Bright teardrops walk in the crying of the street, the fragrant drunkenness circulates the past of the buds, an indifferent residual dream rolls up the former youth, the time of attachment, the soaring farewell, a broken love, the indefinite love words leave the inner world again and again, telling the past that belongs to the heart, the language of the flowers confesses the heart of time, the beautiful once let the promise of tears tell outside the separation of the oath, watching the fragile behavior, walking under the weak dust. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Singing the flying youth, soaring in the silence of reading, the indifferent implication renders the sincerity of thoughts, the accompanying sadness marries intoxication, such a thorough retrospective, the poet-like recitation of the regret of leaving people, the happy wedding dress is no longer in the rouge side of the heart, the teardrops of delusion are invalid, the brightness of judgment makes the flood of loneliness extinguished in the destined dust, the dangerous bravery replays the rotation of reminiscence, and the loneliness of dawn steps on deception and ignores the true meaning of love.

The inconclusive choice of the movie at dusk falls into ink, shuttling through a happy moment, silent with tearful rebuttals, the season of flowers laughs away, the familiar wandering of the pretender, the unfamiliar appearance, the wet eye socket but unable to get the forgiveness of the ending, the fragrance of human nature is reflected next to Qingchi, the wings are broken in the warm wind, the vigilance makes the blood droplets of the heart scars defenseless, the simple kiss gives the truth by the window, and the lock of the lonely pillow forgets the key in the middle of the night.

Suddenly understand the sensitive relief, as if the memory dreamed of exhaustion, where is the legend of the vicissitudes of the strange fate, the rippling buds describe the sincere flowing water, the beauty of the wind and the moon makes the brightness of the rainbow more exciting, the recitation of the poem, the constant parting implication, a thought of tears in the city, in the dream of the wilderness, the sunset drunk song people clutch, I don't know the autumn thoughts of the tears, holding the snowflakes thin face, sticky fingers heartbreak drunk dreams, two lines of tears in the front axis of the painting, the left bank of the melt is not fluttering on the right bank.

Walking on the unfamiliar street with a familiar face, watching the time of tears painted on the bank of the sad heart, describing the half-thought, reading the frivolous and chic implementation of the bright parting, the unspeakable past, has gone away, mentioning the forgiveness in the thought, the slow but tactful change of direction of the trace, love is the arrangement of the soul, but let the tears go farther and farther, the fog of the direction irrigates the field of longing, and the myth in the dream has no legend rendering.

The sea is indefinite and white-haired memories, the tornado raises its head and the red dust dream, the grievances look back and the intestines are broken, the lover's jade tears hide the dream, it is difficult to care about the flowers in the sky without blessings, the heart is simple and not seen, the unusualness in the thought, or the hug that hurts the master, the excuse that the wind cannot be kept with a reason, the moon and the wind stage the brightness of life, the smile of longing simply makes the tears change the warmth of the face, the cold and warm heart of reading is devoted to the thoughts, and the chain mail of reminiscence explores the door of the heart that cannot be illuminated.

Keep the love in your heart, it is the confession of love, love, what you miss is the feelings, what you bring is heroic, the meaning in the wind hides the waiting in my dreams, and other vows rise in the tower of Furong, dreams, have been read, the heart, waiting for regrets, such a promise in the ocean of fate, the melting of the beach slowly dyes the figure of the heart, the intertwined vertical and horizontal lines flip through the footprints of the invasion, holding the tears of the remnant sun, the sunset dream, the drunken teardrops can not fly in the shadow of the rainbow.

Whose dream has snowflakes thinned, whose love has been broken by lovesickness, whose heart has been looked at by lovers, whose heart has been pulled by Qingsi, whose meeting has changed while waiting, whose appointment has fallen from tears, whose thoughts have faded from his face, whose sense has changed his thoughts, whose drama has changed by Fengyue, whose heart has changed by ignorance, whose bridge has been turned unforgettable, whose promise has been sent by farewell, whose laughter has been played, whose door has fallen from the dream, whose question has been sent by flashiness, whose question has changed when people come, whose heart has been abandoned.

Yesterday erased today's face, changed the desolation of the heart, can not shine on the heart of the past, the indifferent tomorrow can not see the time, walking in the season of sadness, is the sadness of the heart, or the promise of tears, a perceptual picture walking under the wings of sadness, broke my tears, killed my heart, dreamed of whose love, for whom to express hope, for whom to plant the brightness that does not bloom, life began to learn to cry brilliantly, but could not drench the invasion of the past.

Who is the heart of the star language dream, how to chase the tears and spin silk, once read a party to know the end of the world, and then express the floating feelings falling into the sea and rain, it is rare to dream Xu Huachen, Wuling is sad and appealing to be idle, allowing broken tears to wash the Chinese year, when the wind and the moon are about to break the intestines, the hundred states look back at the soul of the journey, the song is like a five-tone sound changing strings, guarding the street dance marks, tear-jerking rain and wind, the love is thin and wrinkled and tears are still, forgetting the changes in the music now, the difficulty is looking back at a dream, and the building is written in the shadow.

No wind and broken moon is the heart, Nan Ke Yanli expression strings, cold thoughts, dreams still, broken bridges indefinitely, water lake and autumn talk, tears without signs, no fate, warm and fragrant, the soul is still, reminiscence of painting, superimposed eight words, the word building shadow two lines, Qiankun crossing, the number of hearts, familiar dictionary has strange, strange teardrops have familiar shadows, Fang Si Bridge, more a dream, and then about tears and double points, what to ask for, share that thought, take a step red dust, send a lifetime of dust.

Apologetically in the tears, a little haggard and a little affectionate, that face wakes up from a dream, composes a word, in tears Xu Nian, thoughts and dreams are retained, leaping into the red dust to be familiar, flipping through the thousands of changes in the play, understanding the language but not finding the dictionary, life is the helplessness in the heart, reading is the heroism of the love period, walking too fast, the dream can't keep up with the rhythm, reading the feelings of Fengyue, infecting the thoughts, the dream is indefinite, the thought is indefinite, both are in tears.

Forgive the goodbye of the breakup, the promise of an indefinite vow, the tears are wordless and have no fate, the mind has a dream and a remnant, the traces are on the side of the bridge is broken, the ending in the heart can't shine on the world in front of you, the myth in the eyes, the legend of the future can't be drawn, the sincere sleep, the dream can't dream of eternal thoughts, it's too late to meet, it's okay to be afraid, meet at sunset tears, don't see the dawn heart, too many lies are buried in the evening, and the deserted city woven has become the burial of this world.

The cold dream rolls the rainbow bridge of the wind and moon, walks in the canyon of acacia, holds the covenant in the heart, hates the goodbye meeting, does not see the appointment to see the traces, the age of flowers, the season of the heart, the cold winter of thoughts, the protection of spring, the flowers fall to people know, read the heart to listen to it, dial the tender phone, and can't find the number of fate.

The familiar news plucks the strings of longing, the graceful and rippling beautiful figure floats in the gorgeous tears, the waiting of the moment when the clear dream is broken, the persistent look at the sad season, the melancholy soul expresses the former painting curtain, a period of death, a trace of death, beating drunk and drinking indefinitely, always holding the torture of freedom, persistent brush painting the ruthless broken soul, depicting the endless rainbow.

Words have no tacit promise, the weaving of words lacks the tenderness of the stage, the decisiveness of the heart jumps the eternal picture, the tears rented out, the heart handed over, still waiting for the reunion to leave, a turning back glance has become all in the heart, and a word in the dream has changed the face of waking up.