A Dream of Red Dust drunk for thousands of years

With a flick of my finger, time has passed thousands of years. On that day thousands of years ago, you stroked the jade flute and the window. The gentle flute blew away peach flower red, green the Jiangnan shore, and blew a girl’s heart. The red dust is destined, and the flute is accompanied. See clearly with you the bright moon Wind Dance, between dreams and flowers. The love of bypassing the finger, the attachment of the whole life, in the pipa and singing, performed the nostalgia of one time after another. Between the two eyebrows, the lovesickness is dyed. Watch the wind, the flowers fall, the sound of water and the strings with you. Looking back on your face, when the city was warm, I smiled and was drunk for a while. Love is in my heart, warm and warm. Under the Bodhi tree, count the falling flowers with full curtains; Ink saintgreen writes the poems of life; Sing A Tang Poem, a song poem, listen to a song, and ripple the love of the previous life. Red Dust has a dream, drunk for thousands of years! In the end, it is beyond the time. You and I disappear in the red dust, and then reincarnation is another thousand years. A thousand years dream, when will it be round? On that day of that year, you came through the red dust. We recognized each other just at a glance. Your look back, my smile, all became the warmth of the years, fixed on that day. I have waited for thousands of years for this reunion. In a thousand years, how many times have you met, brushed your shoulders, looked back, and you turned a dragonfly to stop at your shoulder. In this world, I finally wait for a reunion, but this meeting has been waiting for thousands of years! You are my tenderness through the world, with a pleasant fragrance floating in the moonlight, warming my lifelong attachment. A flood of Autumn Water is flowing in my eyes, and my thoughts are full of me. Under the Langyue, I am still a woman like a dream, with long hair fluttering and dancing. But are you still the one who helps the flute splash ink, the white clothes win the snow, and the smile is clear? The love of a previous life, I miss each other; Is the reunion of this life another dream of red dust? Sorrow, under whose music of violin does softness become a appealing feeling? The Crows caw when the moon goes down, whose wind and frost has been sung for thousands of years? In those days, a smile provoked infatuation, which was destined to go through thousands of years with you in the red dust. This night, I was drunk in the Xiaofeng crescent moon of my previous life. On strayed into lotus flowers profound, on the shore of Willow, you are my dream. The pinky finger lasts for a few years, the dust blows away, and the missing is lost; Touch the strings lightly, like the slender wind, who is the missing? A love of the red dust, a thousand-year bond, a few wisps of lovesickness across the bank, how many old dreams have been reclusive? In this life, I just want to admire ding dong for you and tap every night I read you. I just want to smile for you and erase the exhaustion and dust of your life! A Dream of Red Dust is drunk for thousands of years, and a song of loneliness is accompanied. For you, I am drunk with the endless reincarnation of thousands of robberies, pale with the short and eternal love of the rolling red dust. If you want to stay together, it is difficult to look at each other, people will worry about breaking their intestines; Love is easy to pass away, hate is long, and people will hesitate in the light of the lights; Travel thousands of mountains, travel thousands of water, and cry on the road of lovesickness; Past life love, this life debt, a dream of red dust reincarnation. Life is a fate, gathering and separating, sad circulation, if there is an afterlife, but also for the king drunk for thousands of years!

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