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The wind and rain are flying, the dream is full of dreams, and the vicissitudes of life are new.
Another year, Gong Chanjuan, where is the ice soul jade now, and his thoughts flew to Jiuquan.
The plum blossoms in the snow have a dark fragrance, the ice heart jade bones do not compete with the color, and the purple and red are crazy.
The grass and trees are fragrant, the breeze is blowing, and the purple Dongjun is a piece of light.
Too much love, thousands of purples and thousands of red dark incense wind send away, cuckoo singing.
A hundred flowers bloom, Dongjun sends warmth, and a wisp of dark incense is intoxicated.
Since he was amorous and did not return with Qunfang Dongjun, he accompanied the spring trip.
A wisp of fragrant soul floats in the hazy moon, and in the purple spring breeze, it competes for beauty.
Dongjun blooms a hundred flowers overnight, thousands of purples and thousands of reds come for the first time, the wind sends dark incense people want to get drunk, and the garden is full of spring.
Thousands of red and bright sun, Dongjun deliberately sends spring, floating bees and butterflies dance, and peach and plum compete for beauty.
Send dark incense, competitive fragrance, know people's intentions, and thousands of purples and thousands of reds into the gallery.
With all the flowers, the fragrance is floating in the blue sky, the spring is noisy, and Dongjun is speechless and laughs at the cold winter.
Last night, Dongjun came to my house, the world is full of ends, spring is infinite, and a tree is fragrant and snowy.
Thousands of purples and thousands of reds have no intention of provoking the dust, the dark fragrance floats between the flowers, and the fragrance hits the people under the moon.
The dark fragrance floats in thousands of homes, and the lonely fang appreciates itself and is proud of the world, if you know people's intentions, you are willing to turn thousands of reds and flowers.
Lonely Fang self-appreciation does not compete for spring, refreshes my heart, are all passers-by, this flower is only for the east king.
Whoever sent Dongjun to my house, thousands of red and purple filled the world, the dark fragrance floated in the spring, and the snow of a tree made flowers.
Compete for spring, live up to the dark fragrance of Dongjun, where to find, and appreciate the dawn.
The shadow is sparse and the fragrance is a little clear, the proud frost wind, Dongjun is incomprehensible and lovesick, and thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always in love.
It can make everyone rest, where does a few wisps of dark incense come from, thousands of purples and thousands of red springs are noisy, and there is no power to bloom.
Hundreds of flowers are the same, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always empty, where to find, lonely Fang admires the moon and brightness.
Thousands of purples and thousands of reds send warmth and flowers, bees and butterflies dance, and the rhyme lingers on the birds.
does not fight for spring, a wisp of fragrant soul Dongjun infinitely hates, always sultry.
It is Dongjun sending warm spring again, thousands of red and purple are colorful, the dark fragrance floats and the bee butterfly dances, and the fragrance attacks the soul of the drunk.
In the eyes of the new, Dongjun sends warm floating flowers and branches, and a wisp of fragrant soul is sent to distant people.
At dusk of the floating moon, the jade bone ice muscle is full of garden, and by asking Dongjun where to go, Wanzi reports spring.
Today, I am fortunate to have no chance to get together again, and last night the west wind geese called late autumn.
The sun flowers are like snow, and now the autumn wind rises, dreaming of the hometown.
Last night to the south branch, reported with the plum blossom a tree idiot, today the cold to the bone, should know tomorrow when the warmth comes.
The report to the country is not paid, the Yellow Crane Tower, today I have the honor to climb the heights, and tomorrow I will know that everything will be closed.
Flowers are like snow, willows are like smoke, I don't know last night in the world of April.
Chongyang chrysanthemum is open, and today there is no door to hold hatred, and the autumn wind came into the window last night.
Last night, the sound of autumn came to the pillow, and Mo Dao had a sunny day today and tomorrow.
The golden wind sends cool stars for nine days, and I like to see the good rivers and mountains of today and tomorrow.
The wedding banquet is open, a few people will come tomorrow, and the news will be spread last night, and it will be planted in one place.
Come to Yangliu'an again, Xinghua Village, and knock on the door diligently to report the east wind.
The west wind sent the remnants of red last night, the autumn is strong, there is no good scenery today, and tomorrow is even more verdant.
Last year, the spring breeze reported that Xiaolou listened to the sound of rain last night, and where is the flower falling today.
came to deliver the message, sent the autumn, returned to his hometown, and shed tears before reporting.
Tomorrow's flowers will bloom and the road will be fragrant, and now the leaves will fall with the wind, and the country will die first, and the stars will rise with the moon last night.
The spring breeze reported the dawn of the branches last night, and Mo Dao is full of stars today and tomorrow.
Report the midwinter, fall into a dream, stay until the flowers are brocade today, and the fragrant flowers will be more verdant tomorrow.
Today is a sunny day, tomorrow the spring breeze peach blossoms are full of trees, and the magpies on the branches are safe.
Tomorrow will ring, the fireworks will open today, and the magpie will send warmth last night.
Another year, plum blossoms reported good news of spring, look at peonies.
Report peace, Dongjun sends warmth and cold, and likes to see the sunny day today and tomorrow.
A hundred flowers are the same, tomorrow's spring breeze Dongjun will be a companion, and it has been reported in the middle of winter.
Tomorrow's spring breeze and autumn rain fall on the sycamore, no door empty tears, in the dream.
Last night, I dreamed back thousands of miles away, and suddenly heard that the magpie reported safety, and now it is another year, who will lean on the fence tomorrow.
Hanmei reported that the east wind entered the windowsill last night, the magpie branches were noisy, and the peach blossoms would bloom in the courtyard tomorrow.