Silence

Something similar to a spirit that collides with a spirit flows backwards in each cycle of reincarnation until the day of the first turn of heaven and earth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info between the clouds and the beginning of the rhythm of the mid-rotation.

The reflection of Jayling swirls around, and at the beginning we were still prophesying. However, in the end, it is only found that the end is only a microcosm of reincarnation, a whirling dance like a dream shadow, and everything is at the beginning.

Dance spring song day on the day of the beginning of the goddess will begin to feel and cry laughter and laughter, until one day she leaves, the goddess's posture is beautiful, how many people want to go, how many people chase the past green and twilight, that is, the sky has no tears, the horror of the eyes flashed, until the god should have begun to come again, and enjoy the life of the sun, the moon, the sky, the lips, really do is a kind of can't afford to bring the way of the human wheel, the way of heaven, the way of the day, the god flower will be the water high mountains and the moon, the god goes, the east comes to the pavilion is the head of the east moon, the way of heaven, the way of heaven, Humanity, the sun and the moon tomorrow under the trackless walk like the real water artesian to the sunny day, as if the fruit is in place to peck a wood water is the taste of the true, the essence of the turmoil will be steamed to the air is scattered, as if the moon is open today has been speechless to open the twilight is the end, dazed at the beginning of the start of the doll laughing and through the Qingshui and stand through the eternal and fallen weathered and to Miao is everything is not the end of everything, the nickname and the end of the celebration as always, banana boring and boring over the sail who comes to shuttle back and forth unintentionally, to the beginning of the sky when the goddess is unharmed.

Baiyun Wantian is thousands of moments, and there is no festival in the end, the wind is clear, and the water is clear

If the opening of the way of heaven, turn back to the swastika and dedication, the edge of the cliff to is the smoke of war is to make the sky of the cliff guest, a scene of flowers, before and after the back and forth to look at the smokeless rain when the guest comes, he does not look at the way of heaven. The middle way is upright, the humane is in the middle, from nothing to the taste of the whole god.

There is nothing, empty, turn around and turn back, only one player, back and forth, back and forth, the end of the month and the moon have no return, the hot and dry scene seems to be timid and silent, not intentional, the cave is two years old, the year is like Miao every sleep when the fax is opened to make the moonlight reverse curtain to the moon road - road - road. Walking on the moon, the clear mirror, until walking back, one day towards the tears, candles, water, and the moon look at the moon and return for a long time. The guest of the house is followed by the new breeze, the moon and the moon are like flowers, the flowers are like jade, the anger is the cliff for a long time and far away to forget the cleanliness of the falling tree, the pure gold Ruyi to the golden eyes are timid, and the empty self-envoy makes the side of He Fei to the sky The guest goddess is unharmed, and when he comes, he makes a return to the mortal cowardice, and he makes the eyes turn white, and the white is Ming Miao, the star water, the speed of the return, the ape, the curtain is forbidden to shrink the rut three, two

There is no wind and fire in the middle of the instant back tears, the place of the baby, the moon and the eyes of the turtle, the strong eyes of the eyes of the tree, the eyes of the moon and the moon of the moon and the moon of the moon and the turtle, the eyes of the eyes and the turtle

II.III

The myth of cleanliness, the fire of the heart of the Pleiades.

The hooves are far away and the hooves are long, and the eyes are calm and calm.

Yongmei

- Jane Su

Without wind, frost and snow, the plum blossoms are fragrant

A piece of red red heart, fragrant all the way