Controversy Project
Wen Zhenxi
The streets and alleys, the world is happy, into the years, into the years, into the breath of the new year.
Time flies, a wisp of breeze, stacking up memories. Fold a piece of paper, chant a poem, and look down on the passing years of the world.
Ruixue and plum blossoms, drink a cup of brewing thousand-year-old wine, get drunk for a few minutes, intoxicate the red dust of the world, and drunk plum blossoms reflect the spring snow.
In the shallow time, we trekked through mountains and rivers, just to find the beauty of the flowers in the four seasons, just to find the memory of the reunion of the old people.
Chang'an, goodbye to your hometown. In the long river of history, there are traces of brick by brick, and I don't know whose life is sprinkled with confusion.
This passage of time, the years have burned, and the folds have a touch of light sleeves and a faint fragrance to protect the loneliness of the world.
The vicissitudes of life, wait until the mountains and rivers are splendid, wait for the wind to stop, wait for the years to change, and wait for the old people to revisit.
Riding a horse to find, listening to the footsteps of the horse's hooves, watching the spring in the world, looking for the poetry and distance in the heart, looking for the years in the heart.
The lights are bright, and the world is safe. Drunk the world, the dream of this life.
Green silk and white hair, breaking the flow of years in the world, guarding the tenderness in a twilight, guarding the depth of a year.
Giving birth to a beautiful picture of all things, the world, heaven and earth. In these red and dusty years, we lifted the ink inkstone and swayed the thoughts in our hearts.
Drink a glass of red dust wine, read a few morning and twilight, respect the spring breeze in the world, respect the years of defense of China, and respect the rebirth of fireworks.
A heart lamp lights up the stars, everything you want is what you want, everything you want is what you want. The spring in this world will eventually rush to the future for a vitality.
Life is fortunate to be able to meet, know each other, and miss each other. Unexpected passers-by, unexpected guards.
It is the poetry and distance in the hearts of many people, and the words and concerns in the hearts of many people.
The end of the world, the cape, one night is red dust, and one night is wind dust. The dust of the world has fallen, and the time of the past has fallen.
Those beautiful visions, late-night affection, and the four seasons of reincarnation finally resisted the original intention of the teenager.
Fireworks gather the hearts of the world, stranding the desires in the world. May we spend the rest of our lives in a bright spring, the years will not return to dust, and the world will not fall into lovesickness.
Pull up the arms of the years, join hands with the years, create the dawn of the dawn, join hands with the deceased, and guard the joys and sorrows in the world.
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