The evening breeze pierced my scarred eyes, the teardrops in my heart hovered in the remnants of the dream, the sadness of rolling up the blood, the legend of sadness, the simple fountain of forgetfulness, the navigation line that could not persuade memories, the fate of missing the meeting, the dream is there, the heart is still there, the teardrops are still permeating the face, weaving the ideal in the heart, the heart is single and the dream is short, and there is that goodbye, so that the fate can be chosen again. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The network of new topics, the preparation of the heart, the organization of their own unforgettable, the parting notice, the soul in the heart, the spirit in the mind, given too much destined, but can not choose to be in the continuation of the delay, sigh of tenderness, the disturbance of the phantom, the part of the overlapping and repair, the dream language and the remnant, the gathering of a lifetime of the hook is still there, scattered at this moment parting appointment.

Hibiscus's hatred is not in the thoughts of the four seasons, holding up the bath of the encounter, stacking the help of the heavenly language, that talent has the blessing of the sea, the longevity of the river, the eternity of the river, such a wake, such a dream, the more foggy, the more difficult it is to leave the soul, send out the movement in the heart, take up the mood of the position, bend and gather the heart, and the soul and soul dream gather.

The monasticism of the words, the beauty of the ups and downs, seem to belong to the mood of the reliance, hiding in the shadow of the heart, walking in the tears of love, the beauty of the fragrance, the light of the four seasons, sprinkled in the beautiful city, protecting the edge of love, letting go of the sunshine of the east, the fragile soul began to struggle, let the life in the heart begin to start.

Half-knowing understanding, the grievances of toys, the game of life, the strange tragedy that spreads in the distance, the youth that cannot be squandered, waiting for the continuation of time, looking at the struggle in the heart, but there is a lot of thoroughness, what is worth the direction of eternity, mentioning the intertwined air, ticking love, what kind of regret can make this life too late for a lifetime.

Bypassing the drunkenness of the opera, I can't hide from the words of the play, further, the heart is sentenced to indefinitely, take a step back, tears are never okay, the heart beats again, but it is difficult to say sorry to the other party, look up at the sky, talk about the parting song, read the acacia qin, frown, raise your hand, and surrender to the past happiness in the blurred chain mail. (Prose Reading:.) )

Fang's heart is drunk and slow, dyed and parted, gathered lovesickness, shook up the weak mood, full of fluttering, short reunion, such as meeting, not in interpretation, like a dream, no reunion, cold heart, two feelings separated, gathering and scattering red dust does not gather people, the beautiful world is worldless, accepted the tears of courage, disappeared the fragrance of perception, looking back on the vicissitudes of life, a short ending, a step of reunion with the distance of the afterlife, the aggrieved doubt in the heart, the frequency of squandering out of the game can not afford to miss.

Unacceptable promises, spring and summer by the sea, but no cartoons in the heart, draw the wedding dress in the heart, put on the coat of lovesickness, pick up the robe in the distance, read the words of the past, the opening is a scar, the back is blank, but the content is difficult to tick the taste, the dream can be born, and the lovesickness tears in a word.

The heart sounds, read a scene, look back at a dream, gloomy and standing, the gorgeous splendor creates a painful hate, meaninglessly gives the glorious look back, but can not spread the wings in the heart to find the clouds that belong to the air, once the rainbow has met, now the sad rain is mixed, when there is a piece of heavenly news in the heart, geometry has a dream meeting, meet under the haggard face.

One month apart, thousands of miles away in my heart, I can't shake the eternity of tears, I can't afford to point out the lovesick quotations, I sew up the parting hook on the road, hide in the depths of my heart, simple extraction, slowly dyeing the fragility of thoughts, my face changes, my heart is beating, my tears never leave the scars of the appointment, I don't want to wake up, I just want to be drunk, and I don't protect my tears when I get drunk.

About the heart, the frequency of thoughts has never changed, about tears, the thoughts of waiting have never been cold, about etc., the acquaintance of guarding has never been repaired, about the scars, the persistent picture has never been stained with ink, about the dream, the mentality of parting but there is a heart of reunion, about things, the way forward, and the smile are all touched by the past.

Beside the brilliant face, let the tears wash away the waiting face, the haggard picture rolls up the guardian of the longing, the heart rises, there is a dream only for the sake of waiting, the heart falls, only for the lovesickness and tears, the heart rolls acacia platform, tears stained with red dust, dream aromatic song, etc. haggard, around the clutch, asked, how can there be a Qiankun on the seaside in the heart, ask life, how can there be an encounter on the bridge.

Turn around and jump, can't jump out of the cape of missing, wait for time, can't squeeze out the waiting in your heart, bypass the fragrance, can't do without the dream in your heart, guard the day, it's difficult to resist the embankment of tears, ask yourself, what kind of world gathers and scatters, listen with your heart, you can't feel the position of the future, you can't turn the existing changes with your thoughts, ten fingers are clasped, and every line and word are attentive.

Lovesickness before tears, life after dreams, read a piece, wait for a sound, look back in a blink of an eye, the infatuation has not changed, tears are acting, untranslated, etc., the inexplicable guard, is it really good?

When the life of the wave of tears, and then sprinkle lovesickness, hit the string, alarm the worldly dream, the rain in front of the eyes, every time in the heart of the hidden, fold up the sad painting, help up the intoxicating thoughts, stroll haggard, promise down the world, uncertain soul of this world, but weave fallen leaves, there is a gentle cup, a tear to pay off, half a drop of fate is uncertain, hurt the spring and autumn, and then say goodbye to the face, difficult to speak in the old times.

The head is set to dream without words, stepping on the lovesick altar, drenching the clouds and meeting the rain, and then don't make an appointment, once knew the broken soul hook, the existing heart beat the strings, the dance and song are like the marrow, the blood is scarred, and the haggard face is around, and the heart is shaken separately.

The sky is healing, the heart is crusading, the life is rushing, the sound is circulating, the words are meeting, the lovesickness endgame, the tears are scattered in the city, it is difficult to make an appointment, the rain is sad again, it is difficult to meet the autumn, the soul is given up at the moment, the fate is lost Acacia, a game is waiting, greetings for a lifetime, a promise, the oath is blocked, the road is blocked by thoughts, it is difficult to give up tears, it is easy to read, love is born in sorrow, and joy is after tears.

Sadness in the love of the floating sorrow, fall in love with the ruthless heart of the shadow, weaving cloth tears to seize youth, look at the words of a game of lovesick strings, it is difficult to pick up the soul and keep tears, so the east wind receives the lifeline, a word and then bend people to look at the two hopes, desperate dream hidden valley cold, love often walk in front of the eyebrows, half-aware empty as promised, why think of this see the end of the need to say, the conversation often tears wind and moon should be, set my death appointment to be empty.

Hongchen Xu life tears like rain, geometry has affection, there is no tear string covenant in the air, a rare painting in a hundred states, the injury is the ups and downs of the bumpy ambition, the slow heart is dyed and thought of self-promise, every Tibetan about tears and good feelings, it is difficult to resist the face of the red dust, the empty words are silent and the dream is remnant, the awareness of the dream door for half a moment, drunk can taste a lovesickness, and do not want to enter Renchen after waking up.

After writing, "Love is the soul with a mission, the soul is the soul of heaven and earth, and the truth and falsehood of the world, true and false treatment, are all said with heart and acted with heart." You can choose to deal with mistakes, you can choose to regret mistakes, you can choose the embankment that is difficult to reach, but in the middle of time, analyze it, modify the changes in your heart, and deal with it, because later, later, after the front, after the future, it doesn't matter if time and words will be intertwined, if you don't use the gathering later, you can't go to meet the better self.

A lot of thinking has a persistent picture, a lot of fragrance has the change of seasons, a lot of beauty has a surrounding mind, when the time, when the words change, and the aura of the mood, the rhyme in the words, there are changes, there are adjustments, although they can change the frequency they face, but they may not be able to reach the embankment set by others.