentle with the years? Who surprised the time? In the most beautiful years, when I met you, I was destined to make a graceful passage of Yanliu painting Bridge, and the clouds and water embraced each other. Open the broken chapter of memory, vaguely, it was the smoky and soft May, a wupan boat, a few eyes met at the beginning, two post moving heart. I don’t know if it was the fate of the previous life. Your warmth romantic my love at first sight in the life of talking and laughing. From then on, water is the medium, and the mountain is the proof. A word of commitment reflects a lot, two students are entangled with heart Lotus, and once they meet autumn scenery, they will win countless things in the world. Perhaps, this season, there is no need to deliberately walk on the breeze, listen to the heart, in the south of the Yangtze River, I am just a look back of the years you left behind, but in the north, you, but it is always my endless thoughts and waiting for peach blossom water. [Red and red] if life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? In this world, the feeling is difficult and unpredictable. The flowers bloom in one season, the red color is gone, and it can’t be found in the deep spring. Standing on the edge of the season, watching an empty city, covering loneliness, sadness is a wisp of wind, passing through the fingertips, left in a faint fleeting time. The promise of three lives made cannot give the result of one life. After a dream in a year, people are thinner than yellow flowers because they don’t know how to do it. Perhaps, there are too many things in this world, which make people unable to grasp. For example, the oath of ten fingers closing their hands, after being dried, is ups and downs in the air, so it is scattered and faded, far away. Change of the seasons, the streamer flies, whose oath is colorful in the past? Whose watchhole has passed through the fleeting time? With a volume of light, duster curtain, overlook the river and ask the sky. In fact, some answers happen to be slight; Some chapters are doomed to be silent. Who said: About Love, The Silent Child is the most bitter gardener? Pengshan is heavy, the seasons change, the geese break every year, thinking like practice, maybe, about infatuation, more or less with sadness. Holding a plain paper, under the lonely sky, waiting for the wings of the birds, smiling and blurred, whose voice is vaguely, stopping at the window and calling my breast name lightly? Sycamore tree, three more rain, no separation bitter; A leaf, a sound, empty steps drop to the Ming. Mention a thousand-year-old GD, and wait for a dream of infatuation in the light dance place of jishang. Lovesickness Ferry, whose pain cuts bones? Who is in a light ink again, tears at night and night, the Nirvana that cannot be crossed? The dream goes with the wind for thousands of miles, and the red dust comes and goes for several times. At the end of the world, I see the flowing light flying away. I don’t ask where is the return date. I want to pay my heart to Yao Qin. Who will listen to the broken strings? Plain pen painting heart, shallow writing blurred, Tang poems/song phrases full of songs, how can it be worth a love of wind, flowers, snow and moon? Life is only a false, suddenly looking back, flowers bloom and flowers are full of flowers, only turning into hearts with thousands of knots. [End of glorious youth] spring stories a year, who has peach flower red; Looking back, who has met the dust; Who has a little sense of truth, who has given it to; Who has a flower hoe buried in tears? The mottled years record the fleeting time, and the time passed by beating horses is shallow in Que Que’s clear words. The Moonlight is like water, cold and clear, pulling away the edge of silk in the past life, and the bead necklace of memory falls to pieces like water dreamlike lingering. Perhaps, in this life, you and I are destined to make a dream trip in this troubled world, without flowers or fruits, without beginning or end. Holding a clear word, the ink rhyme becomes a secret, looking at the sky and the road, losing weight for a few years, and fading the face. I made a promise for a person, but it was the firework of two people. From then on, the stars and the Moon do not meet each other, and the mountains and rivers do not meet each other. All kinds of things today, like water without trace; He Xi, Ming Xi, Jun has become a stranger. Things are not, people are not, ageless everything is not a long time, dancing ink painting is oblique, passing by the window, twisting a thousand-year warp scroll, separated by Moonglow, for you, build a thin note. A flower, a world, a leaf, a Bodhi, a story that has not been explained before, a deep-rooted attachment, in tens of millions of times, the interpretation of the sea on the three-Life Stone. A Nuo lovesickness, a stroke of a stroke, a person is Haggard, only for whom, flowers and flowing water do not follow each other, the lovesickness is given, the years are crossed, and the West Wind is mistaken for no reason. Deep in the red dust, I dreamed of no trace, looked up, lowered my eyebrows slowly, passed through the pain of my fingertips, dropped words, and became a fan. Only, the wine is on the wind, the eyes are flooded, and the appearance when you first see flowers is recorded. In the floating world, where is the fate? Who is the pain of a tone? Who did a falling red sigh? Who did you cherish? Love does not know how to play, but love is deep, floating and changing, you are my constant practice for thousands of years. In this life, I only wish the green lights to be Lotus, and write a lot of fragments for you; In this life, I only wish to rise and fall in the morning, for you to sing the past life and come back for a thousand times. 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