The red dust is rolling, and the world is crowded. Spring is full of flowers, full of thin red, autumn into frost maple, a ridge verdant. Zi Mo is light, a wisp of fragrance, raising his eyes and clouds, the stars are hidden and the moon is bright, why is he participating in business? Yedu unmanned boat self-traverse, Ling Bo micro step Luo sock dust. The blue boat crosses far away, a river of smoke and water, a penny rod, wanders the world, and the ambition is thousands of miles. On the wind strings of the downstream and countercurrent, laugh and watch the ebb and flow of the tide, the big waves of the abyss, indifferent and graceful, calmly deal with it, in the moment of the elegant vortex of the soul, the horses are in a hurry, the cars are dusty and the horses are lost in the spring green, Chushui Qinlou is smiling and polite, the west wind is cold under the river, and people enter the peach source to enjoy the willow sound.

Once that year, on that day, the small bridge arched the moon, the clear water was clear, and the distant mountains were foggy and butterflies were trampling, attracting azaleas to bloom and red. Who blows the flute on the twenty-four bridges, a clear rhyme around the bamboo wind, Xianglou Qiongyu drinks jade syrup, and several flavors are mellow into the green pavilion. Singing and chanting, silk and bamboo are soft. The heart of the building paints the moon and splashes Danqing, between the notes and inks, the meaning of life, the pen is waved into a good dream, and the old robe is relieved and replaced with new makeup.

Raise your eyebrows and raise your eyebrows, who is a pear smile, love at first sight, a wisp of love, a thought, a lifetime of ambition, a turbid wine, and a charming drunkenness.

A lifetime of love, who met in the rivers and lakes, a curtain of willow dreams, who was empty before the red dust, a foot of plain books, who was sent by the swimming fish, a drunken cheese, who was the empty cup, a pillow of silk dreams, tears and thinness, a sleeve of autumn wind, who was refreshing, a song, who was abandoned by the moon, a garden was quiet, who was cold in the snowflakes, a meditation, who was the fate for, a string of gloom, who was the rhyme, a feast, who was missing from the drink.

Years old Ziyan smiles and goes to spring, every year the cuckoo cries blood back, turns around gorgeously, the lights are red and green, the butterfly dreams are high, the soul is scattered, the mountain is on the pole, the cold wind is clear, the curtain moon is remnant, the jade steps are moss, the red cultivation and embroidery, and the leaves fall and drift in the stream. The heart of the ancient road is not old, the dream of the sunset is not gray, the wood shows in the forest and the phoenix, and the moon is high and the stone is returned.

Dusty and Xi, a color of water and sky have been sheathed, half-mountain clouds and rain and half snuggling, Baqiao send-off, long pavilion night, Hong Geese chirping, folding willows and empty thoughts of time, holding hands to send autumn colors. Cherish the flowers and bewitch, tears are dry, and hate the past.

It is difficult to hate the king like Lou Xinyue, there is no trace of the wind at the bottom of the sleeve in the rivers and lakes, and the duckweed of half a lifetime goes with the east, and he does not want to return in the cold rain.

I once recalled that time, Changhuai Peng Island to find a fairyland, but also read Tonglin to listen to the sound of the phoenix, the wind is wild, the wind is small, the withered autumn wind, the drizzle is oblique, when the love is sent to the long endowment, the Burrow book is inscribed with Gao Huai, the rain will return to the sea with the wind and the moon, and the eagle is not in the forest. The empty cup is sad, the old dream is green, the love is shallow, and the wine is drunk. Qingqing I and I, Nong Nong Yiyi, the flowers have no place to send, and the spring heart is old and wants to pray for the New Year.

Worry about the full moon, idle to sink into the mountain dwelling, cook tea and wine, chant poems and sentences, less spring sorrow, more autumn.

Thousands of miles away, cut a window willow moon gentle, close to the windowsill, send a few wisps of lovesickness sleepless at night, poems into the arms, a rhyme warm, slowly resting on your pillow, with the dream moon curtain, the night is gray, the water is vast, the heart is soft and apricot rain window looks, a cold and warm dream, all for the flower laughter, suave and romantic infatuation. Since Yi Tianya Wanderer, the road is long, the feelings are rippling, the eyebrows are graceful, the heart is murmuring, the thoughts are trickling, and the thoughts are a little into the heart.

Fighting for the stars, the red dust, this life and the previous life are all married, the bamboo tube shakes off the dust of a silk, and the bells and drums are noisy and silent. The moon is blowing in the wind, the green robe is fluttering, whose steps are wrong, wiping off a sleeve of delicate tears, and the ethereal heart.

Plain hands have been crossed, pearls are better than jade, socks dust is covered with clear dew, under the willows in front of the flowers, oblique light flows, combs a wisp of marriage red fragrance, Chu Chu's eyes are flowing, red dust encounters, it is the staggered swing of the previous life, the hand of the son, the meaning of the white head, the butterfly shadow is lifelike, the dragonfly points to the water, and the ripples in the autumn water are graceful about one less person.

Spring and autumn fruits, the sun and the moon are sublimated, wandering in the red dust, wandering and looking for steps, brushing the dust and flowers, and finally being thin and thin, the cape is firm, drinking and laughing, only hating to meet Xiaomeng, looking forward to it is just that a note of promises.

A thousand words, that year, that day, may time go back, rubbing shoulders with the narrow road of the world to meet, the ethereal moment of falling into the heart, this life does not miss the sea and does not think of the clouds, the prime minister guards the blue bridge of the red dust, silently prays, and lives a good and quiet life.

When we met in the previous life, we fell in love with you and me in this life, and flew through the glory, raised our eyebrows, and met each other. The two butterflies dance together, the warblers sing together, the fragrant dust is fragrant, the fragrance is rippling, the flickering is gorgeous, and the feathers are dancing.

Regardless of turning the pages of the previous life, how can he recall the old dreams. Love silk has its own red rope tie, and the red dust is destined for this life.