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Don't fly flowers, it's my home, infinite hatred, leave a cup of tea under the moon.
When poetry friends gather, they complain from the bottom of their hearts, there is no fragrant grass, and there is a hometown in the screen at hand.
In ancient times, there were a few people in the world, such as there or not, and they hated late, and it was difficult to get rid of them when they were shallow.
In this life, I am fortunate to have no chance to follow Kong Rong, Mo Dao is difficult to fulfill in the world, and love and hatred are always connected.
Hate the sea and the sky to look back, the bitter rain and the wind are difficult to sleep, if you can reunite the day, this life will live up to this red face.
It is difficult to gather in the heavens on earth, tears flow, to continue the dream of mandarin ducks, and live up to the white head in this life.
In the next life, I will continue the mandarin duck spectrum, and I will still be a winged person in this life, and I will never regret it in the depths of my love, and it will be difficult to separate when my love is strong.
Gather again, meet in the next life, it is difficult to tell all the words, and the silk is left for you.
The love thread has been broken, the soul is still there, the dream cannot be realized, if we can reunite in the next life, we must spend this life together.
If you can reunite in the next life, you can spend this life together.
A dream, live up to the slightest foolishness in this life, no regrets in the end, and all difficulties and dangers are poems.
I hope that this life and the next life will be a hundred years long, it will be difficult to be satisfied, and I will feel sad when my love is deep.
Away from human affection, it is difficult to know the fallen leaves and continue the previous fate, lovesick tears.
The moon is full and the west building is difficult to hold itself, and the ruthlessness is the most broken heart, but I want to reunite in the next life, and I don't regret parting in this life.
In the past, in this life, I am fortunate to be heart-to-heart, and it is difficult to love both at first sight.
If you don't hold yourself in the depths, it's hard to tell your heart who knows, but you want to reunite in the next life, and you haven't finished poetry in this life.
A pillow of lovesickness and tears is always about love, but I want this alliance in the next life.
Every time there is no end, what years in this life urge people to grow old, and cherish the flowers.
There is no chance to see each other again, and in the next life, I am fortunate to have a good marriage, and it is difficult to tell all the words, and a wisp of love is tied to my heart.
Love silk is ten thousand families, to the end of the world, but to seek the next life to meet again, live up to this life and flowers.
It's hard to dream, it's always about love, but I want to live in the next life and this life.
Why do you need to ask your name, this life is only suitable for years to urge people to grow old, and it is difficult to calculate the limited time.
Where is home in this life, the end of the world in the next life, it is difficult to have tears in the world.
It is difficult to continue the loneliness without a chance, if you can spend this life hand in hand in the next life.
Sansheng stone, the flowers bloom a few degrees of spring, Penglai fairy road is far away, there is love.
In the sound of the sun, a flock of chickens, the stars and the moon are light and listen to the birds.
A rooster sings to break the morning light, people don't know, the firewood startles the birds, and the stars are sparse and the moon is bright.
At sunset, the West Mountain is sparsely populated, the smoke of the cooking stove is covered with firewood, and the dog barks and the neighbor's chicken does not return.
Cover the greenery, the flowers are sparse, the birds are frightened, and the chickens next door are crying.
The twilight is faint in the barking of dogs, the chickens and dogs do not want to return, where are the stars and the moon, and the firewood in the small courtyard is half hidden.
The chickens are constantly singing in the wind, and the firewood is half-hidden and the stars are rarely heard.
The guests are scarce, the green is slight, the dog barks a few times to startle the birds, and the chickens chirp in the four fields to call the morning light.
I don't see the firewood covering the cuiwei, the lonely dog barking in the empty mountain is amazing, and I know that the neighbor's chickens are flying around.
Lin **, the sound of chickens is heard under the moon, and the stars are sparse and the firewood is silent.
The sun is red, and the village dog barks half-concealed to welcome the guests, showing a smile.
The sound is scarce, where to knock on the firewood, and suddenly hear the dog barking and the chicken returning in the middle of the night.
Buckle the firewood, the stars are sparse and the moon is cold, the dog barks and startles the birds, and calls for the return of the son.
In the barking of dogs, the moon sets and the stars fall, the trees are quiet, the mountain village is silent, and the guests do not return.
The chicken and dolphin are like my yuan, and the dog barks like a gentleman and has affection, and wants to deduct the firewood to ask for the news, and the sparse fence falls into a light.
The trees on the river are gradually thinning, the firewood is half-hidden in the moon, the dogs bark and startle the birds, and they know that the neighboring chickens report the morning.
People don't know, the guests are scarce, the birds are frightened, and it is suspected that the neighbors have prepared chickens early.
Barking small streams, the sound of the moon is full of buildings, the flowers are falling, and the firewood is half-hidden for the spring outing.
The rain in the chicken shop is slight, the people have not returned, the birds are frightened, and the smoke is sparse.
One night, the autumn wind was half-hidden and waiting for the king to return, and suddenly heard the dog barking and startled the birds, but it was the neighbor's chicken crying.
The firewood is passed, the stars are sparse and the moon is faint and the night is hazy, the dog barks and startles the birds, and it is known that it is the neighboring chicken to announce the dawn bell.
The wild water around the village is barking in the spring, the chickens are crying, the people are isolated and there are no visitors, and they cover up the firewood and the west.
The rooster cries to break the bell of the fifth watch, the dog barks at the head of the village at night, the half-covered firewood is gone, and the stars are sparse and the moon is bright in the east of the small bridge.
At the beginning of the night, the three watchmen who leaned on the firewood were sleepless, and the drum dream was difficult to achieve.
Suddenly, I heard the dog barking and thundering, the sky was about to open, the moon and stars were scarce, and the firewood was half-hidden waiting for the king to come.
The hatred of the green shirt has not disappeared, and the soul has dreamed of crossing the blue bridge several times, sadly remembering where the old people are, and the fading face is delicate in the mirror.