Shenzhou side view people, two hearts, tears are frivolous, thinking of the rain is full of sadness, drunk in the unknown people, reading the east wind intoxicating, so fragrant and beautiful, exude this clear splendor and warmth, carrying the separation of the four seasons, walking the mood of condolences, is the nocturne or the myth of the fairy class, through this glorious history. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Faint hope, clear tears, the sound of longing, crazy tunes, faint the warmth of the mood, and the warmth under the swing words, is to walk, walk in the accompaniment of Wanjing, is to fall, fall in the beautiful and lukewarm city, hang up the attachment of expectation, the lonely city that falls, marks the wisdom of the soul like the jade red dust.

The delicate beauty depicts the dim divine show, dances the mood of the tune, portrays, waiting to fall, is the view of the love network, that is a light, colorful like a rainbow, there are thoughts like ghost work, a picture that changes, that period of looking back, betting on the afterlife of the deceased, is the promise made into a confession of the future, purifying the heartache goodbye.

Looking at the heart of the rain and tears in the distance, thinking about the next edge of the half of the world, a providence, how much love, accompanied by the shadow of the lakeside, there is this duckweed and coquettish picture falling on the water in the sky, swinging out of the thoughts, and depicting the beautiful cycle, changing the chic of the rhyme, the route of the future, marking the picture of the future, this painting opens, the heaven and the earth are planted, the facet rises, and the scene falls.

A few people are drunk under the starry sky and moon, don't ask if you are looking at each other, know how many years the picture is, whisper and steadily dream of teenagers, meet a farewell to the future, see the soul of all kinds of shows, and make an appointment to get drunk and heard.

It is a picture that cannot be picked up, this is an indescribable list, the beautiful youth has a future promise, telling the description in his heart, falling the footsteps of perception, rowing in the scene A few people asked, and no one asked in front of people.

The cycle of scenes, the tactfulness of thoughts, the ups and downs of sadness, the unknown, the unknown in the heart, the words, the words in the mind, the deeds, the deeds of tears, and the feeling of knowing have changed the face of the mood since then.

The wounded encounter with the clouds, and the depiction of the chic rain walking in the heart, is the thought of hope floating, or the traces of the cycle are free and easy, the difficulty of not getting out, the footsteps that can't be pulled, the rescue of the years, or the fading of the pace, when the time of the reminiscence again, the tempting scars coincide with the season of sadness.

What to say about the covenant of the next life, will set the fate of this life, what to say about the fate of the past, is today's sadness, the picture that belongs to oneself, the composition of the heart, the expression of the feeling and the heart of the flow and tactfully in the thought, the dream of the covenant, falling on the road of no one, perceiving is the scene, understanding is time, and spreading is the representative of love.

I understood the perception of farewell, kissed goodbye to the intoxicating traces, set up the traces of vulnerability, walked on the pace of the scars, walked out of the wordless edge, perceived the covenant of the afterlife, gathered in sorrow, scattered in sadness, whether it was beautiful and thorough, or painful and simple, all the condolences marked the beauty of the scene, but could not show the words of the heart.

The crane falls in response to people's chasing, the night rain and autumn are intoxicating, even if it is hurtful, it can not understand, always drifting in front of the tears of indulgence, and writing the comings and goings of this life, subscribing to the beautiful and beautiful picture, so that the tears do not fall, let the wind and moon of the years swing the words and deeds of the exchanges, the ups and downs of the red dust, and the beautiful dream of meeting.

The purified beauty, drifting in the corners of the heart, beating the drunkenness of the mood, the question and answer of perception, the cycle of thoughts is engraved, so affectionate, so consistent with the change of lies, it is a question, the thought is drifting from now on, it is a tear, and the dream is from now on.

Is it about walking in the meeting of words, is it tears and sentimentality in the season of sadness, is it leaving, leaving people's tears, breaking dreams, how much about how much drunk, is it the tender tactfulness and lifting up the traces in the heart, or the traces of sadness can not recall the current situation at all, and to reconcile the four brothers to burn steadily, to see the wind rise, the moon is intoxicating, the appointment is not that appointment from now on, and the meeting is no longer that meeting.

A look back in my heart, but it will take many years of daylight, and the ups and downs of the wind and rain are not counted, so the recollection of words and deeds can belong to their own calculations, calculating the tracking of time, but has been asking questions and answers about the ups and downs of the heart, is it the lightness of the payment, or the description of the less words, more tears in the words, less thoughts in the fall, and the words can not be seen again when the words fall.

Cherish the drunkenness of the moment, draw the buoyancy in the heart, it is the beautiful rainbow line floating on the scenery on the road, it is the turn of words and deeds that change the tactfulness of the mood, even if it is waiting for the scene, even if it is asking people, the heart of asking can not wait again, the people in the scene can not see each other in a loop, even if it is a whisper of an appointment to wait, to the heart, to the dream, there is a carved guard belonging to the thought.

If you ask, cry, if you chase, wait for a dream, not meet tears, do not have a sense of heart, drunk thoughts warm the picture of the moment, and carved in the warm picture, writing the harmony and beauty of the splendor.

The dream of the covenant is still going, the feeling of waiting for tears is still depicted, the years of payment wandering in the scene to transform the tactfulness of the mood, and the tenderness that blooms this moment is not the truth of tears, but the depth of thought, not the fragility of the sense, but the meeting of dreams, the expression of words is goodbye to the song of parting, and the frequency of perception has a full melody.

I know, I know the depth of affection, the simple floating, the heavy tears, the soft thoughts, the short dream appointment, the portrayal of the nocturne is so penetrating, the teardrops of the heart song are so together, I have learned to express it simply, I have expressed the response of yesterday, I have felt the cycle of thought, and I have circulated the teardrops of waking up from my dream.

The tears that fall, the wordless lovesickness, the poignant myth, a beautiful and brilliant sunshine, compose the red dust in the heart, fall in the wonderful corner, the frequency of the question and answer in the heart, and the wandering this belongs to the thoughts of others, and the thoughts in the tears remain the same, the meeting in the dream is difficult to perform, it is the tears to pour out so boring, it is the instant simplicity of the perception of the mind.

Insisted on the tears of lovesickness, circulated the warm waiting, waited for the goodbye that we didn't see, that was the trace of temptation and sadness, the fragile heart door is so magical and great, so that the yearning of words and deeds, swinging the warmth in the heart, changed the way of the future, and circulated the frequency of thoughts, marking the current situation.