The brush is so before, the thoughts are so long, the tears roll up the helpless bridge, the fragrance of the dream is called, the fate is always so little, the waiting time is redundant, the tears are always vexatious, the words deceive the hypocritical heart, waiting for the wounded soul, the sincerity of the dust has no regrets, the traces of silence are the embrace of the years, the end of the world that is forever wet with red dust, the smile of farewell feelings, walking in the wordless night light, whose wounded painting is tied to the drunken dream, whose song is the fragrance of parting, wordless is always sad, and love is indefinite。 Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The wounded desolate wind and moon are in the charming face, the hesitant figure is still so strong, reading the betrayal of the rainbow but persistently weaving and wiping the face, the charming prestige is the hometown of life, the innocent smell makes the eyes damp and cold, the power full of tears is the taste of the heart, the abdomen is full of wounds for tears, walking thousands of miles to fall down the incense, the dripping fragrance is of course there is no dispute to look back, the smile of pity is disguised with a strong sentimentality, the reading is too strong, the waiting is too crazy, the reading is not accompanied by the scene, it is the sentimentality of dreams is not the hope of tears.

Suppressing the result of escaping, unable to say the promise in my heart, containing a colorful tear, irrigated in the sadness of the city, the tenderness of writing, the broken wind and moon, difficult to meet the rainbow in the heart, is the tears in the heart of the rare reading, the dictionary of the wind and the moon is the fate of the heart, there is not too much brightness, the rhythm of who walks in the season of the flowers, looking at the picture of paying, drawing the scars in the heart, the fragile face still lingers the taste of tears, looking at the waiting picture, thinking about the sad ending, it is the teardrop of the heart but still wandering on the helpless helplessness.

It's so sad, I have lived without results, walking in the end of no fate, looking at the end of the sad world, I have promised too many results when I put pen to paper, the corner I walked out of is still the dark sunset tribe, the former style has no valuation of the heart, the current value is still hovering on the edge of tears, the coast of the division of labor is the measure of the heart, the fragrance of the agreement has lost too much influence, the sorrowful purple is sprinkled in the autumn of the season, writing and describing is still meaningless persistence, the psychology of probation has no tears to stay, it is the juicy thoughts that have changed the drunkenness of the heart。

What kind of brightness is what kind of ending, such a cumulative and changeable words walk in the indifferent night, how much haggard the wind and moon, the rainbow is still accompanied by the annual rings of time on the edge of the figure, drunk leisurely without too many rainbow lines, too much passage in exchange for a scene at this time, the autumn of the wind is the touch of the encounter, but now you can only wipe the wounds in your heart with tears, the sunset of the drunken farewell hangs the touch of the past, the picture of tears pays the flow of thoughts, commemorates the fragrance of the past, and the cycle of leaving positions the current lonely line.

The short-term sadness blew through the face of tears, the madness that flew away felt too much desolation, I don't know what happiness looks like, why the tears flow, or the heart has been making trouble, once so strong, but now I choose to wander, the wandering heart is speechless to find the hope that belongs to the tears, the persistent inexplicability is still so sudden, the stinging wind and moon emaciated the waiting painting, the appointment that is involved is still not fixed in the eternal picture of looking back, drunkenly holding up the broken shadow in front of him, dreaming of lonely hatred, such a star tactfully in the heart of the drunken morning。

The way of guarding is to say goodbye to the fragility of fate, let the words of the dictionary become a city of tears, the seriousness that is swept away becomes the wrong double door, close the balance of thoughts, get up the indifference of tears, explain the trouble of letting go, leave the sad soul, drunk and don't know, tears are Xu, morning is morning to read Xu evening, meet with autumn, moved helplessness, helpless bridge, tracking under the sky of butterflies, retracted in the solidification of the dictionary, written so heavy, ink is the soul of blood, tears are the morning of thought, drunk in the candlelight of a sad autumn, the wind and rain shine again, I can't find the collision waiting。

Breathing the lost fragments, dreaming of the tears of reading, perceiving the fate of the headwind, walking around the destinedness of the night, melting the flames of the hot day, the garden of the world is splendid with roses, the oath is never promised, the realization of a day is not the experience of dreams, the tears of sin linger in the scenery of the wind and moon, the chibi of farewell still has the splendor of the battlefield, the dream of regret bravely falls and recalls, the humility of fever does not regress because of hatred, the time of faith is still shuttled in the colorful brightness, and the wounded heart warms the winter of the past。

Love is a sad game, the sense is an indefinite stage, what is the meaning of holding on, the invasion has an absolute can't bear to give up, the picture that has evoked time, the lost teardrops, still willing to comfort the disgusted heart, the residual news is panicked in the fairy tale agreement, the arrangement of fate is the care of the years, the unforgettable interpretation is the chase of this world, the gentleness of the sunny day is not destined for the rainy day, the deleted hook cries the fragrance of the past, the self can not see the traces of belonging to others, and the emptiness is still so beautiful.

The withered position is accompanied by the regret in the arms of the emaciation in the sorrow of the world, the former soul tears because of sadness, the haggard recommendation is still so meaningless, the flowers that usher in the dictionary who are reading, not to mention the wrong Fenggui, or the time to redeem is too low, there are too many experiences down-to-earth, the wordless black and cold words talk about the poignancy of the dream, the pixel of the wind and the moon can't shoot the isolation of the heart, taste the taste of drunkenness, covet the buds of the past, let the dream cherish the tears, guard the sad follow, and do not forget the reincarnation of time.

Changed the window to hide from the rain, can't see the touch beside you, the cold comings and goings, the elongation of longing, can't walk into the clear moonlit night, innocent speech misses the expression of the stars, whose love falls on the dream of the stars, whose words are in the sunset, are all accompanied by love, the wandering of longing, the wandering of longing, the look of the distance, the voyage of the footprints, one day not to meet, a certain year of tears Xu Chen, can not erase the previous travel, the messy echo of the dream of the touch, but continue to tears warm the wish of the pillow, the answer to the question and answer found the old wound of the soul.

The gray melancholy minus whose companionship, whose drift is carried by the sustenance of the blue sky, whose helplessness is chosen by the refusal in the dream, whose heart is waiting for one end, the sunny sunset does not rain, the stubborn sadness of the sea and the haggard of the waves, the crying is drunk on the fragrant spiritual power and the sweetness, the dream of believing to leave tonight but is helpless to wait, the promise is destined to lose the oath of fate, the swinging bridge is not the flow of tears, the can't wait to stay, the once and forever that can't be kept, the nostalgia that spends this life, the frequency of the longing that can't be kept, the heart that carries this feeling perceives the fragile residual dream, but still lets the wounded soul give it to the picture of the past, the painting is two lines of tears, and the haggard on the face is the seal of the heart, expressing the indefinite disguise.