Agreeing on the destined life, looking at the sad mind, understanding the indifferent snowflakes, the stubbornness and stubbornness that get wet, the residual dream of the fireworks with the snap of the fingers, the lovesick name that lies, the promise of tears in this life, the convergence of the ring sweeping away the stage, the wind and moon that the tears solidify the luxury, the willing afterlife in this life, looking back at the place of farewell, the green silk of the past, the gorgeous words and sentences that swing, the tears of love planted, the years of this life, the single piece that changes the face, the adjustment of the subtle prosperity, the cycle of the single song sent to the recitation, the direction of the description is unknown, or the touch of blessing。 Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The steps of happiness cry the cruelty of the future, the retreat of the unreasonable choice of longing, the burden of too much care, the sorry sorry for missing the end, the end of the fate of the doom, the remembered fallen leaves have looked back at the heart of time, looking at the fragility of the scars, what I can't guess is the heart of the heart, the rare helplessness, blessed the helpless contest, the soul of the remnant dream bypasses the drizzle of the wind and moon, raises the progressive eye socket but is powerless to recover the rainbow floating, the back is the helpless admission of defeat, the recognition is the sadness of the appointment, intertwined in the betrayal of the heart.

The numb hard work of stepping on the bitterness of breaking up, the frantic crying weighs on all the bets, the beloved burden covers all the care, the voice of the heart is held and puts forward a weak embrace, only the inability to render the former parting path, the sadness has been praying for mercy in the past, but the reincarnation has no five hundred years in the next life, the pity is short, the original song of the collapsed countryside is prosperous, the cold wind of thoughts lingers in the tired charm, the embrace of the night sky can not see the familiar face, lamenting into the rain and walking in the flying red dust, writing down the time of the heart, and sending it to the dust that does not belong to you。

Choosing to be serious makes the stranger become cruel, the familiarity that happens can't change the teardrops of the dictionary, the sorted picture is hurriedly lost in the falling glow, the broken film still can't be pasted in the movie, the warm happiness is still not the result of fragrance, the charming scenery falls into the invasion of color, into a sad corner, whose retrospective eyes change the promise of tears, let go of this tear Xu Hua Nian, I don't know how many years lingering, a hundred years of flowers bloom a hundred years of tears, a thousand years of lovesickness and a thousand years of hanging, who can hear the song that sings their own results.

Sadness has become indefinite, tears have challenged the brittleness, pasted watering has become the induction of promise, the sadness of words has made up so lies, the denial of infatuation and love is destined at the time, the deception of belief is still so sincere, the thoughts heard tactfully have been blessed, no one can take away the abandonment, let alone abandon their own fate, the heart is difficult to freeze, tears but plastic surgery, the scenery under the sunset has become the former drunken city, whose painting paints whose destiny is not serious, and the fate provoked is difficult to exchange for the true feelings of this love.

Waiting to unravel the mystery of lovesickness, whose attachment can the sweet myth belong to, whose wedding dress is taken away by the rainbow lingering, the beauty of the wind and the moon makes the fish in the deep water change the direction of going to the sea, the tears of the heart can not be imprisoned, the blessing that looks forward to who belongs to, the scroll of the picture does not have a beautiful dream of dependence, seeing the single dream and double tears, wiping away the red dust of reading, it is still so haggard, the splashed heart marks are still indifferent, what to say about separation, what to say goodbye, in fact, I don't know the fate of no heart, no thought, I don't know what to feel and want, there is no choice.

I can't hear the familiar taste, I can't draw the footsteps of the past, I can't write the mood of tears, I can't describe the score of the painting axis, whose story is deduced by the wet reminiscence, whose heart is changed by the years of turning, whose finger is the drunk ring, whose tears are spewed out by the aromatic rendering, how many months of time, how many people have been separated to gather and disperse, how many memories of the future have been changed by the sinking of the reading, how many have not been settled by the key of the chain mail, how much has the heat of the dusty North Pole appeared for three months, and the tears where can change and wash the three autumns.

The prosperity has passed, drop a sentence of sorry, tears wash the dream, scatter the fate of this life, dream helpless, change three autumns, language for a lifetime, let go without words, or that heart, but put on whose face, or the hands, who care, or that fate, it turns out that hugging is a paradise for each other, who picked up the shadow of the watering, who saw the face of the fragments, the belly is full of confusion and drunkenness, it is a heart with two tears, a drunken curtain that is drenched, the opening is a wordless pay, the position is the order of the wordless sequel, the words are still there, people go to read Fang Meng.

Across the mandarin ducks, the acacia spring breeze is dyed, who is drunk and drunk, but the cuckoo is still in love with the thoughts and thoughts, tears become a butcher, the face is slaughtered, the heart has been injured, the happiness of the visit is hopeless and clear, the meeting has already had an ambush, the warmth has become a lie in the heart, there is no way back from the score taken, so that the hidden refusal has been injured, crying the forgotten, I don't know when to find the wings of the missing, the sky has not ended, but the dungeon has been beginning to surrender.

The excess accumulation escaped in the wordless tears, the worried silence drenched the whole summer clothes, retreated in the sadness of winter, the dark sky of the offering was still so poignant, the drunk heart could not cry, the tender heart had been struggling with the distant air, the dream took out the sincere regret, the tears fell the result of life, the thoughts of the final situation were warm and cold, the painful heart persistently destroyed the current retrospective, the murmuring heart did not have the opportunity given by the angels, and there was no legend written by the fairy Buddha, and Linlang's qualifications had the name of rejection.

How can the withered world be wet with foam for a long time, dripping indifferently looking back, reciting the people who used to cry, stubborn tears and tears, missing the heart-to-heart meeting in time, sighing rainbow Qiankun, dodging the sunset, looking back at the candlelight and shadow, connected into a silent recitation, the change of lies, there is a stage of life music, can't sing the wind and rain in the heart, can't love the rainbow in the sky, what kind of promise, can't warm the wounded heart, what kind of cold, freezes the helpless heart waiting for helplessness, helpless tears wash face, heart chauff。

The sea oath lost to failure, the sea of love buried by the mountain alliance, the helpless true love does not rely on performance, the epiphany of gains and losses, the mistaken business is destined to be told, the depression of crying and wandering stops, the breath of sadness transforms the dust in the heart, the encounter that turns around becomes the gathering of this world is not this world, the lovesick forgetting is just a momentary key, but there is no warm degree, the heart is still strong, the dream is still wandering, going to the direction of no one, indulging in the hesitation of the past, reading the words of the play, rehearsing the expression in the heart, formatting the tears in the dream.

There is no eternal edge in the spreading singing, the waiting side is not the melancholy of lovesickness, this play has no continuation, this dream is wiped with tears, regret begins to extricate itself, but the heart can't stop, there is no sunshine of strings in the thought, the meeting of the reflection emerges in the candlelight of sadness, the heart of travel wanders in the wilderness, plucks the rhythm of longing, can not understand the mystery of miracles, the sorrow of decision has been counting the moaning of tears, the wind and moon of induction have been pushing the heart of waiting, this dream is impermanent, this about hurt, the scars change in the song, and the tears change in the thoughts.