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A wisp of lovesickness and hatred of the sea is drowned, riding the wind and waves, and everything is resting.
Ascetic boats, thousands of miles of smoke, treading the waves and chasing the sun and the moon in the wind, where the red dust does not linger.
Sail and tread the waves, see through the red dust and acacia nowhere to send, and the ends of the world are born together.
Several autumns, the rivers and lakes tread the waves and drift, and the ends of the world are lovesick to accompany me.
Floating under the eyes, thinking about the moon is like the sea endlessly, and you can lean on the sky.
In front of the floating eyes, a wisp of clouds and smoke turned into clouds, riding the wind and waves, and the red dust did not envy the immortals.
Traveling thousands of miles, the red dust sees through a wisp of wind, and the moon is bright.
I myself have five partridge heavens in the world, turning into a thousand lines of tears, and my sleeves are swelling.
Jun at the end of the world, I go south, where in the world do not know each other, every festival is falling, and the lone lamp tears are implied.
The song is full of tears, who is the blood of the two lines, there is true love, and the reincarnation of the four seasons has not yet been returned.
Tears, tears, sadness, all pay to talk with a smile.
In the autumn, things were drowned, tears were stolen, and the night suddenly turned white.
Success has been unpredictable since ancient times, things are different, tears are falling, and two lines of tears fall into the flowers.
A song that can't be chanted when it leaves the song, how many sad things in the world turn into lovesickness and send it to you.
When we met, I woke up and burst into tears alone, and how many sad things I had to do were all laughed and talked about in front of you.
Laughing at the sadness and loneliness of the world, looking for a soulmate, a cloudy wine and lovesick tears, and the breeze on both sleeves is bitter.
For Jun Yifu partridge day, who solves the suffering and joy of the world, the jade dew before the flowers under the moon, and the tears in the lovesick dream are dry.
Condensed blue blood, the wind and clouds are the same hatred in the world, and things are not open.
The heroes of the ages are weeping, tearful, and there is true love in the world, so why bother to make up for the sky.
The two souls in the world are broken, and the partridge spring is given to Jun Qi, and the lovesickness turns into a thousand lines of tears, and the cheeks are full of scarves.
On the high-rise building, the world is full of tears, and the tears of the thousand-year-old moon are empty.
Don't say goodbye to the tears after many years, sad things, all pay you to make jokes.
I don't feel how sad I feel about my relatives, so look carefully.
Heaven and earth are unbearable, for the five partridges of the king, lovesickness turned into a thousand lines of tears, sprinkled to the Milky Way ten thousand points.
Who am I, where in the world is a smile into a memory, and lovesick tears are hanging in my dreams.
I don't see the tears of my relatives, my parents are empty and bloody, and the heavens and the earth hate the same, when will I return home.
Thousands of miles of acacia cherished tears, how much the world and you look carefully.
Everywhere is not a peach source, Jun is singing and tears in Jiangqing, and he is singing to the flowers.
The first few mountains of Penglai, where is there no peach source in the world, soaked and gone, and the tears in the dream are not dry.
Acacia tears are not dry, they have been drained first, and how many sad things in the world are paid to talk with you.
The tears are dripping, the tears are dry, and the world is more or less with you to look carefully.
The right way is the vicissitudes of life, the king leaves the song at the end of the world, a thousand tears, and two lines of turbid wine are ten thousand intestines.
If the water shines on the high-rise building, the dawn is close to autumn, and the wind blew the moon last night to give the dream to swim.
The old men of the Ming Dynasty did not return, only last night and this morning were full of clothes.
There is no way to send, the Ming Dynasty is parting again, and the reunion should not be recognized, it is lovesickness.
Looking for it in a dream at night, tears stained with tears, and people in the Ming Dynasty were not moved.
Yesterday and this morning, the rain continued, the spring dream was remnant, the flowers of the Ming Dynasty were better, and the old people were not reunited.
Stay until a pot of wine in the Ming Dynasty, what does it mean for the old people to see each other, and the world has different paths in the dream last night.
More than three years, what is it, the day of return, last night in a dream.
A night of wind and rain to see off the boat, this morning the end of the world is autumn again, don't ask where to go in the Ming Dynasty, so people should swim in their dreams.
Last morning, I dreamed of a cold night, and I waited until the Ming Dynasty to meet and give new words.
The snowflakes are drifting, the heart is lonely, we still got together in my dream last night, and we were vaguely on the broken bridge this morning.
I vaguely saw the old man in my dream, and the Ming Dynasty went with the wind this morning, reminiscing about the old traces of the night.
In the dream, the east wind arrived at the end of the world this morning, and the Ming Dynasty was an old man who only looked at flowers.
The snow flew, and last night's cold night was a good spring in the Ming Dynasty, and the smile was open.
A hundred flowers are blooming, when will they return, and they met in a dream last night.
The heart is lonely, where is the Ming Dynasty going with the wind this morning, and the night is together.
The night rain and night send spring back this morning, and it is the day of flowers, accompanied by it.
I woke up last night and knew that this morning, a night of spring rain moistened the flowers, and I stayed until the clear sky of the Ming Dynasty, and the old people gathered in laughter and talking.
The Dragon Boat Festival dumplings are fragrant, thousands of miles away from the old people's affection, there is no good dream in the early night, and it is the father and mother who wake up this morning.