Acacia is vague, warm and soft tears think about painting bridges. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The light strings warm the heart and the wind and the moon are shallow, and the clouds dream contour the words in autumn.

Smell the wind, under the tears of the night, hang up the attachment to sweep the heart, stack deep scars to repair the residual wind, the shining breeze walks in the traces of the heart with the fallen stamens, warm the poignant strings, the haggard dreamy frequency, the charm that can't be shaken, the transformation of the ghost's knowledge, full of hiding in the strange and strange going, the honey-like butterfly paste stained the fragrant drunken river, ticking thoughts floating in the spring and autumn without a chance.

The face is changed, the heart door is pried open, the crystal diamond is gone, the lovesickness is at the cliff mouth at the bottom of the heart, cleaning up the tired hesitation, the temperature is a wound, the warmth is the traces of pay, the intertwined vertical and horizontal strings, staggered in the shadow of the speechless leaves of the east wind gather the response that belongs to the heart, and support the perception of the road, full of dripping ink, splashed under the persistent and incomprehensible city wall.

Indifferently promised the beautiful color picture of the sunset, the medicine of painting regret entered the tears and the torture of lovesickness, the tears of dry bones hit the face of frost and ice, and the shadow of the painting poured out the gathering and dispersion of the world, a dream again and again, the beauty is indefinite, the road is far away, but not round, the heart is broken, but not paid, since then the rivers and lakes have a blurred drunken river, and the world has more waiting.

The vain cycle of taking steps in a daze, the quiet step is combustible, the heart is sad, the mark is haggard loneliness, the heart is carried to understand, the changeable poignancy, come later than the sunset, go faster than time, the change of the mind can only be turned into a blessing, the tears that can be waited for can only be sent to happiness, if it is far away from the heart, near tears can only send ink wounds, if there is an afterlife to meet again, do not ask for words in the meeting, just watch the heart and wait for a time.

Crying vaguely locked with the water droplets of the lake, the bumpy loneliness sewn drifting love and drunk, if it is ruthless how to get drunk, there are drunk to send love tears, look at the new boat, look at the tears, but the smoke and rain sweep the dust, thoughts, in the wait-and-see, the heart door tears have hurt people, do not see the person and then sad, the autumn bank of the river embankment falls rain, I don't know the winter heart with the snow melting.

The scarred oath is not under the promise of the oath, and the tears of anticipation are swept away, the residual dream hooks the heart, the broken covenant drops the soul, the winding song praises the monotony of its own, the flashy poignant and dynamic movement, the faint tidbits are actually indefinite, do not continue to see goodbye, the heart has been cut north and south, the soul tears with the sunset, do not look back, but carry tears, the wind is silent in autumn and autumn, and the tears in the heart are slowly remembered.

The heart once said, if you say it again, the place that has not walked into the road of lovesickness, if there is no appointment, cut a short red dust, sweep away the destiny of the previous life, this short-term leisurely, slowly carved with broken jade, in the night light, the writing is orderly, the painting of the step is engraved, the waiting is waiting, waiting for no one to see, and the description is the tears that the heart has always paid.

Think like this, the injury in the photo, draw another dream, indifferent tidbits condense the continuous warmth, see in the heart, when the painting is difficult to stay, floating glorious and bright love, circulating in the poignant and sad lovesick strings, not the tears of the outside side, but the door of the heart is opened for this, opening the key to missing, but unable to gather the glorious mission of guarding.

The hearts are silent to each other, don't read a glow of time outside the tears, but knock on the steps of the past, circulate around the scene, spread around the tears, is the love of knowing is walking, or the dream of the voyage can no longer continue the former clutch, give up, is there any, escaped, will continue to be sad, because a lot of scars for this ups and downs on the road of the heart, not the heart is too shallow, not too deep the scars, but can not put away the once given up.

The glorious time strings can not be beautiful in the time that was once unscheduled, when the heart was flawless, tears were picky, and I understood that the beginning of the years was changed with the departure of the heart, until I met that shocking words, is it a match made in heaven, or the door of hell must need this key to heaven.

The bitterness in the chest, the outpouring of words, the promise of the sunset, do not see the flow, but see the broken marks, the bridge supports the tears and the heart floats in the dream, the tenderness is three thousand words, the silence has been parting, the late heart gathers who to say, the words and feelings are floating and the strings are crossed by tears, the heart is teardrops hurt the autumn, the dream sweeps the farewell journey, it is difficult to say about this life, how to dream of the scars of the East Building, the intention is not in the autumn but in the people, and the people go to the heart to guard the scars.

Tears have been chasing, the heart has been dreaming, drawing without a trace, broken in the autumn thoughts, identifying a few people on the road, sad to appreciate the lonely lamp sweeping the broken shadow, the persistent picture is forgotten, the love is faint and there is no reliance, what kind of trust is still left in the lonely heart door, knocking on the proud waiting, the humble tears closed all the words, to warm the picture that is still lost.

How to write the accompanying love in the corner of the heart, that is the regret of this life, there is no nostalgia in the heart, and for this reason to keep the pipa of missing, stuck in the autumn of the cape, describing the tears outside the strings, the song goes away in the dream of survival, it is the heart period, it is the tear period, they are all suffering from gains and losses, and they are still coming, and they are not coming, they are all painted into the red dust of the earth, and the wounds do not hit the sky, but the marks are swept away.

If love needs to wait for time to be a bargaining chip, I am willing to replace the time of meeting with all the years in the future, even if it is a wordless waiting, only see one side, and there is no resentment in my heart, and at this time in this life, time cannot be reversed, and the heart-warming romance flows with the east, does not reach the East China Sea, and cannot move the heart that has not been met.

God's encounter buoy in the sad picture, autumn speechless, heart misjudgment, teardrops have also walked the bridge beach, the road of life is heroic, meet a song, the expression of the surface, the confession of sticking, and a piece of freedom, the dream of youth without words, and a string of wounded paintings, the stamen has been happy, the stamen has fallen in the flower and the year is lost, the breeze breaks the dream song soul, when to leave a few people to leave.

In the wordless pouring of the soul of weaving, the stubborn cover beats the stamen of Microsoft, so that the grass after the meeting is faint but persistent sublimation in the heart, an elegant end of the world for this indefinite in the residual dream of thought, rolling the mood of this life, slowly giving up the tune, separating the afterlife of the non-gathering words out of the fragrance of tears, the sign of prosperity and innocence.

Autumn is in, the heart is still loaded, bypassing the lovesickness, avoiding the dream, gathering the broken dream of words hovering in the thoughts of the sky, parting Fang Zhi purified the traces in the heart of the wound and destined to write the intertwined vertical and horizontal strings of giving, the time is so affectionate, the heart is so emotional, the face rolls up the autumn of the encounter, opens the hell gate of heaven with tears, and dreams of the encounter in the next life.

Lightly pick up the tears and acacia, and paint dreams in autumn.

When you are ignorant, you will be dreaming of your dreams.

The wordless tears of the gathering table spared the cold wind of autumn but could not identify the mood of winter, so that the continuous tidbits blended into the traces in the heart and wiped the eyes open, and the confined waiting has been frozen in that short and immeasurable encounter.