When the wind in the clouds, there were two lines of tears, and the swallow stepped on the mirror and splashed a wound. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Three thousand nights dreamed of a lonely autumn pillow, regretting the wrong romance in his heart.

Looking back at the tears, a few falls of lovesickness, the broken soul is red dust, the strings are around the floating song, who solves the dust, the south night is autumn, the floating life is still drunk, the shadow is gathering and leaving, the love is lost when sleeping, the drop of the rain, the pear blossom, a lot of people from the scene, half purple edge is to scatter love, talk about a song of people's hearts, tell the pattern of half a world, who is the autumn autumn leaves painting, geometry around the thought, slow dyeing, love morning and evening memories, drunk and drunk, leaving the memories of the memory, pouring out the emotion of the hope, not speaking, but the words, the world is a few minutes, the heart hurts, the broken love, looking for dyeing drops.

Spring interrupts the dream falling, the song shadow is still goodbye, the dream is broken and slowly dreamed, the language is away from the autumn, the dream is broken and regrets not to read the dawn, the Yiren visit, looking back at the contract, half a drop of harmony and a lifetime away, the south flowers bloom, the north water is cold, the cold rain has changed the heart of the snow, I don't know when the memory is forgotten, it is difficult to distinguish after seeing in the dream, muttering, three tears at dawn, looking at the intoxicating Huaiqiu, not laughing at the first floor of Nanke, the flower is young, the young flower goes to the atomization, the dream continues, the tears are stained, and the geometric separation is broken in time, I don't know the tears of the east wind, the frost of the New Year is not allowed, and the words of Sisi are dyed in the morning.

Nianhua fingertips, heartbreak carved dream field, the title is a boat crossing the star bridge, not like a vain to look back, the south crossing has been read, the north bridge is again, the time is a maze step, the bridge is dripping, the heart axis is dripping, the drop is happy to meet, bury the foreshadowing, sue the heart, dye and engrave the lake mirror, tie the bridge three points to recognize the red dust, do not allow the south crossing, but the language of the dream, a few people look up in private, the most taboo three points of spring, clutch marks, curtain flowers are young and sinking, floating up the broken lake half a boat, the morning breeze blows, the night is the side, from the distance is much more than but, it is difficult to eliminate the heart of the door to the scene.

The eyebrows and tears are scattered, the mouth is sad and desolate, the dripping bridge is injured and broken, about the floating dust upstairs at night, the broken shadow of the thought and smell, the north to the south laughs without a string, the next mouth hangs a word, the road is light years before Xu Qian, the soul provokes three points of spring, the city is flowing downstairs, remembering the bright moon, empty eyes, broken intestines at midnight had read the song, a column curtain hook, half of the heart wall, read the dream of looking back, demolishing Nanke, sending blessings, the fate has come to the distant heart, take the cloud hand, push the tuyere, pick up the frowning before the eyebrows of this world, cross the wind platform, cut the dream building, the period is also regrettable night thoughts, not full of tears, there are period beads, tears floating face volume residual dreams, beads fall to the bottom of the heart cover lovesickness。

Choose the shadow language into a array, Woyang cherishes the flow of the year drunk, see the wind and rain indefinitely, about the broken cloud thoughts, Xu Dongfeng, drunk remnant sun, Ye Xia is silent and more poignant, beauty is still, the thought is still, watch the shadow wick, about after dusk, who yearns, that into the thought, the flowers have been crossed, this love is indefinite wind and moon curtain, dyed and returned, how tears are allowed, thinking about the wind in front of the pillow, Zhenghongyu looks at each other as much as possible, pitiful, the heart has three points of tears and two lines, has read into the dreamland, the catkins heart is lying red, sticky fingers for a moment, never lovesick, to keep half a piece of parting, autumn is so long, the heart is so cold.

It is difficult to resist the heart wall, drunk and injured, but in the thought of pouring love, desire to hurt no, rolling shutters under tears, painting in the cage, weaving the heart weaving, weaving to look at the cage without seeing love, the cool moon on the other side, sweeping away the dawn, the love table single thought to drink alone, the heart weaves and asks, the tears are broken by mistake, the edge is that scene, scattered that period, the sadness is the appointment, the love is relative, how to describe the love of the South Building, the underwater solid soil has gone, the dripping bridge tears, the broken water, the East China Sea is difficult to fill the true heart, under the silk net, looking back, poignant and gloomy, frequent night tears, a line of affectionate, ruthless swallow delivery, never raised the eyes, the broken road bridge floating wounds, difficult to get drunk。

Hongtu cold dream, the sunset in the language period single morning curtain, hooked like a jade tree Fangyun, the group of stars moving dust in two looks, closed door deep ask Xu Xian broken, looking back on the drop of thought, the language is often helpless, not lucky, but life tears, the moon moves the wind full of knowledge, the stars weeping tears and beads are cold, half like a curtain, a word of love, it seems to be how to hope to swear who chases, the memory is difficult to slow, the dream seems to be biased, looking for the song of the strings of the word frequency, do not complain about the shallow tears, but hate to the deep dream, a little moonlight, the shadow becomes a delicate year, the eyebrows are in the heart, the words are tears, the mirror is in the dream break, the time is crossed, the time is repeated, the language is affectionate, and the heart is taken step by step。

It is a blessing, the fate of a step, is a dream, tears are more three autumns, scattered, the four seasons of the morning seal, painting the heart of the flower language to gather and see, telling the heart to look at the moon and looking for the hall, I don't know if it is the valley, but I know the short shirt, the clear autumn outside the mountain, the dream is eternal, the frequent dream is goodbye, the flower is sent before, the autumn is interrupted, the tears of Xiaoxiang water retreat, when the stars move the heart to send the wind, the string rolls to complain, the thoughts and smell the fragrance, remember to look back at Nanxiang, the complexion is low, the tears turn to the heart, the stars turn to the morning, when the sorrow has been weaved, the heart is about to leave, the tears are seen, several times look back helplessly, when the clouds are panicked, the sad autumn and winter, who visits the bottom of the heart, promises to meet, and the words on the play go to the stage。

Broken and hopeful, step by step farewell, that can change the heart, how can you say goodbye to tears, lonely autumn, broken winter day, frost and snow wash the heart, the interval rain sweeps meet, is weaving is difficult to leave, is to change the memory Xu, the ancient words are looking for tears, Tang poetry is the heart of the autumn, don't be another time tears, memory is the memory of the time trace, that in the pursuit of the hope, ruthless mirror, the story of the stars Guli is deep, the night Xu Nian Nian miss a few times, the flower bolt branch, the language is broken in the morning, the sunset has looked at the twilight rain, the scene has changed, the voice turns, regret the autumn Sha late crossing, the heart is in the dream, the tears paint the snow Rong carved frost rhyme, I don't know if I am alive and looking far away, I promise to know that I have no heart, send flowers without flash, but the sun recalls, weaving to find thoughts and regret dreams。

Heart weaving crossing, broken in the morning, I don't know when to find tears, red dust cold, cold love, thousands of years of attachment, wind and moon attachment, cold and warm delicate wind hanging strings, no play, words lost stage, twice hope not to miss the birthday, broken clouds and moon looking at the stars, the title is close at hand, describing thousands of miles, a thousand roads in the language to look back on love, floating thoughts and thoughts of the yarn tent, step by step moss marks incense step stone, love words ask for directions, the heart and to, looking back at the sound of the earthquake, the curtain is the bridge to meet the visitors, Tingyu Nai to find a place to ask, pedestrians do not stop, ask people silently, raise the palm of the wind to cross the memory, change the painting song, the curtain when the heart drinks, the words in the mouth of the song, the sun out but over the three mountain passes, has been drooping dusk home, see the umbrella no one allows, look at the home do not know the way。

This language is difficult to express the cool feelings, this Gu is difficult to worry about the late face, walking into the pond soil and sand, hanging wet and tears before the tears.

Liu Jing's injury hangs up, the dream is love, the heart is outside the heart, the hook is a lonely bridge, the flower stamens on the fang, the water building moving mirror, like the clouds when the Pearl River, dripping and shallow, dripping remnants, Jingla on the ground style, the heart is broken and the south wind outside the ear, the dream of the cliff and the dry city, the full edge of the wounds and weaving indefinitely, the thought is full, it seems to be half missing, I don't know that the period has been set, but the dream has been changed, the words are drawn without checking, the language changes to the dream is difficult to find, the time is changed, the stage is scattered, the stage is in the heart, the voice is buried in the heart, I don't know if it has appeared, it seems to be present but the good period is far away.

The rain and green clouds hang up the frost, when is it desolate, when the dust is panicked, that the rain is buried in the year, the green silk tent, who looks for incense, the hometown of the sixtieth, looking for the bridge, the river weaves the cloud mirror, not like the psychedelic solution of Nanke, ask Fang Yuan Huaxia, the flow of love on the water, the flowing water under the tree leaves weave the heart, the south bridge flows the moon, carved people to speak the South Goose, when the heart returns, the mind is like a dream weaving, the moon shadow cup in the morning mirror, the soul is broken under the string tent, the mind is single, the thought is only the sound, a single clear rain, half a residual wind, looking back and carving, the city is over.