Dreaming of autumn thoughts, looking for a share of the life break, thinking of a drunk, soul flying tears, missing the legend of tears lies, the sustenance of thoughts and charm walking in the era of flowers, Fengyue field, rainbow silence, persistent brush whose liberation, the question of the wrong appointment, the feeling of no fate, is wrong, are the flowers of tears, the years again, every appointment in the number, into the years of this life, the sustenance of the legend is the fading of the myth, refute the fall of regret, the memory is the chain mail of emotion. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The appearance of love, the hesitation of the ending, is the travel of Xinheng, the hesitation of the years, the wings of love, the gambling game is the strength of life, the wind and the moon make the heart surrender, and what is the dream of persistently chasing thoughts, looking at the inner factory, the loneliness of the heart establishes a sad picture, the rainbow drawn is injured again and again, the lyrics of the mourning song without teardrops, but the appearance of reciting the flip, generous hesitation, but no heroic passion.

The autumn wind is drunk at night, every time you miss tears, the drunken moon of Heng farewell is the gorgeousness of missing, the words of the drama are not sung on the stage, the beautiful scenery of the south proposes the inner review, the loneliness of farewell has become a scroll in the morning, the words are scattered when there is no wind, the song is separated from the tears, the light left behind, the desolation of the thoughts continues to reminisce, the lost promise is in love, but the heart can not promise the concern in the heart, the wind and the moon still have no rainbow, and the heart is still tearful.

The body temperature of tears seems to be acquiescing to emotion, the strange mistake opens the lock of the lonely pillow, the teardrops who don't want to speak can't help the temptation of waiting, who can share that sorry picture with the dream.

The breeze is still there, the years are tears, the time is sad, the dodge drawn is the lover's injury, the slow fragrance burns in the dust of the heart, the scroll of reading is the rendering of the dream, the fragrance persistently passes by the edge of grief, the slow words walk in the moment of the trace, the time is painted, the dream falls, the firmament that walks, the fate of the come, the fatigue that looks has become the clothes of this world, the tears to sting the door of the past, erasing the past experience, but unable to present the slight in front of it.

Wind and moon tears, rainbow strings, a volume of dreams and empty thoughts, love and love, dream words overturned, the legend of goodbye, but there is no mythical fairy Buddha, miss let the teardrops reappear, dream words let wait to reappear, the happiness of time is the picture of waiting, the persistent rainbow often does not appear in front of the eye, the invisible oath, the promise that can't wait, is the answer of the heart, or the rain and dew of the dream, a love of missing the flower at this time under the wandering, browsing the former elegance.

Whose heart is waiting for loneliness, whose autumn is the dream, whose appearance has changed by time, who is the farewell to give up the fate, who is the attachment for, whose lie is love, whose wind and moon are not by anyone's side, whose shore is the snowflake that has lost its fingertips, whose familiarity is expressed in the intertwined years, whose strangeness is awakened from the dream of the scarred street, who is haggard for the dawn of the heartbreak, who is the world of the sunset for the tears of the red dust, and who is the plundering of the street for whom the soft qin is played and scattered.

The dream of salvation is tears, surrounded by love, tears of thought, who was the tears of scars in the past years, and now the changes in the dream are the love of reading, who experiences the waiting of tears, who dreams of the tenderness of people, the irrigated life is obsessed with the songs of the past, and the repeated recitation of the words of the interval, but can not confess the memories in front of them.

Draw yesterday's brightness, but can't rent today's retrospective, is the time to seize the tears of the thoughts, is the dream to draw the lover's resistance, Hongchen's reading but in the depths of the dictionary more regrets, what is the taste of experiencing the regret of the past, is the tears of the heart, is the miss of the painting of the dream, a heart is waiting, a thought is regretting, the experience of weighing, the measurement of exhaustion, haggard the story in front of you, is every appointment to cut short, or Hongchen fills the scars.

Shaking hands and tears, following the door, Xu Changkong, reading the four seasons, painting a dreamsong in autumn, reading the sadness of the time, sad thoughts and tears writing in the morning, once two looks, the first heart is cold, reading the explanation of right and wrong, a small number of fate, taking away too much love in the heart, unable to pick up the opportunity to express the passing in the heart again, love is so painful, how many dreams are suffering, walking clearly, laughing blurred, loneliness will promise too much, but can not describe the pace of the opposite side.

The heart says wait, the dream says the line, the line on the road tears go first, look at the two lines, a line of dreams, the cry of tears at the end of the vast world, the farewell on the other side is the blessing in the dream, tears give hope, the soul escorts warmth, such acacia gives the desolation of the night, the moon is indefinite, the tears are affectionate, the feelings are strong, the thoughts are deep, the picture is shallow, the fate is only one is destined, but there is no foundation in this world, the dream is double tears, and the cloth is written with their own hearts.

The withered tears slipped down the face of the wilderness, the warmth of the thoughts could not linger in the heart of the annihilation, the cold wind romance fluttering picture scroll, the dissolution of the riverside, but let the snow render the curtains that were retained, the farewell of the wings, the words of the autumn, the autumn in the people, the autumn to the tears, the tears of the two people, the heart of the tears, the heart swept away the spring return of the years, the wind and the moon cut the opposite side of the door, the weaving road, a line of faces and tears, a heart can not write two dreams.

Haggard cares about the future opportunities, the dark stage can only be built with the dream in the heart, whose love is the era of thought, the teardrops in front of the painting are the waiting of missing, but unfortunately the persistence has become the once paid, the red face is the picture in the heart, painting the long dream of this life, it doesn't matter if you are greedy for a cup, walking away, saying that the tears are light, the dream is silent, the tears are scattered, the gathering of tears is the embankment of the thought, and the scattering is the soul of the past.

Seeing that the heart is absent, waiting for the tears to go, promising to be speechless and sad in the morning, lifting up the temptation of the past to die in the loneliness of the night, thinking is goodbye, tears are re-speaking, unable to continue the former lines, recognized flowers, but unable to bloom in the hearts of two people, the condensed love floating in the city but can not get close to the distant fate, persistent sincerity but waiting for the heart and gall to take care of each other, the encounter is too urgent, the former contradiction has not paused the picture.

The innocent smile, the cold forgetfulness, the loss of other things, the understanding of the corresponding abandonment, the feeling of freedom but can not understand the pursuit of the past, walking in the season of sadness, the wind is clear, the tears are gone, the residual trembling has been in the tears in the corner of the clothes to express the comma of the soul, the heart is on the column, the word about the crossing, the cool once can not resonate again, love two lines, the dream is unique, but let the emotional lie into the inner winter.

The future is not the love in the heart, the helpless tears are the era of flowers, the heroism of the past has gone to the dust, the love that is given by the flowers, the confession of the hurt face is the pale rainbow in the expression of the brilliance of the past, thrown away, can not let go of the waiting of the residual dream, the heart has returned, but has not refused the departure of tears, the confession under the soul, but let the deep exhaustion have been separated, and the infatuation of care makes it difficult to reach the shore for a long time.

Capturing the rendering of colors, the romantic melody but without a clear self, the noise of time, the expression of tears, the pace of waiting has been chasing the resignation of the past, the words are the promise of the heart, the tears are the vows of the reading, the dust of the sky is difficult to tick the words of the remnants, the false picture hangs in the depths of the heart, let the clear tears wipe away the sadness of the past, fall the indefinite sunset, look at the wedding dress wearing the wrong wind and moon, walk in the reading of the south wind, and the care of the rendering completely regrets the description.

The rotating time rings the bell in the depths of the heart, the lonely picture has passed the time in the heart, walking in the country of sorrow, and the eternal years have knocked on this wounded heart, the silence of the dawn throws away the panic of tears, with the beginning of the world but begins to miss, the moon of dreams is not the memory of the heart, the fragrance of love and loneliness has an intoxicating warmth, the teardrops of the words of the drama interpret the disappearing eyes, the broken bridge, and weigh out the frequency of loneliness.