No, drop-dead gorgeous, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

A few degrees of blood in the sunset, wearing rain and frost in the wind and cold all the way. For several degrees, the moon is full and the moon is lost, and you can leave people to think about lovesickness. Passer-by is always difficult to return to others. This life is not drop-dead gorgeous, not a city, only a heart. Tonight, the autumn rain drips, and the rain drizzle tells the story of the wind that he has been lingering for years. The Sky of Rain and Tears covered the past stars. The fog locked the Xuanyuan window. Before the window, Xiaoyan had no trace, and the fallen leaves complained about the autumn wind. I know it’s another sleepless night. Who said that if you lose sleep, you will enter someone else’s dream. Am I in your dream tonight? In the dream, I held hands to see the orchid in the spirit Valley, fragrant and far-away, and kept the fragrance quietly. The four eyes were relatively sunk in Qingfang. In the dream, I held hands to see the peach blossom burning, charming, full of flowers, and the ten fingers were drunk in a colorful way. In front of the window, I tune the Suqin by hand, and the song of Qingyin is not to embellish sadness, not to be the same as loneliness, but to sink into your past. Recall who once said that when the mountain orchid xiangman Konggu, he must dance the cloud angel that I love in the beautiful mountains and rivers, the green forest with Jade and Jade. Be sure to play the song “fishing boat singing night” you love in the misty clouds of heavy mountains and Green Valley. Sighing that floating life is like a dream, some people say: life is like a dream. Because the dream is short, the warmth of the dream is hard to find, and it is precious only when you cannot reach it. Some people say: dreams are like life. Because of the long life, sadness, happiness, separation and separation, they are willing to be drunk in dreams. Look at the drizzling rain tonight, the leaves fall to the earth. If all things in the universe come to nature, it belongs to nature. If I fall leaves this season, I will not be attached to you. I will only be attached to you with a smile like a flower. Inside the window, curtain. Outside the window, Yichuan was smoky and rainy. Looking through the air, flowers are similar every year, and people are different. Joy goes away from the distant clouds and the past is like a dream. Can you know? If you read it or not, I have never gone far as time goes. A Song of Qing Yin is not forgotten, not remembered, because it has never been forgotten. I used to think that I could face it lightly and let everything in my life go without intention. At midnight of a dream, my cheek was moist with temperature, and you smiled in my dream. Can you know? The passing of the water has aged you and my face, and you are still the attachment I can’t let go. People say that lovesickness is bitter and lingering from the heart. I say that lovesickness is difficult, and it is difficult to meet each other far away from the mountain. A glass of wine is filled with emotion. In the old days, Yan gently fell to the window. Since I can’t forget it, I will hide it deeply, shallow and deep. If I don’t give up, I will never leave. You smile in the words, and you smile in the words. There is always a clear shadow between words and words. The red dust is rolling, neither the face of the city nor the face of the drop-dead gorgeous, but it is willing to pour into the heart. Don’t admire the elegant, don’t admire the cloud, just love you like a flower and smile. Fan Feng Yue, drunk red dust, love did not know how to play, only for the king to go deep. If you still have regrets in this life, you will not be able to hold your hand, enjoy the sunrise and sunset of Huangshan Mountain, watch the rising tide of the beach, see the flowing years, snow without trace, and the past is like the wind. Infatuation is just difficult to understand, time flies, your love and hate may have come to an end, and my deep feeling is slowly staged under the curtain. Can you know? You see and see, time flies, I am still in the same place. However, the fate of you and me is like bright moon and Clear Spring, cold plum and falling snow. However, the distance between you and me is just like the sea and mulberry fields, plum rains and clouds. It is finally the moon in the water, flower in the mirror. It is sorrow to write your pen, and it is hard to write your pen. At this time, do you also remember the May month of the rain Silk, the 2 month of the frozen face, the Han River in the middle of the river, the Wupeng boat in the sunset, whether you lay a plain paper at this time, on rolled sleeves, I want to read words without words and poems without rhyme. Or worry? Or happy? The day when the prosperity is over, the water will be paid by Shaohua, and the night when the dust settles, the water will be lost in the east. Flashy 3,000 was originally just a quicksand. Who’s old age inadvertently? Since youth is a flash in the pan, it will be more cherished from now on. Half asleep and half awake, I vaguely saw your money coming and said softly: Instant Love, eternal love. Just let me grow old quietly in your dream, with frost dyed green silk and white hair. No drop-dead gorgeous, no city, only one heart.

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