Red dust for a moment, please allow me endless tenderness

Shiliping lake is full of frost, and every inch of blue silk worries about the Chinese year. Looking at the moon-shaped single camera cover, I only admire mandarin ducks but not immortals. Liang Zhu Hua die, writing a sad and beautiful Chiang-Nan misty rain. The West Lake breaks the bridge, showing the endless sadness of the red dust. With confusion, I just walked into the prosperity of the world and fell into your red dust. On the Qingqing Hill, beside the murmuring spring, there are ten fingers and two lines of footprints; In the soft moonlight, under the warm eaves of the room, the shadow is double, and the pipe flute is melodious in the night wind. In the field of spring flowers everywhere, we took all the colorful ink of the whole season, blooming our absolute charm and depicting the splendor of our life! I thought that I would be your happiness for the whole life and play the mountains and rivers for you. You will be the wings of my life and sing the world of love for me, take me to see the vitality and prosperity of the four seasons. I thought that we would be together in this way, watching the clouds and clouds, with the day and night. Love has been broken since ancient times. Even more, the autumn festival is deserted. Who said that something too beautiful would not be cherished if it was easily obtained? WHO stipulates that perfect things have to go through hardships? Perhaps, red dust Reagan had no one who was right or wrong, but we were not firm enough to love, persistent enough and thorough enough. Holding each other’s names tightly, but half a life is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. Living in each other’s red dust, but half the world is sitting on both sides of the time. Half Life, it’s right between my fingers! Lonely for a few years, dyed tears and red face; When I read it, I fell in love with each other. When I read it down, my feelings in the sea and the fields remained unchanged! The night wind hit the ward, blowing thin and daydreaming. Tonight, let me stay in front of your sickbed like this, gently close the lovesickness of half a life and sing a love of high mountains and flowing water. On Xianzhi, I played “love of butterfly” with one inch of lovesickness, which melodious the night sky of the city. I was drunk with stars, Moonlight and red dust! Life comes back, death comes Sauvignon Blanc. There is no regret in this life. After all, we have not deserted our original oath. In this life, the weak water is three thousand, and only one scoop is taken; There are tens of millions in this dream, only one dream! In this world, I will pour my endless gentleness and wipe away the scars of half-life exile; I will blow the melodious pipe flute for you, so that you will still be gorgeous; I want you to take me into your arms, look at me, I am still not old; I will paint a painting of red dust and Danqing with my hands, and describe our love in the world in detail! Dear, half of the world, just between the fingers. For a moment, please allow me endless tenderness.

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