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Always misleading, gentleness is the most daughter's body, peach blossom face, autumn rain lingering willow leaf lips.
The lingering drizzle and lovesick tears are not dry, the village is in the moon, and the affection is still according to the old people.
Sleepless, lingering in the dream with a gentle local flavor, the moon is leading.
The gentle village words are desolate, since ancient times, amorous and always broken, a song lingers and people can't sleep, and the two lines of tears become a pair.
Love beauty, gentle countryside with peach blossom noodles, autumn rain lingering willow leaf skirt.
Lingering in March, the spring breeze is like smoke, the gentle township is as good as a thousand things, and the amorous dream is not fulfilled.
The spring breeze is always lingering in dreams, and gentleness is the most insomnious lover.
In the spring and autumn season, since ancient times, many lingering people have not sleeped, and tears are difficult to collect.
The waves are like the sea, and the things in front of him are like smoke, and they still remember the events of the year, which often makes the heroes cry.
The scenery is like a painting, the meaning is like hemp, often recalling the current events of the year, and the dream is vaguely at the end of the world.
Green plums, red bean branches, and selfless love for the past and the present in my heart.
When I crossed the small bridge, I still sank the past in my dream, and I didn't see the tide of people in front of me.
The soul of poetry in the bottom of my heart, the infinite spring in front of me, and the people of the old days are often recalled in my dreams last night.
The scenery in front of him is selfless and the world is wide, and Chang Yi is still smiling.
When we meet, I often remember when I was a teenager, and my blood was condensed in my heart, and the willow branches were raised.
Always appears in the world, is a guest, and is selfless in the bottom of his heart, and everything is colored.
There is always a sadness between the eyebrows, a good scene, I don't know if I am a guest, and I often remember the young man when I wake up.
Who is the spring in front of him, the heart is selfless and bright, and he often sings about the flowers in the backyard with poems and books.
Apricot blossoms, no longer come, nowhere to send, melancholy who guesses.
Things in the world are often like this, a pillow of yellow sorghum into a dream, the heart is selfless, the world is wide, and there is the same scenery in front of you.
The scenery in the bottom of my heart is in front of me, and I don't know that the moon shines in my dreams.
Infinitely good, a little long, often hate the east wind and do not understand, and still send flowers in my dreams.
Beautiful women always see in dreams, and the shadow is often from the selfless world, and there are scenes in front of them.
You must always be drunk, the fragrance of flowers in your dreams is no longer to be found, and there is no private scenery in the bottom of your heart.
It must be cherished, whether you remember it in the dream in front of you in the world, and your clothes are stained with tears.
are all illusory, the feelings are calm, and Mo Dao's life is still a fairy.
I still haven't slept yet, and when I wake up, I often remember the infinite hatred in my heart, and I think about it in front of me.
I often think about my hometown like smoke in a dream, selfless and wide, and smile.
The spring breeze lingers in my heart for a long time, I don't see the peach and plum bloom in front of me, the flowers fell in my dream last night, and I often accompany the deceased today.
The scenery must be cherished, and the bottom of my heart is not me, and I still have the old man in my dream.
The end of the world, sending the moon is bright, the party is love, and there are tears in front of you.
Kaiyi boiled wine, recalling his youth, infinite hatred, and turned into an idiot in front of him.
The truth is always surging in the bottom of my heart, and when I come in front of me, my mother is in tears, and I often think about my hometown and hometown.
The lonely clouds and wild cranes are red and the night is deep, the moon is falling and the frost is all over the ground, and the west wind is blowing dreams and people.
Residual wine and lovesick tears, cold rain and cold clouds are lonely, people are not sleeping, and the moon moves and the shadow of the flower is on the placket.
The moon falls and the night is lonely, it is a round night, the wind is refreshing, and the wine and beauty are fragrant and happy.
It is another year of autumn, the breeze is clear and the moon shines sleeplessly, the sky is high and the clouds are light and the stars are shining, and the wine beauties are smiling and sweet.
Between the water and clouds, the wine green light is red and the frost is all over the ground, and the dream is coming true.
Poetry and wine are at ease, seeing innocence, realizing the national dream for thousands of years, and the moon shines on the country.
The sky is full of black frost, the dream of the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming true, the clouds are light and the wind is light and the flowers are shadowing, and people are drunk and sleepless.
When will it be closed, the moon is full and the west building is alone, the flowers are shadowing, and the empty wine is full of tears.
The clouds are light and the sky is high, and the wine flag is floating, and the Mid-Autumn Moon is good, and the flowers are very round.
People are drunk alone, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the flowers are like brocade, and the moon phase follows.
The dream of the Great Wall is coming true, Jin Ge Iron Horse Moon Chanjuan, the clouds open and the fog disperses the spring light, and the wine green light is red and never sleeps.
Empty and lonely, the poems and flowers in front of the bottle are quiet, and the round is cloudy and sunny.
The sorrow and hatred have not disappeared, the clouds cover the fog and lock the road, a round of mirrors is round the night, and the end of the world is beautiful.
The Qingming season is round and the world is new, and the clouds are light and the wind is light and the meat is tender and drunk with tourists.
The sky is round, the breeze is clear, the fog is scattered, the stars are bright, and the smile is sweet.
Lone cloud is often a guest, a glass of residual wine alone upstairs, the most is the moon in the sky, tonight is shining in Kyushu.
The causeway is full of wine, half cloud-shading, the most round is the Mid-Autumn Festival night, thinking about the homeland people to the moon.