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Looking for each other, the meaning is stronger, reuniting, and then calm.
The world is not in love, in a dream, the mandarin duck spectrum, there is a fate for thousands of miles to travel together.
Don't ask where to go in the next life, in this mountain, there are thousands of cups, and you are drunk with eternal love.
Thousands of miles of fate can be revisited without regrets, the love in the world and heaven is inexhaustible, when to meet and sing together.
Infinite love, thousands of miles of laughter, reunion in the next life, fate through the ages.
In the next life, we will continue the world alliance, and we will make this trip together, and it will be good to smile for a hundred years, and it will not be in vain how much love there is in the world.
The fate is set to be bright tonight, and the old alliance will be renewed in the next life, and the love in the world and heaven is inexhaustible, and I only hate to meet too late.
If you don't meet, you will reunite in the next life when the love is deep, and you will be calm.
Wushan has a long way to go, another year, if there is a reunion day in the next life, and then continue the front edge in the world.
If you don't dream of Wushan, it is difficult to become a sea edge in this life, even if you have to get drunk when you meet, the two are in love in the sky.
Looking for the trace, I hope to meet Qing again in the next life, Fang hates to be late, and when you meet, you will fall into the city with a smile.
When you meet and smile, your dreams are cold, reunite, and renew your previous life.
There is no end, why should we have to join hands when we meet, and fate will be spent.
The situation is that the autumn wind blows the guest, and it is unbearable to look at the hometown, life has been difficult since ancient times, and the world has never been easy to change.
The leaves are left, and the old love is still in the festive season, and the world is difficult to get out of the way.
Three cups are difficult to dream, an old poem is easy to hurt the mind, how much do you know about the taste of life, and the autumn wind sends spring.
The night rain knocks on the window and the shadow is difficult to settle, and the human situation is lovesick to the fifth watch.
Homesickness, melancholy Tianchanjuan is difficult to appreciate, and it is easy to forget.
The sound of the autumn wind and rain at night, the situation is sad during the festival, Yi Lao's heart is still strong, and the world is difficult to dream.
It's hard to sleep, I can read the year, and I think about the festive season kindly, and I am melancholy and speechless to the full moon.
Easy to get old, it is always difficult to peace, and the moon is bright at the end of the festival.
The taste has faded, the melancholy autumn wind is difficult to go with the flowing water, and Shaohua is easy to fall into the flowers.
Everything in the world is light, the festival is hurtful, and the end of the world is easy to return to the hometown.
It's always easy to waste a lot of dreams, and tonight is the world's worst.
Pay the flowing water, send Feihong lonely, know how much the situation tastes, in a dream.
It's another year, and it's hard to fall asleep together.
Always amorous and empty, even more lonely, easy to get old, why sigh, the years are difficult to leave hatred.
It is difficult to dream of chanting poetry under the moon, it is easy to hurt the mind with wine before flowers, and the life situation tastes autumn breeze and spring.
The sideburns are pale, the old dreams are long, the leaves are blowing, and the sun is melancholy and resentful.
At the right time, the melancholy east wind is not self-sustaining, it is difficult to fall asleep for thousands of miles, and a hundred years of personnel are easy to become poems.
The melancholy east wind festival is full of relatives, and it is easy to be difficult to become a limited spring.
On the old things, send the remnants of spring, when the cold food is clear tomorrow, the melancholy east wind is full of tears.
Life is easy to grow old and not hateful, the world is difficult to calm the autumn wind blowing leaves, and what if you are unbearable.
It's terrible, I'm alone and my heart is like ashes, and it's not easy to accompany everything in the world.
Another year, the festive season is still there, and the dream has not come true.
It is cool, impermanence and susceptibility, and the autumn wind is melancholy against the slanting sun.
Yuan Feiyi, the new poem of the spirit of heaven and earth can be accompanied by wine, and the memory of Chang'an.
The wind blows the fallen leaves and the fragrance of plum blossoms is secretly attacked, and the branches are in spring, and now the rainbow is shining.
The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is full of grass and grass, the north wind is high and the clouds are low, the fog is white in a night, and the ice mirror in three winters is full of mountains.
The ice on the ridge is gone, the scenery in the white rime is new, the dark fragrance floats for thousands of miles, and the snow melts and the shadow is drunk in three springs.
The jade is crystal clear, a piece of ice, the sky and the earth are dark, and the snow is drifting and the wild ghosts are frightened.
The cloudy sky is cold, the long time is long, there is no trace, only the rime hangs on the end of the tree.
There is a spring in the snow, dreams are frequent, cold to the bones, and the ice soul is still proud of the red dust.
The ice bones are clear and ethereal, the sideburns are sparse, the pine wind and bamboo rhyme can be friends, and the snow and plum souls can be married.
Flying all over the sky, thousands of miles of ice and sky are the same color, the Qiongzhi wind swings, and the snow is melted in silver.
The wind shakes the jade branches, the moon is delicate, the ice soul fragrance is overflowing, and the rime is dancing and happy.
Last night, the ice soul was found in a dream, the rime hung the tree and the jade dragon chanted, the wind blew the white flocculent and the thousand mountains danced, and the snow reflected the red plum and ten thousand gold.
Hanging on the treetops, the ice sky is thousands of miles white, and the mountains are dancing, and the plum is charming.
The wind blows far away on the green pine ridge, the snow reflects red, where is the heart of ice, and the mountains and thousands of water rime.
Looking for plum blossoms to my house, a flower swaying in the wind, the rime can't bear to leave lightly, and the ice soul accompanies the sunset.