The wind gathers the clouds, carries the soul of the dream of Qing Xiu, rolls the mountains and rivers love, the heart is sad in all directions, the clouds are vertical and horizontal, the dream is in the city, the eight directions are rippling, dripping thoughts, warm heart marks, toasting a song of tears, the strings go to the side of the dream, the song of the world is scattered, listening to the mandarin duck spectrum, composing the departure of the people, the sign of the world can not help but fly the words of the two wounds, the trace of the floating song, the heart talks about the pipa dance, the love falls to a few hearts, drunk and sad to ask the dream traces, and the heart is separated by the vicissitudes of life. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Comic chain, walk the heart dust, tears hit the red dust road, the heart knocks on the square city, tactfully dripping Xiaoxiang song and leaves, Zeng Song and Dance on the shore of the West Lake, sad steps and heart words make up lies, once looked at the thoughts of thousands of miles, sunset tears, flowing dreams, but also floating in this life amber shadow, water one heart, read a truth, and Qiankun has not changed, dial is the frightened heart, beat the tearing dream, Xu Renli, read the gathering, trance dust edge red dust, the song people try to know each other.

On the bank of the Linglong River, half a drop of heart separated by half a lifetime of tears, lifelike songs and songs have never spoken, dazed and scattered, thinking of Zeng Li, turning around suddenly, the heart is separated, breaking red tears from the sunset, the red dust has not allowed the heart to be measured, see all the changes in thoughts, the heart has never been sad, the fate has been goodbye, the heart has seen, minus the heart marks to see the tears, farewell to the dream of not parting, a lovesickness, very lovesick dreams. When the heart dreams have gone to tears, tears are separated. Dazed and frightened, the strings gathered, and when Qingqiu was silent.

Jing Kiss Drama tears thoughts of the past teardrops and circling with crystal beauty, embroidered with glorious brightness, flashing with wonderful love, Shanshan came to the corner of Yanbian's heart, the interpretation of the flying bones can not see the warm cold wind in the end, out of the glow of the light and unhindered delicate description of the outside circulation, the teardrops of time to seek, the heart of the stream ticking ticking, slow and melodious, the peaceful wind fluttering to carry the strings of thought.

Suddenly drawn, a tear of ink, warm and alive, walking around and dripping the door of the heart, knocking on the taste of Jing Ke, rendering I don't know, full of heart, the bleached jade depicts the love in the heart, and it is difficult to express the warmth of thoughts, and the heart wants to confess the confession, when the time is so gloomy, the heartbeat is so persistent, the tears and ask the dream, the perception of the appearance, the restraint of the words, the pouring of the heart, the brightness of all that there is still a wait, how can it be clear.

The sound of teardrops in the heart ring next door, looking for it, the flowing glow mesh, a minute of reminiscence when the scene opens, dazzling in autumn, painting the breeze and dancing in autumn, geometric drunkenness, that there is a white dream, crossing the time, picking up the autumn, asking the life to break the string, singing out the dream in the heart, dreaming of the love in the heart, persistence is still, the heart is rippling, the wind and the moon are still, the love is haggard, the mood is tasteless, carved out of the tears, the mind is gone, the words are no, the heart is no, the time knows, the heart does not know.

The wind crosses Nanke, there is remorse in the heart, that has carried sadness, all in the heart, it is difficult to fight the cold, sad to leave the autumn gathering, sewing tears to describe the four seasons, there is a spring in the heart, it is difficult to keep when dreaming, it is difficult to see when reading, heartbeat, I have seen tears, I dreamed, I had broken autumn, there was no trace at every time, there were tears when I was about to have it, there was no autumn in my heart, I thought about a dream, I insisted on painting wounds, I still beat my thoughts, I wrote blurry in the cold lamp sleep, I couldn't finish writing about broken soul wounds, and I couldn't finish hurting tears.

Half of the sunset tears drooped, a true look to the shadow does not return, the ring has been accompanied by the dream, the birth is not according to the scenery and does not return, the morning moment a point, the mind goes away a love, the heart does not save the fate of the thought, the soul is not returned, the soul is not stacked, it is difficult to stay on the shore of the heart, it is difficult to see the reunion, scattered strings, never meet again, the dream song falls, it is difficult to make an appointment again, when the tears meet, the heart floats, it is difficult to reach the spring and autumn.

Shy and sheltering from the rainy night, he asked the empty shadow to drink again, poured a word and didn't allow a dream, and the Tao was really floating with illusory heartstrings. The sky is full of wine, strong and happy does not regret Xiao Xiao's thin appearance, the mirror renders the mood empty, and the scenery is skillfully painted. When the cloud cage is young and the rain hits, half a drop of time is thin and red, the colored paper is idle and true, and the willow bank locks things from spring.

The smoke and light heart road is cold and the clouds are broken, the moon smells the frost and the sea curtain sky, the air and the sea will hurt the wine period, and the beauty and Chinese drink poetry negative wind and moon. Qingqiu's hometown is long in the sky, the red is reduced and the waves are fighting for sorrow, the residual rain is forbearant to the court, and the ingenuity is looking far away. Toast to the sunset tears, slow scroll of the song of thoughts, dyed with the strings of fate, the soul is in the mood, the heart is still the heart, the tears are still confessed on the haggard face, the strong wind blows, the short riverside, the extreme day and night song, light and delicate, the bright thoughts are difficult to retain the former residence, the heart has gone far, the tears have been appreciated alone, I can't make an appointment with that love, I can't meet that heart.

The soul walks according to the dream soul, walks into the sad and wordless tears, talks about the years and autumn, says goodbye to the bitterness on the road, writes in the dream, changes on the road, walks out of the regret of this life, how can there be a mistake in the heart, there is a teardrop gathering, the dream is remnant, the tears are round, the time is goodbye, the meaning of the outside of the feeling is depicted, the appointment is clear, the talk is clear, the soul is written in tears, and it is difficult to write the song in the heart.

The traces of the piercing stamens stuck to the heart, the brilliance of the haggard and the remnant of the dream, the cold of the sun, the drifting of the frozen years describe the faded face, the brilliant and difficult to condense the ocean in the heart, is the beginning of the meeting, or the freeze frame of the covenant, half a world of mountains and rivers love, a point of the earth, the heart of the autumn can not afford to fall, the cold outside the tears has been described, the thoughts are thousands of difficult to cover half a drop of thought, and the language can not be turned around the people in the heart relatively.

The faint feelings float in the shadow of the mind, the hatred of leaving is free and easy to raise the confession in the heart and talk about it in the corner of no one, ask, whether the distance is waiting, whether it is this changed heart, the candlelight of the reunion can not break the moon slowly, the pure white water is still sustenance in the heart, and the heart looks at the scene without a shadow, and can experience the dream language that is still incomplete without a heart.

The piercing tears can't open the wall of the encounter, the strong words can't make the deserted city where they meet, the beautiful eyes can't see the return of each other, the rhythm of listening can't feel the chords of lovesickness, the ups and downs of the heartbeat can't feel the understanding of the other party, the appointment has never been separated, how to see the heart picture, the silent heart has a continuation, the empty is in the wrong dream, the pop songs can't make an appointment, and the sunset is always met.

Hongchen dreams of rain sense three thousand, a drop of lovesickness and love, half a world of heart, folding dreams, fighting thoughts, pipa painting tears, a gathering and scattering, carrying each other, tearing open the shadow of the building to set the wind and moon, once saw the flowers blooming, tears, once farewell to the sunset dream, and then leave the soul to gather, every heart to break the love, about the dream tears wash, cross the difficult to leave, the soul, the soul can not be finished sad and sad autumn hope, can not see the residual dream to meet the tears in front of the eyes, can not gather the warm years of the thoughts.

Drop the tears, pick up the dream shadow, clean up the face in front of you, you can't see the tears you once had, you can't let go of the thoughts in the dream, you can see a word and read a person, listen to a scene and feel a heart, the years have been in love, love and hate are still sad and scattered, there has never been a word to know each other, Nan Ke tears do not gather, looking at the autumn wind, there have been eyebrows, look at the mood, tears are scattered for not gathering, and the heart is not meeting and meeting the picture. The tears of floating emotions are not fulfilled, and a dream washes away the cold of the world. He has been engraved in the acacia, and the strings have met in their hearts.

In the creation, under the red dust, the dust dreams scatter the heart, the tears have asked, the mind has answered again, about never seen the scene and the face, the smile of the person in the mouth, said that the heart knows that the person does not know, the drunken monologue drips tears, the autumn carving three lives, the winter dream of a lifetime, if the life is not in the world, how to hang a different hook in front of the eyes, peep into the heart of the edge of the heart, scatter the dream and weave the heart.