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Falling asleep, a hundred flowers are fragrant, and the jade people are puzzled by the red lips and kissing the begonias.
A smile of a hundred flower fairies, the spring breeze in March with shy, slender waist and jade arms dancing.
Flick the thoughts, the tears are dry, and the spring breeze is incomprehensible and falls into a cold dream.
The red lips are slightly soothing, and the most is the spring breeze to send you home.
The willow silk is light, graceful and charming, delicate and elegant, and appeals to the heart.
A smile is shy, the face is soft, and the red lips are lightly opened and slightly touched the beauty's head.
The jade chariot and the golden public are not returned, the tears fall first, and then the south bank of the Green River, and the smile is charming.
Lightly open the vermilion lips and noodles, the ice muscle and jade bones are darkly fragrant, and the spring breeze is incomprehensible and enters my arms.
The face is soft, the flowers are shy, who is comparable, the red lips are full of incense.
Thousands of miles of lovesickness know each other, love the sky and hate the sea, a few people are stupid, ride the wind and waves to dream of three lives, and laugh at a poem in Hongchen.
Where is the red dust, the rivers and lakes are hearty, and the mirage is infinitely tearful.
Ren Lang wanders, several degrees of frost, Mo Dao Acacia has nowhere to send, and there is a lover at the ends of the earth.
Treading the waves and sailing the river, the red dust is sent with the wind, and the end of the cape is always love.
Two places of mourning, love and hatred of the sea and suspicion, riding the wind and waves and red dust several times.
Broken sorrow, if a pipa is long-term, the water is vast.
A few lines of tears, alone with sorrow, looking around blankly at the autumn wind and two sideburns.
The two are insignificant, and there is no news who can solve the knots, and they are pitiful.
The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the green water forget each other, and whoever solves the knots, I hurt myself.
In the past, the sorrow was with the passing water, and now the tears are looking back, if the two love each other for a long time, why not be afraid of the mountains and the vast road.
It is difficult to round the heart like tears, sad and easy to break like numbness, no one asks around, only two lovesick homes.
Two sideburns, the road is vast, it is difficult to make a sentence, and a thousand cups of turbid wine are full of tears.
The deep moon is dark, the wisps are hesitant, who understands, and the tears are wet and the green shirt dreams are also cool.
A glass of turbid wine is in the bowels, the heart is cold, and the long stay is long, so why not be afraid of the end of the world.
In the Qingming Dynasty, the intestinal paper money is sorrowful, and the dark money is at a loss, and the yin and yang are separated by no year.
The green mountains look at each other, the lonely sail is far away in the sky, who solves the knots, and the song is full of tears.
The land of Shenzhou is boundless, the two are different, people are easy to get drunk when they are drunk, and their dreams are difficult to end with tears on their sleeves.
Joys and sorrows break the bowels, a song of lovesickness and tears a few lines, if the two feelings are long, why not be afraid of mountains and rivers.
The tears are not dry, the sadness turns around and no one asks, and the wind is not off.
The two ends of the world are on each side, the night sky is vast, who is sad and knotted, and the tears are wet, and the dream is longer.
Impermanence is always slim, people forget about warmth and coldness, who can solve the knots of sorrow, and I hurt myself in a thousand ways.
The night is not young, a glass of turbid wine breaks the bowels, no one asks, and the two lovesickness hurts each other.
The willow branches do not see the old people, there is no way to complain, only lovesickness with tears.
The sea of people is vast, and the end of the world is close at hand, who can solve it, I hurt myself.
Who is sad and sorrowful, tears wet green shirts sleepless at night, two lovesick thousands of miles away, a bright moon shines blankly.
Tears fell, sorrowful knots looked around the end of the world, and the two lovesick places were the same stupid.
Lovesickness on each side, the end of the world is a long way away, who can solve the knots of sorrow, and I hurt myself in a thousand lines.
The vastness of heaven and earth will be forgotten, and a cup of tears will be full of sorrow.
Thinking about the sadness, tears fall red, if you stay for a long time, the road is long.
Remembering the old people before the flowers, Hongchen dreams a few times, where to find the grass, who is looking for the old traces on the cape.
Hongchen is a layman, self-sinking, drifting to the cape, who knows himself, wandering the world and dreaming of breaking his soul.
Looking for the trace, in a dream, there is anyone in front of the flowers under the moon.
Lovesick tears, the end of the world is close to the moon, hand in hand, talk about the red dust.
Qingxi reflects the sunset, where do not fly flowers, the end of the world is close at hand, Yunshan is my home.
As soon as you enter the red dust and moon, several people are the same, and there is a dream at the end of the world of Acacia Cape.
It's not home, the cape is looking for beauty, chanting poetry under the moon, and watching the sunset.
Where is the boundless home, the flowers in the dream, the red dust and sand under the moon tonight.
Sleeping alone before the flowers under the moon, it is like smoke, where there is no fragrant grass, and there are rhododendrons in the cape.
The red dust tosses and turns, and the flowers under the moon reminisce about the old people, and the cape is lovesick and dreamy.
In the same dream, before the common bottle, who was drunk, Hongchen for a few years.
The cape meets for another year, the end of the world is close at hand, and when the moon joins hands, laughing at the red dust and not envying the immortals.