Gaze deep, heart is easy to open

What is untouchable is a scatter of withering

In the cobwebs woven by the old and the new, there are salvaged and irretrievable pasts

The years have passed, and the season has been perfected

The wind and rain are resting, and the grass is green and the flowers are grateful

The clothes of the clouds are unbearable to be tailored; The dream of butterflies is unbearable

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Tong Yan changed the crane hair, and the annual rings were cut and sawed down by a knife

Hongchen's attachment can't give up his worries

Stand on the shore of life, build walls and nests, and fish black and white

Day and night, it is difficult to pick up, but it melts in the palm of your hand

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Whose back is it, scratching the eyes

fell into heartache, and never struggled to look like a rose

Wandering like this, sad as a dream

Just hold on, and keep the desolation

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Waiting, prolonging the time of Chiran

Longing, tearing apart the melancholy of expectation

How to find, the goal is always in the wrong direction

Standing on the cross street, you can only wave goodbye to oblivion

"Love and Hate the Dream of Mandarin Ducks" poem "Days" is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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