April falls into the city of snow, silent night sky and the moon

In April, the Spring Festival comes late, and the solar term returns. The wind and snow are whispering, and the light of spring is missing. This season, I lost a few warm, how can I feel like it? What is the concern? Can’t you find the orchid of spring? I was imprisoned in the room to read for you. I remembered that the rain in April of that year was floating on writing desk, and the lights were dim. I wrote a volume of clear words. Now there is no rain and only snow accompanied, soaked in cold and cold, missing the flood of spring snow in April, the branches owed the tender buds, the Willow Wind was held by the cold winter, but the cold sigh only in winter. Heart smoke is curling, like snow fluttering, and all flowers are sleeping. It is by no means to calm my world into a city of snow and a city of flying flowers. The wind challenges and the petals dance alone. Blossoming fallen flowers sweet grass, light kiss wet eyes. Where is home, three thousand prosperity covers the world. The eyes are pale, and the eyes are clear without sand. In April, the butterfly dance in the south of the Yangtze River is full of flowers and fresh flowers, and the northern country is flying in the snow. Looking across the window for tens of millions of times, there is no blue. Rustling, pear flower slices, Willow Wind is unbearable, this season seems to be falling! It is touching, open the window and kiss the peach blossom surface, and make a yellow flower with a light petal. It sticks to the face and turns into a little miss. Red crisp hand, coincidentally twisting of wires, cold wind like knife scissors, cuff light sewing love, Needle Needle drunk eyes. Looking up, Xia Hong has a line of sky, and the world is suddenly changing! Love to the peak, love is not shallow, snowflake is light and fragrant. Your southern spring is so bright, my smile is blooming, shallow and broken thoughts, touching the heart, and thinking to the horizon. The snow is like smoke, the love is lingering, and it has been drunk for several times. Pillow letter HANAJIRUSHI cheek edge, lying on the Sunrise, brocade is cold. Xiao Xuan window, dressing the mirror, Green Silk disturbing the water clouds; Delicate face tiredness, red and light lips; Green description and eyebrow, eyes are deeply locked. Percolator love water, coincidentally making snowflakes fragrant tea and drinking a cup of care. Red Dust dream, heart line. Sigh sigh sigh, the dust margin is stranded; Stay, hide the heart. Dream flowers are full of fragrance, pick up and Dot, fold into a hairpin and embed sideburns, can you keep fresh when you come? Every year in April, the spring comes late, and the solar term returns. The wind and snow are whispering, and the light of spring is missing. This season, I lost a few warm, how can I feel like it? What is the concern? Can’t you find the orchid of spring? I was imprisoned in the room to read for you. I remembered that the rain in April of that year was floating on writing desk, and the lights were dim. I wrote a volume of clear words. Now there is no rain and only snow to accompany, soaking in the cold, missing the heart is lonely, quiet, eating a lonely antidote, looking for a smile in the memory of the time ferry. Snow is exquisite, blurred my pupil. Dancing under the lamp is like a snowflake cleaning shadow, and it is also fantastic and really drunk. Everything is not empty. In April of that year, drizzling drizzle and lilac seeds were planted in the rain. I don’t know how heavy life is during the flowering period, but I only want to finish my dream. The hair is wet, and my eyes are full. Flowers and I are also favored by you. This love moves the sky! When you meet each other, I write it full of understanding. May I follow you all my life, be a follower, and no longer send eighteen miles store! The drizzle gradually felt sleepy. When I closed my ticking eyes, I clearly saw that there was a rainbow in the sky. My memory was a dead hole. Once I touched it, it hurt! There was no trouble in April of that year, and singing a happy song in April of that year could sigh that the world was fickle and now I have deep memories! Looking at the Alley tonight, you have loosened my hand, and the spring rain without you will fall asleep into snow, no longer falling into your eyes! Pray to heaven, snow turns into rain, can you reproduce your initial tenderness? That is a touch of warmth, drunk my heart! The snow flies in April, how graceful is the past? Or, the vicissitudes of life pass through the heart, that year, there was still a lot of love and debt. The night ended in four, and the heart was playing a quiet song. Tonight I am alone, with a lilac outside the window. The South Sky is wide, seeing a meteor passing. Put your hands together and ask for the Buddha. Willow Wind gives me warmth. No apricot flower raindrops dropped, snowflakes were dancing gracefully, and the sky was much colder in April. Only white butterflies made mistakes. Night falls, the moon turns to Zhu Ge, and the sleepless heart is lonely. Sound and chord sound are like demons, and no one dances to the east wind again! When the wind blows mesh curtains, the red crisp hand will love playing that year. A cup of clear words cut the work of the west window of the candle, and the love has been locked without Ink. A cup of fragrant tea and Moonlight have boiled and drunk, but the lips have never been cold. The bright moon gradually goes to the West to hide, drinking clear wine alone and painting the ground is firm and weak! A few rays of time have been lost. Flowers are not flowers, dreams are not dreams, talk to Guanghan Palace. There are only more than two or two left in Qijuan, and she owes her attachment to each other. Double fliers from all over the world, I am moths! There are several fires in the dark, and the burning time is wasted! Forget it, how cool is it this spring evening? Can the heart lotus blossom?? April snow, Xin Hu Ben is frozen but cracked. When you come back, come back quickly and make a farewell to winter! With the temperature of love, I comforted my heart and turned it into a new poem in The Dream of Red Dust. I picked up the spring night of that year and changed the beauty! Bare More spring world, show a tearless peach blossom! Why don’t you understand me? Red Dust, give me another hope! I saw a sudden light in the dark night, and a voice said to me: How can life be as satisfying as you can? If you are sad, you will be happy. If you are separated, you will get together. Heaven loves to play games and calmly let go of everything, the longitudinal sunshine is only one meter, and the scenery in the heart is still infinite and charming! I understand that this is not a secret, but a spiritual perception needs to remember the change of time and the alternation of seasons. Tonight, for the snow, the Spring flowers bloom and the flowers are closed according to the smell. Layers of petals show comfort, stretch your waist, not surprised or unhappy, and Enron a gift of life. Flying snow in April and empty thoughts are lonely to the moon, hoping to keep in my heart. The snow finally melted into the mud, and the spring is not far away! A touch of lovesickness is given to you. When the fragrance of spring flowers strikes, the love will lie between flowers and sleep happily, Yingman the fragrance of life is beautiful. Infiltrate the thick barrier between the heart, drive away the coolness and relieve the sadness. In my dream, I don’t know whether the flowers fall or fall. The flowers smile and cry, and everything is full of flowers. Everything is the same, a flower, a journey, a landscape and a love, full of joy! Come, go, go, never change. Flying snow in April and thinking about your feelings without any reason. Listen to the wind and say: Follow me, don’t worry. The light rain on the pleasant Street wrote in the late night of April 12, 2013.

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