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When you drink and think sadly,

The afterimage of the dream hook is broken.

Talking about the kite of tears, sliding the warmth of thoughts, walking under the tears of helplessness, kissing goodbye to the fragile picture, the beauty of the perception, the fragile love, the departure around the door of the heart, walking in the vertical and horizontal line of time, the appointment, the beautiful and indefinite, the share, etc., short and with the brilliance of time, squandered under the inner watch.

Looking forward to the shadow of time, walking in the evening view of the years, wearing the beautiful sunset, slowly around the heart of the waiting and setting off in the beautiful morning, this appointment is the promise of time, coming, etc., is the oath of the evening scene, singing the glory of the heart and the feedback in the wind, the swinging glorious line, a lifeline of coming and going, walking in the evening mentality, writing indifferently, looking tempting, this walking in the heartbeat of waiting, that covenant, in the next life, this keep, in this life. (Prose Reading:.) )

Qingran lifted the haggard beauty, the spark in the gas heart, a depraved wonder, the chic that can't be taken away, the smile that can't be thrown away, the broken heart, how to make up for the part that does not belong to you, the incomprehensible understanding, and the parting of time, the parting in the heart, the affectionate hook, hooked up the remnant cloud in the heart.

Picking up the wandering of thoughts, seeing the poignancy in my heart, the simple chic on the edge of time, translating the analysis of thoughts, but unable to understand the waiting of the state of mind, and the shadow of reminiscence, the command in the heart, the repentance of waiting, the past of the direction, or the swing that is difficult to reach, the change of knowledge, the frequency that is difficult to beat, pour out tears.

The disturbed heartstrings are walking, simple tears are falling, walking in a beautiful mood, all the sadness turns into the tears of the moment, all the waiting in exchange for the poignancy of the painting, look, people come and go, send, the thoughts are cool, look back and smile, the tears are very, how much tenderness is much, this life does not chase regrets in the next life.

The fragrant prosperity, the confession in the beautiful warmth, the splendid paintings, the review of the warm wonder, the bright chic depression of the slow but bow down at the starting line of time, look at the indifferent soul, and so on the thoughts to look back, see, can't keep, look forward to, can't come, the mood of the two roads together, the road has two scenes.

Dripping all the tears, but also the floating of a dream, dripping with all the sadness, countless lovesickness in the heart, asking all the cold in the heart, unable to confess the warmth of tears, is the appointment, so frozen, is the meeting, it is difficult to reach the meeting in the dream to continue, continue the expression in the heart, and deduce the departure in the heart.

March lovesickness and April tears, a look back and a half drop of fate, this love has no fate to fold the heart, that feeling half a painting floats, muttering a word of lovesickness, farewell to a thought of destined, carrying farewell in the heart, looking back at the tears of farewell, a lot of love, turning in the difficult to look back in the time tunnel, written sadness, but to be wiped away with a beautiful smile.

Gazing at Nanke, drunk Bodhi in his heart, between tears, it is difficult to break the red dust, the heart is not a dream, about the heart is not a dream, about tears to turn over the lovesickness, the strings are not also painted tears as promised, let go of the song soul dyeing and turning, carrying a change, thinking scattered, not leaving the line of the meeting, it is the tears so simple, it is the dream so remnant, stacking the unforgettable soul, and breaking the difficult dreamland.

Ten fingers clasped, tears and rain are difficult to keep, acacia is superimposed, memories are difficult to stay, it is difficult to save the appointment of the heart, it is the door of tears to wake up, there is a bright on the road, there is an autumn in the thought, the inquiry in the inquiry, the cold heart can not be asked, the outside of the thought, can not use the warm sunshine, sprinkled in the teardrops of thought.

In the middle of the Nan Nan, the heart of the rain asked, the tears of the heart, a tender drunken return, the longing of the pipa around the strings of love, a thought of peace of mind, and then love tears, kissing the year of the intoxicated heart, the heart of a thousand drunkenness to return to this life, sorting out the thoughts of the reversal of the heart and soul dye, the heart dyed lovesickness, tears stained with dust, strolling fragrant and gorgeous people in the morning, the brocade book slowly depicts the wind and moon.

Ling rhyme change, the cycle of Nanke Road is full of aromatic drunken phantoms, Qu Ding Hua Lun song parting, piercing the heart embroidered tears stained Huarong, picking up the model of embroidering rain dripping, smiling at the bright light, the years into the blood, when the heart is sent, the broken door tears break the appointment, vow not to meet people, about to carry or not to be there, in my heart, not in your reading, recalling the past and asking the sunset, dreaming of the Chinese dream, the song half of the song is full of this world, a drop of remembrance, everything picture, farewell to the gathering and scattering, gathering in the dream, scattering the sound.

The soul is not bitter, the heart is bitter, the tears are so light, the lovesickness is so delicate, how sad it is, dyed on the faded face, on the one hand is the smile that cannot be greeted, while continuing to regret the waiting, this question, half is a promise, half is an oath, the oath rolls up the promise to carry the lovesick strings, and touches the tears that cannot be touched.

The breeze is drinking, the rain is silent, the tears are missing, the dust is stained, the ground is desolate, the sadness is still the end, the dim and squandering is like a fateful moment, the broken tears, the touching sadness, the poignancy of the painting, the warmth of the send, the ruthlessness of coming, the lightlessness of going, is the direction of Bodhi or the Fangzun of life, this broken dream geometry welcomes laughter and sadness.

The fragrance of life, the painting of the face, the intersection of time, how much parting and how much beauty, love and hate are compiled in the vertical and horizontal songs, the poignant praise of the soul in the song, the dream of the wind and the moon, the companionship of ten thousand quiets, the same fate of suffering and happiness, looking down on people, laughing and looking inward, telling life, talking about the long sleeves in the heart, rolling up the pipa of lovesickness, all the strange scenes and appointments.

Don't look back, the heart is difficult to stay, the thoughts are sad, the suffering heart song and painting dreams, the years look back, the vicissitudes of the heart of the fate, slow painting, simple tears, wash out the lovesick strings, about the red dust dream, read in the dust, a knife, the heart turns desolate, the thought becomes a deserted city, the evening scene gathers in the air, the faint lovesickness is not willing to rest, and it cannot become a gentleness.

The heart can be seen, once met, after someone for the layout and tears into a array, smile can ask, some people dream after the lovesick heart door, tears and rain cloth face, farewell to the time of painting, but it is difficult to reach the departure of the heart, and the brilliant shadow to support the mission in the heart, arranged in the season of no time, the covenant is no longer renewed, the time is no longer allowed, the heart of the lovesick tears roll dream.

Acacia vine strings roll tears, breeze painting, the heart is drunk and difficult to spread, resolutely ticking, difficult to reach the summer in the heart, there is an autumn wind and sad cliff in ancient times, but under the tears of the sunset, the geometric soul is slowly pulled, the words are exhausted, the love is full of sad songs, the broken intestines are difficult to defeat the end of the world, the withered vines slowly wind around the shadow strings, the sound is broken and the sound recalls the beginning, looking back on the unbearable fading, waiting for the sinking river, about the sea.

Humility slowly knocks on the soul step, the evening scene is chic, the sunset is draped, it is difficult to support the heart scene and half a flower, the thoughts are fragrant, the tears and rain are lightly injured, the sentiment is sad, the vicissitudes of life, it is difficult to read and chase, think, the evening wind of thoughts is with the soil, dreams, the broken soul flies and tears are sprinkled, the thoughts are silent, the tears are not traced, embroidered out of the past, the painting of the heart, the tears are like blood walking, and the thoughts are like the road without a door