I've been to your world before

They understand the fate in the ups and downs of the stone language, and the ethereal story of the tea fragrance, so that the stone is fragrant, and the tea interprets the language. In the realm of nothingness, they are far away from each other, and they meet to jump out of the three realms, not in the five elements, like a shadow following the gods, and they seem to cling to nothing.

One day, when I went to my hometown, I knew that I had passed by several times, and I wanted to tell each other. He said that you have a complex with one foot, and you pick it up to train me with a story for one season. She said, then you tremble and let me see if the story of the tea can warm my heart. You, let me feel your breath. He said that I was swaying with the wind, falling leaves and autumn wind, swaying in the worldly fireworks, invisible in the chaos of the market, with branches and firmaments, not like the wind. She whispered; Invisible beauty is natural, harsh and mundane. Although the sea in the dream is good, there are no clouds in Wushan, only hanging stones and looking at the river. Encounters are always beautiful. The Buddha said that looking back for 500 years only came in exchange for a passing shoulder, and our devout cultivation is for that glimpse of the chance encounter.

People about after dusk, the moon on the willow branches. Two apprehensive hearts searched for the strange fate of meeting in the red dust, continuing the storyline of him and her, there is no mountain and flowing water in the world, the broken bridge and the same boat look at each other, Wenjun is drinking and singing, the children of Qixi Magpie Bridge are long, and there is no peach blossom face chanting wind and moon in Song and Tang poems.

When we meet, we talk sparsely, the boundless words look around, the brewing Daobai wants to talk about it, and the low eyebrows are better than the countless people in the world. In his dreams, he is described thousands of times as if he were a hazy glimpse in the twilight, like the little brother next door in the alley.

In the dream, the red, fat, green, and thin meet each other, and the begonias are still the same. Remote questionnaire curtain person, drunk to pick up the lamp to see the sword, long-sleeved good at dancing this person? The blue bird is silent, the original world is full of fireworks, you take the fireworks to cross, my heart drifts with the wind. Drink the water of a misty river. After a few steps, I want to say goodbye, I want to wave my hand and go away. I don't hear the singing, only the water is surging. The back of the eyes covers the sky, the chapters and sentences are endless, and the heart is melancholy and crows.

Suddenly I had an epiphany, and I didn't meet her in the crowd, and that person was in the depths of the fireworks. Flying to the peak under the tea incense remains, the three life stone is not clearly engraved. In a trance dream, the fireworks bouquet of Qionglai, but the moon is wrapped in snow and wind.

The turmoil lived, the details were reminiscent, and the thoughts were alone, and there were two sorrows in a daze. The way is not clear, the cutting is constant, and the reason is still messy. Only the long night sighs. The ice heart is no more, and the jade pot is cold. If you want to say it, the fluorescent flickering fingers are difficult. Hesitating and exploring, the embankment is no longer two-leaf light boats ups and downs, making the tide of the ocean. Shixiang tea is difficult to distinguish for a while, between the stars and the moon.

The first signs appeared, the water was difficult to collect, and the people who promised were uneven, laughing, and asking each other about the best time.