Peach dyed fragrance, missing drunk as Blue

Is it possible to laugh all the time by putting the missing light on the brow? Is it possible to gather thoughts in the palm of your hand and never worry? I always want to use a delicate way to make my missing beautiful, and always want to use a beautiful way to make my missing have a perfect ending, a wind, January, a Zheng, a sigh, peach dyed the fragrance, missing drunk like blue, red dust smile (1) it is the fragrance of the world in April, holding a clear word, walking glorious youth charming, peach dyed the spring color, Willow Green, yichuan is as good as a dream, a few wisps of lovesickness are gentle, the mind is oblique, and the pink is like smoke …. I don’t know whether it is because of you or the dream? Pink Sheets, pink curtains, pink lamp, pink pajamas, even the windowsill is also made of pink marble. The book says that pink represents tenderness, romance, fantasy and beauty. I don’t know if I am gentle enough? I don’t know if I am romantic enough? For me, pink is a kind of love, a blurred mind, and a touch of sadness and beauty hidden in the years. Perhaps, the pink Mengyuan from that young age, because of the campus we studied with pink walls. On that day, you wore a pink and white T-shirt, and we met on the playground of the campus. We haven’t seen each other for a long time. Your eyes were full of tenderness and your palms stretched out were also trendy. That night, there was no night Study. We made an appointment to the lake on Willow weeping. The water was beautiful and the tourists were in pairs. We set off our ideals in the night. The qin se combined with each other and listened silently. That night, we became bosom friends. The following days were always full of sunshine and fragrance. We danced on the stage together, stroked the keys and sang together at the piano, and walked hand in hand under the neon lights together. The bunch of pink peach blossoms you gave me has always been open in front of my window. It is better than Parting. The years of love open a window of bright moon and look back, forgetting on the plain paper that has not been sketched, it is full of regrets that the sky is raining. In the dark, we forget to sign on the three-Life Stone. In the busy schedule, we lost clover? Along a river of years, trace the youth, only the sound calls the sky. No one can say everything clearly in fate… there should be at least one time in a person’s life, forgetting himself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership, or even no love for you, I just want to meet you in my most beautiful years… looking back over the years, the film is Que, only red, a wind, January, a Zheng, a sigh, chanting the grace, setting the place, flick the strings of time. (2) it turned out that Fenghua was a quicksand, old for a period of past years, the first makeup of the red dust, the mountains and rivers were boundless, the first face crushed the impermanent dream, the flowers covered by the years bloomed, for example, the gap becomes empty. Twist your finger to the smoke and sand in the middle of the city, and look back at the red dust. You and I are just a flower moon in the mirror. The Edge is gathered and scattered, between the elastic fingers, falling with the wind, sighing and complaining. There are many things that have nothing to do with the wind and moon, however, it is suspected of a windy Moon; Many dreams do not need to look back, but they are still gorgeous. After the prosperity, the loneliness, like falling flowers, flowing into the mud with the wind, could not bury the sadness of that place. I had a lovesickness in my arms in the red dust. An ancient text brightened skewers of time into fallen flowers, deduce the profound sadness. Who said that the furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, not the distance between heaven and heaven, but that I stand in front of you, but you don’t know that I love you. A Dream of Red Dust is always covered with youth for you. If you are angry as Changhong, you can drink loneliness alone, far away from the world. You are my eyes that I can no longer touch; At a loss, you are always the one I can’t overcome. Many times, many things can’t be changed, just like the rainy night, with a little light marks, the softest place in my heart yesterday, came gently, and walk away quietly. How can the oiled paper umbrella support the years? Lao Yan split up, one of your turns, fixed in my memory, and finally blurred into eternity. There is no word to go to the west building alone. The moon is like a hook, and the movie is full of sorrow. Wandering under the tree that once held hands, standing beside the lake that once depended on each other, who was the face lingering around? Who is the gentle and lingering oath? Falling Flowers and flowing water, thin for curtain; Small Bridge Pavilion, melancholy for the prime time. With a low eyebrow, I put the fragrance you gave me in my heart according to the number. I only waited for the beginning of Yuehua to talk to it quietly. (3) you said, you like blue, because you are the son of the sea; You said that when the spring blossoms, you will take me to see the sea. Looking back, at the vicissitudes of the sea and the fields, a promise has become the wind, and a secret has been achieved. Standing at the intersection when I came, holding mottled years, feeling at this moment, at that moment, the scene, bit by bit, was still as gentle as water, amazing and warm as a thousand. When flowers bloom, I know that the wind at my fingertips is still the most distant look in my soul. Through my long hair and your eyes, I hold a lovesickness and feel full of my wandering call for you, stand as a persistent tree, graceful fallen petals lie in profusion. Love you, is a kind of tears of happiness, a simple note, a window of thin shadow, glorious youth away, half a volume of years, through thousands of mountains and rivers, your smile, is still my lamp warm sleepless. Dear, tonight, if you see the peach blossom in your dream, please call softly. Do you know that it is my lovesickness? Don’t sleep for the duck, don’t ask for the dry seas and the broken rocks, just for the look back you once had, I am like a blue miss. Dear, if you hear the sound of sea waves, please remember that it is the year when I find you. One wind, one month, half clear words, chanting for you, sighing for you; One Zheng, one song, one red sleeve dance, for you to complain. Love you, is a kind of tears of happiness, peach dyed fragrance, missing drunk as blue. Red Dust wrote a smile on the night of 2013, 3 and 29

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