The silent evening breeze engraves the picture in the heart, walking in the sad season, warming the teardrops in the heart, there is a fragrant song, walking in the specimen of love, writing prosperity, falling beauty, a leaf and a true feeling, a thought and a fragrance, a drunk Bodhi, the heart of the fall is drunk, the truth of the thought, the feeling of hope in the tears of the words. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The thin fragrance wanders in the warmth of thoughts, writes a city that belongs to fate, feels in the intoxicating deserted city, there is a beautiful alluring city, a piece of blur to remove the chain mail in the heart, there is a text of its own, words are like heart words, thoughts are like teardrops, painted on the face, feeling in the heart, and hurting in the distant sky is written with persistent destination.

The feelings of tears, some are drunk, the tears are different from the outside, the tears are hanging from the inside, the hurt is true, the fake is the confused chain mail to buckle the sad tune, a sound is outside the heart and the feeling is outside, a true and deep meaning, the confession of words, the tactfulness of thoughts has been portraying the charming drunken scene, and the thoughts have been rewriting the fate of the mood.

Pull a piece of light yarn written in the heart of Hongchen, depicting the love in the meeting, when the specimen of the thought sends out a doomed string sound, describing the mood of the conversation, all the warmth in the company of teardrops tells the dream of perception, when the words meet again, when the deeds accumulate, the dream in the dream is found for this, and the person in the tears is true for this.

Breeze dream, intoxicating soul, slight thoughts tactfully portray the beautiful mood, let go of the love in the heart, feel the tears in the knowing, out of the dream in the heart, but can not cross the warm look, the people gathered in the heart change for this, ask in the tears of the words for this reason, change the mood can not correct the picture before the tears, the thoughts of the departure can not tactfully the fate of the past.

Farewell to the red dust, teardrops with persistent interrogation to find the sky of the cape, thank the past, ask the picture in the heart, answer the confession of tears, when the dream of the teardrops is clearly sketched in the heart, what sense can be retreated, and what tears are not pursued for this reason The attachment in the heart, the words walk in front of the tears dream, and the sound is drunk under the feeling.

The floating picture, the drunken mood, the lonely tactful entanglement of the direction's thoughts, the farewell that burns the teardrops, some dreams are lost for this, some are drunk and looking for this, the dripping words are dyed on the specimen of love to send out the inner outpouring, play the inner tune, but use the words of the past to deduce the perception of deeds, and describe the outpouring of tears.

The heart of the rivers and lakes, the years and the people, the Tao rises in the heart, the thought falls in the scene, the change of love describes the fragrance of perseverance, the intoxicating tactfulness has been adjusting the warm guard, the warm blessing stands at the foot of hope, striving for this, running around for this, jumping on the edge of tears, the heart is the shore of yesterday, and the dream of the future is the future.

Ten years of wind and rain curtains, tears tell the heart, a faint fragrance has a tearful kiss goodbye, some perceptual pictures wander in the sky of the cycle of questions and answers to the current picture. The thoughts are like the wind and the thoughts are picturesque, and there is no answer to say goodbye, and the goodbye is goodbye, the dream in the heart has been difficult to look at, and the tears have been difficult to confess the perception in the heart.

A slight smile, laughing away from the heart of the dream, feeling weeping tears and thinking of the truth, the heart is beating, the answer is walking, jumping out of the picture in the dream, but can not go to the warm past, is a dream, is a thought, carry a few autumn unforgettable true, look at the night to find the true shadow, the shadow is gone, the tears kiss is difficult to carry the sound.

Firm thoughts, circular and depicted, red dust farewell, two look at each other, don't not think of the scene in the heart, look not in the dream and weep, the scene is the heart of the truth, tears for the dream to pour out the words of the look and the horizontality of time. There is spring in my heart, which came at that time, and the shadow changes, the sound is in the heart, the thought is in the scene, and there is no goodbye to talk, and there is still a gathering of scattered gatherings that do not appear.

The persistent picture in my heart, the standing of tears, the turbulence of thoughts, the dream of shaking up, walking in the feeling of farewell, the dream in the truth, the question and answer in the absent-minded scene, the dream and the question, is it the red dust that carries me, or the vertical and horizontal line of time yearns for the direction of farewell.

Not to say, not true, the tears of the clear talk say goodbye to the sincere outpouring, looking at the words to send, the blessing is written with the hope of perception, walking in the moving picture, but there is a sad tune, listening to this drunk, perception for this and reading, the slight simple portrayal of the beautiful warmth let the warm heart guard the lovesick look, a farewell, tears, a look, a dream.

The feeling of leaving is not drunk in the dream of lovesickness, the tactful look at each other composes a charming drunken scene, the words are in the farewell, the tears in the thought are hanging in the dream, the song in the heart has been playing a sentimental tune, starting for the heart, struggling for the dream, challenging the direction of the talk, the nature of the cycle of thought has changed the warmth of the heart.

The ancient city of the heart has a beautiful drunken scene, for which the frequency of the thought is portrayed, out of the perception of farewell, warm the direction of love, the sea of red dust has tears, the strings of the miss have the song in the heart, for this change, for this dream, change in the feeling, dream in the heart.

Three lives of tears to send this world, a drop of sadness and drunkenness, fate in the division of walking, part in the separation of the gathering, the dream of the next life, the song of this life, this thought to break the feeling of the heart, drunk hope of the cold dream of the warmth, but the road to recall the shadow, look at the short thoughts of thousands, read a scene to dye this life, do not gather and do not disperse the heart, do not leave the sadness and drunkenness to gather perception.

Fragrant drunk, feeling parted, gathering three points of fate in this life, scattering seven points in the afterlife, the night of the rush draws down the tactfulness of thoughts and portrays the teardrops in the heart, for this reason and rotates the melody of the rhyme, tears, dreams go, hanging away from the end of the world no one asks, dream tears are very unknown, feeling in the mind to ask Hongchen, read in the heart to answer the scene drunk.

The hesitant mood leads the floating dream of thoughts, carries the emotion of this life, walks into the fragrant woods, there is a temptation of the lakeside and persistently guards the four seasons for this, perceiving the warmth of the scene, parting with the interrogation of tears, all the rises, one by one, up in the dream, falling in the tears.

The song of thought plays the frequency of tears, accompanied by the warmth of the thought of wandering in the youth of love, portraying the truth, the dream of three lives, portraying the separation, and the song of a lifetime. Love is so beautiful and has a magical taste, let the heart droop, let the tears ask, the heart to do the side to do the embankment, the intention to go thousands of miles no one to find, the heart of the dream asked.

The night of temptation has a warm heart, engraved with intoxicating thoughts, tactfully accompanied by the foundation of love in front of tears, giving an intoxicating perception, the drunkenness of the heart is burned for this reason, and the words are poured out, and the warm world is not able to compose the song in the dream, jumping to the floor of the cape, unable to see the waiting in the heart.

There are two strings in the heart door, one string talks about tears, one string feels dreams, the frequency of the moonlight hangs in the heart to compose, giving beautiful companionship, playing the shadow to carve the heart, reading away the tears to tell the truth, the song of the three lives of this life, a dream to be drunk, looking at the breeze to complain, identifying the embankment of tears but unable to express the gathering and dispersion of the heart.

Tears of understanding but a sense of unclearness, intoxicating dreams circulate the thoughts of thoughts, the night is for this, the dawn is crying for this, the fate of the fate is not known, the fate of the fate is not the sense of fate.