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Author Beizhuang

The rain and the leaves, reverberating are the melody waiting,

Who is haggard, hugging the pen and not falling asleep,

The sound of the pipa, the song is waiting for you to turn around.

Three moments on the shore of Luoyang Lake, you cry and I put pen to paper,

It's hard to wait out, if you hide your face and can't cry for me.

The ancient trees on the left have withered for thousands of years, and the indifferent ones don't wear them just for the sake of elegance,

A dish of side dishes who has been waiting for the years, folding willows does not ask for a wish to wait for your heart.

Peony, embankment, post station, Langshan, the shepherd boy's flute can't change the atmosphere,

Idlers, kites, wind sounds, there are several lives, and the night in the suburbs is as pale as my heart.

The rain and the leaves, reverberating are the melody waiting,

Who is haggard, hugging the pen and not falling asleep,

The sound of the pipa, the song is waiting for you to turn around.

Whoever puts down the pen, the tip of the pen reverberates is your voice ~ sound.

Maple leaves are also in season, but if you don't understand, I will understand,

Wait slowly, waiting for the willow to be absent is our parting,

Three moments on the shore of Luoyang Lake, you cry and I put pen to paper,

The routine of love poems will also be drunk when the dream burns,

It's hard to wait out, if you hide your face and can't cry for me.

Who has continued to light the lamp for a thousand years, and the indifferent hope is not worn only for the sake of elegance,

A dish of small vegetables withered waited for whose years, folding willows do not ask for a dry waiting for your heart,

Leisurely, rivers and lakes, the world, there is the truth, let me forget to wear the red dust with you,

Fast horses, unpredictable, gentlemen, life and death, at the end of the song, people scattered and snubbed the rivers and lakes,

The rain and the leaves, reverberating are the melody waiting,

Who is haggard, hugging the pen and not falling asleep,

The sound of the pipa, the song is waiting for you to turn around.

Whoever puts down the pen, the tip of the pen reverberates is your sound ~ sound,

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Author Beizhuang

The fireworks flew over the years,

I can't tell if it's day and night,

There is a kind of reluctance called parting,

The tactics used on the battlefield are called tactics,

Watch my dragon fight in the wilderness,

Who will solve the secrets of the thousand-year-old battlefield?

Lend me a pair of discerning eyes to the sky again, and see through all this again.

Thinking that I have the great merit of siege and field battle, but I am not defeated,

That kind of emotion is like a cold current, dominating the world of this Warring States,

Divide and merge, merge and merge, divide and divide for a long time, who is the real Yinglang,

A sigh of relief awaits who will laugh.

Whoever has the arrogance of thousands of troops,

can't stop her smile,

Whoever has unrivaled arrogance,

can't change her face back,

Sanshengshi, lonely and arrogant in turmoil, broke the enemy and found her arms, still young at the beginning,

Ask who is the most free in troubled times.

Whoever has the arrogance of thousands of troops,

can't stop her smile,

Whoever has unrivaled arrogance,

can't change her face back,

Sanshengshi, who is free in turmoil, wants to fight bravely just for her to smile, but it is still a chaotic battlefield.

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Author Beizhuang

The little white dog of the family,

I like to name it Blackie,

Afraid that it will not know itself in the night,

I'm afraid it won't be able to catch up with the little white dog next door.

Freedom in the heart,

I like to call it indulgence,

I'm afraid it won't be able to return to its own sky,

I'm afraid it will make a hero who makes trouble.

emotional wounds,

I just like to call it out,

Afraid of it,

Afraid of it,

Afraid that it will go astray and go in the wrong direction,

Afraid of it,

Afraid of it,

I'm afraid that its injuries will also be laughed at as imitations.

Forget the dreams in your heart,

If you don't retreat when you retreat,

Please listen to the song I sang the most beautiful,

Let you fall asleep in your favorite dreams,

Please listen to the song I sang the most beautiful,

The occasional little temper will make life more beautiful,

Please listen to the song I sang the most beautiful,

It's so beautiful that you can't even fall asleep.

Blue and White Moon

When is it raining in Jiangnan?

Iren still fell asleep on his pillow

Whose wish do I make?

I will not regret this vow

The blue bird chirps in the nine heavens

Flowers and plants left who pass by

Yue'er has no shortage of lovers

Who asks for immortal fate under Huaixia

Waiting for the blue and white moon to be full, the lovers have not returned

And I'm still waiting for Magpie Bridge to meet you

Wait for the loneliness of the sky sprinkled with clouds

Waiting for this sorrowful mood