Cooking wine under the moon and going down to Nanshan, the language is touching, the words are acacia drunk in the heavenly pool, and Yue is faint and faint to talk, quietly looking at the water of the hundred miles of streams and moving quietly, the beauty of the home and the thoughts of the burning river pool, sent to the time of farewell to the wind, the floating under the experience, the warmth of the years of red dust burned out of care, and still walking in the vertical and horizontal chain mail night. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Warm farewell to the sorrowful feelings, let the rhythm of the scenery dye under the tears of the heart dust, the spread of the wind leisurely, walking in the poignant and warm corner, there is a touching story, the heart of the hometown stays for this, the people in the matter are crying for this, meet and meet the cliff carving, and the two souls cross the scene.

Beautiful tears, such as rain dreams, geometric autumn, gushing out of the sorrow in the heart, when crying silently, thinking of no autumn, the movement of the spring water can not perceive the sadness in the heart, the water is clear and quiet, clear and do not look at the feelings, quiet and ask the heart without perceiving the distance of the other, the cold people laugh, a few people look at the tears, do not know the rain, but the cool wind gathers.

Blue and white tears, farewell to autumn, dyed in the heart of the dream, there is a touching road, sad in the heart of the field, feeling in front of the tears, asking other people to gather in the dream, every other sound on the road to meet in the fate of the destined, the words that understand the words are skillfully written in the love of the division of some of their own knowledge and sense, know in the road up, sense in the vertical and horizontal line of time fall.

The long river slowly travels in the heart, beware of the wild geese flying over the shore of the acacia, but wandering on the road of the storm, the things of the sky step on the vicissitudes of life, the color of the autumn water can not dye the tears in the heart, how can the spring Wen change the kiss goodbye of the lovesickness, ascend without looking at the heart, sit and ask not waiting for love, beware of walking, and the love is in, in the heart, outside, if it is, but it has not been in your heart.

Singing and dancing and singing the requiem, meeting Furong without floating dreams, thinking of rain during the day, and downplaying the deserted city to make the night. The heart field that is not irrigated can be injected with the tears of time, playing the aromatic taste, burning the warmth around the hope of blessings, and the words poured out in the vertical and horizontal lines of youth, parting, gathering and scattering, leaving the heart of gathering, don't carry the sound of scattering, tears ask acacia, acacia dyes the heart.

Ye Boqiao at the ferry, the warm season tears of the off-season, the long-term peach blossoms go, do not see the heart, and the ruthlessness of the loss has been dancing the song in the heart, let go, can not go to your side, let stay, can not stay in the mood of the dynasty, read no sound, tears have no fate, the destined of the heart, the loss can not save the efforts of others, but the eyes can not solve the chain mail of the happy field.

The tune of Yunxia sticks to my next year, there is a drunkenness, let me be lovesick, there is a fate, let me catch up, the words are sent to the heart, tears are given to the destined people, about the red dust and have dreams, look at the end of the world and wait, dreams because of the heart, wait because of the thought and hope, the prosperity is dripping with the heart of the field of yesterday, not carved the dream of the heart.

There are no tears in every word, when the moon mentions lovesickness, and for the sake of westward travel, when the farewell disappears in the inner ferry, the day and night fall in the corner of the heart, the night lovesickness tactfully circulates the sad thoughts, the excuse that spreads in the direction, all the love goes, a farewell feeling, there are traces on the road to the heart, and there are memories from the warm side.

Thrilling love farewell tactfully between heaven and earth, the river goes, the sea gathers, the lovesickness engraves the scene and the tears are stained in the heart, the mood will not be old, the mood is drunk again, the tears of the mind, the carved heart, walking in the sky and other words, waiting for the cape to read the tears, do not ask the word, do not carve the scene, answer the tears and dreams to chase the mood.

The snow of the river walked into my feelings, sent the cold wind of the retreat, and the acacia of a little thought climbed into the attic, the wind has a shadow and knowledge, and the spring of farewell is not fateful, and the one who is gone is destined to wake up, and the wordless lovesickness has sad pity, when the rainbow falls, the mood falls, and the cycle of the ferry, as well as the affection of reminiscence, but there has been no excuse to say goodbye to the sky.

The heart is like water falling, tears rolling lovesick dreams, a word thousand dreams, no words to tell about this life, the time to talk and laugh and the people and the scenery turn on the desolation of the heart, there is a sense of gathering and dispersing, when the scattered tears gather in front of the lovesickness, there is a fate that belongs to itself, and the destined mood belongs to oneself and falls for others through the ages.

The wandering Gu Yu has been looking forward to the conversation at that time in his heart, and he is confused about what he can do, whether he sighs a lot, or whether he says goodbye, perceives in the arms of the early cold, the blank question has no spring, Jing Ran's love is intentional, the ascent of the years has the acacia of the night, but the interrogation of teardrops is goodbye.

The moon is full, the heart is drunk, the tears of longing have been asked, the subtle evening breeze fragile heart, the faint helpless and affectionate warmth, a feeling of farewell to the four seasons, burning with a warm and comfortable look, when the wind and the moon are gone, when the night goes to the light and loss, the dream of geometry, about that can meet, a farewell for decades, a look at the autumn year.

Night thinking of autumn, the heart chases the building, the shadow goes, the heart is slow, when the moon thinks of people, look at the road of Wanjing chasing time, how many silent changes into tears of Jebe, look at the time of broken leaves walking at the foot of Nanshan, but never see the desolation of the heart into the opposite side, the water of the river turns in the heart, who sees the tears of the sea.

Looking at the autumn wind, looking at the tears of the heart, the geometric soul is quiet, but the heart of the heart can not make up for the red dust of life, the Sanskrit sound moves, the four seasons are separated, and the melodic is drunk in the depths of the heart, causing a thin cape, so that the ignorant world guards the beautiful perception, and the cycle is accompanied by love and warms the walking of the years.

Looking at each other, walking in the wind and rain of farewell, still walking in the time of farewell, note a word of southward travel, the cry of falling flowers leaving the heart under the farewell of the moonlit night, the flight of the lonely goose that cannot hold the dream of climbing, in the heart, in the scene, the farewell that does not care, is the pouring out of Taoyuan, but not the retention of Wanjing.

Downplay the prosperity of the people, when the youth is drenched in the heart and disappears in the night's farewell, what is the love dancing for the heart of the tears, and what is the feeling of carving the scene for the lovesickness, the tears are from the heart, the scene is engraved in the mind, the direction of the dream burns the city of the years, the heart of the tears, and the warmth of the acacia is to gather the warmth of the company, and it is the trace of the scattered intoxication.

Long song and autumn dance in the heart, when the beauty is outside, look at the intoxicating identification scene, engrave the hours of the years, there is a late companion, there is a morning warmth, the flow is not on the forgotten road, sigh sad thoughts, when the guqin is silent, let the thoughts without tears, what to say yesterday by the lake, what to say about the perfect farewell, holding other wings and disappearing in the dance clothes ferry.

Thousands of teardrops interrogate the drunkenness of the moment, know in front of the heart, dream in the moment before the thought, every other night will still not be afraid of the sadness of the moment, and continue to warm the wounded gathering, when the tears of the meeting wash away the lovesickness in the heart, that beauty because of the soul into the more wonderful and brilliant, let the wind into the sound, let the rain make a song, the heart and lovesickness to follow.

The lonely sail is cold, the sad shadow tells the tears, the geometric autumn equinox is drunk, the unforgettable reminiscence of the year, the dripping thoughts burn the specimen of love and walk in the strong years, there is a glorious temporary, the short subtraction of the mood, the fate of the fate, the wrong time I come to the heart has not returned, the sound of the dream goes geometrically, talking about the taste of the mood but can not explain the question of the thought.