The encounter is not to be found, the heart is warm, the words are clear, the thoughts have a heart, hold up the boat in the heart and walk in the scenery you have not seen, is busy, I don't want to see the loss of the past, it is true, I don't want to see the desolation of the heart, it is true, the perception is at the end of the world that you can't meet, when the cape is empty, but I am alone with the lovesickness and shed real tears. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dance the strings in your heart, walk into the embankment of red dust, see that the scenery is intoxicating, wait for time to take away the face in front of you, the sad heart depicts the wandering of the drunken wind, the warmth of the mind walks in the unknown, when the warmth is not in the heart, when the temperature is not in the scene, and the tears of the scene and the love are cycles or singles have changed in the sad city of the heart, and there is no light on the road.

Raise the heartstrings, feel the tears of the piano, urge people to feel goodbye, when leaving, drunk farewell, geometric wind is slightly in the heart, pry open the journey of thought, bend the heart of the bright moon water, improve the desolate city, autumn valley nostalgia, cross the two sides of the river, stroll the rain and wait for the quiet love cycle in the bosom of Wangzhi, when you are in the spring, when the dream comes to see, Yiren's heart sees, invisible.

The vast moonrise in the heart, the faint shadow of thousands of miles, the thoughts move for thousands of years, when the sighing hometown burns the gorgeous fragrance, and the heart, in the door of tears, the broken words of the ancient well water, forget the deep feeling of the passers-by, the circle of the beginning of the autumn but in the sad Chinese years disappeared so helpless and powerful transformation in the heart of the deserted city.

Mi Mi Qianyu heart sorrow, sadness in the geometry someone asked, feeling in the autumn wind no one knows, all the wind and sand carry and long, intermittent and gentle, let the years knock on the door, time lost, and the indifferent mood tactfully in the beautiful arm bend but keep asking whether the person knows the past Wanjing and mood, let their road far away and then complete the side in the helpless floor.

The sunset goes, the heart of the acacia, the warmth of the full ball around the side has been accompanied by nostalgic thoughts, burning with beautiful brilliance, because of the superposition of time, let yourself grow in the glorious love floor but can not carve out the pace of lovesickness to burn the cycle of teardrops.

When the bitter melancholy of the sensitive and difficult pierced through the curtain of the night, when the proverb of the separation of people holds the dispute under the words, there is a shirt, the wrong way is divided, the feeling is in other truths, the mood of failure is engraved in the bright sunshine, and the cycle of teardrops has traces of breaking, disappearing the taste of lovesickness.

The empty mountain is stormy, the sunset is red, the fingertips of the years have been walking in the footsteps of the red dust, and when the guest walks beside Wanjing, a drop of the world, there is a destined cape that has disappeared at the mouth of yesterday's cliff, it is the injury and no return, it is the tears that no longer return, and the heart of the long heart has no chance to know, and a few people can solve it in a short time.

The gorgeous snowflakes burn out the youth of the teenager, when the love drifts away, the passage of time walks on the road of red dust, waiting for autumn, the heart is not reached, waiting for the dreamer to come, is the mercy of the years, or the cycle of the night, the question and answer the winter of the East, the thoughts of the dynasty portray a moving picture, and the beautiful wrong corner has been changing the mentality.

August heavenly mourning, September heart wandering, tears are really difficult to say goodbye, tell out of the other heart, go away from the intention, a word thirteen years, words carved heart, a dream for twenty years, wonderful and true, take the heart once, there is a sense of regret, there is a sense of heaven at another time, tears in the deep and eastward.

Heaven is not my home, but there is my heart to portray, hell is not my dream, but I have to struggle on the road, the road is the heart on the road, the heart is the heart in the heart, the heart in the heart is looking for the road, the road on the road is dreaming for the heart. Lovesickness, tears, rainbow accompaniment night accompaniment, quietly carved the scene.

The warm strings walk in the desolate heart, there is an intoxicating tune, there is a charming lovesickness, there is a dream-like memory, draw the tears in the heart, write the destined for the distant fate, say clearly and clearly, persistently pay the beauty of youth so that the night is quietly approaching the heart to take away the tears of lovesickness, portraying a touching story.

The broken Haixi head has a poignant bitter talent, the tears of the heart hang in the beautiful and warm heart, the warm lovesickness portrayed in the company of Wanjing disappeared the simple destined, and the creation of fate poured out the traces of parting, the intoxicating direction of the light mark, the love writes my heart, I feel my tears, the heart is in the mortal dust for people, and the tears are in the red dust because of the intention.

Drunk Liuxia pulls the light veil to cover the acacia and pour out tears, when the heart of the crossing has a soul-snatching beauty, a warm sense of the sky, the difference between the earth, the guardian of Wanjing because of the tactful mood and depiction, the taste of thoughts because of the composition of tears and solidified in the distant sky, the destining of fate, pouring out the blessings of gathering and scattering.

The afterimage of the lonely lamp can not leave tears of reminiscence of lovesick dreams, the heart is in the edge, the intention is in the share, the wounded are destined to not be able to wander the thoughts in front of them, the warm mood has the former song, when the strings are broken, the heart accompanies the sound, the memory of the carved scene, the accompaniment of burning thoughts, one step at a moment, a thought of the wound, engraved in the corner of the trace can not make up for the fate, the wound is written on the embankment of tears.

Jiang Hai farewell, through the flow of thoughts and tears gathered on the edge of sadness, do not lose tears because of the time, do not lose thoughts because of things, this is a light, sprinkled on the edge of the heart, portraying sadness, and the memory at this time can continue for a while, with a lifetime, when the heart does not fall, the world does not let hundreds of millions of lost.

In the past, people in tears, Nanyan Fei, when to meet geometric reminiscence, remember the tears of people dyed their hearts, look at the red dust, reminiscence of the building, how much love has gone to the fate, the innocent is destined to have met the tactful acacia song, the accompaniment can only let the ups and downs of the heart be interpreted, the memories of the guests can only let the acacia compose, the real tears are more in the feeling, and the false dream is deep in front of the thought.

The dream is the same and the shadow does not follow, looking at the landscape people crying and complaining, looking at the moon and dreaming of the dilemma, drunk and falling into the wind. I don't know if the pursuit of the heart is on the edge of tears, or the dream question and answer has always portrayed your and my thoughts, let me walk the road of lovesickness, you have not asked me the confession of tears, all the innocence is still clear, and the heart tells that there is also a confession.

The infatuated evening breeze blows out my heartache, the intoxicating poignancy has a bitter tenderness, the lovesickness of thoughts is dyed on the edge of tears, it is the destined chain mail to buckle the fate of the song, walking in the red dust of the encounter, making people drunk, lovesick falling, missing tears, the ups and downs of the meeting have been walking in the heart of the field depicted in the side, warm surrounding, blessed companionship with a hopeful departure.

A tear parting in front of the scene, speechless, a lovesickness falls in the heart, silent, the carved heart dyes a beautiful warmth, guarding the edge of injury, there is a real gathering and scattering, the tears gathered in the heart have waiting, scattered in the tears of the thoughts, waiting for the fragility of no one to confide, the traces of the feeling can not confess the season of the heart, when the spring and autumn go, the four seasons are separated, and the geometric drunkenness in the dream meets.

Clothes dyed in the red dust of the street, there is a truth, so that the portrayal of the heart out of the bright dance, there is a piece of edge, let the tears depict the destining of lovesickness, when the red dust wind rises in front of the tears, there is an intoxicating night, knocking on the city of love, the change of the deserted city of the heart is born, so tactful in the thin season.

The flowers bloom and the moon is not full, the tears are full of lovesickness, the cold wind tells the heart, and the sadness is sad. Talking about the loneliness of the wind and rain and burning heart, is the taste of the string losing its sound, is the sincerity of the sound without music, when Hua is gone, fate is rewritten, what else indicates the future of Sansheng Shibian, and what is worth telling about the reincarnation of the world.