Meiyu cinnabar, Wen Jian ol world

White clothes are dyed with frost, and stroking sword tries to ask the world, who will carry me to the end of the world. Looking at that light drop of cinnabar tears, at the moment when I was in the shade of drunk flowers, rhombus flowers shed a little bit of cinnabar tears, but I did not know that the lost memory was full of prosperity, with blue hair and colorful hair, lost for several years. I was drunk alone and took a boat, however, I did not know the dream of fireworks, and the memory ran aground with the fragrance of circulation, forming a memory. Looking back on a hundred years, we still stand at the end of the years and meet each other at that moment. The mirror is full of yellow flowers, dark description of Na Su eyebrows, wandering the flow of time, beautiful people are like dreams, forget the time and sorrow, I borrow a thousand cups of wine, I don’t see you sword dance, A touch of smoke and rain shattered my original dream. The Moonlight dyed my hair white. How could I forget each other if I should be junnuo. When Shanshan returned on Goose, who saw me sad, can’t forget, can’t cry, hope that the tea is blooming, this love is just when the fireworks are drunk, I only hope that I will not regret or be upset in this life. Sword Jianjiang Lake, who saw me frivolous, Orchid in a hurry, after a few days of youth, did you touch my eyebrows and cinnabar, the wind fell down, the smoke could not afford, the withered face drunk red candle of the light, the land is picturesque, the dream is like a flower, I am in the world with you. Dream with the wind for thousands of miles, several times of red dust come and go, love has already disappeared in your heart, light makeup is written about the fragrance of your circulation, only to find that you and I are already red dust and vernacular, watching the flowing light fly away at the end of the world, don’t ask where is the return date, wait for the flowers to bloom all over the sky, just wish you don’t forget in your whole life, don’t look back and laugh at thousands of scenery. Fireworks in a hurry, white my young heart, time in a hurry, empty you and my melancholy dream, don’t ask the memory of the years monologue where, only turn to you I once walked through the road day and night. The breeze is light and your eyes are like stars. Looking back on the early morning of the Twilight, look at the people who linger in the White Crane Tower, who is who, you and I are airborne at the end of the years, however, I did not know the charm of the first bath took away our gorgeous meeting. Ling Xiao Dian, lost the starlight, I am tossing in your fleeting time, walking alone for thousands of miles, freehand brushwork the sorrow in time and space, mottled memory, your picturesque smile is still as drunk in the Green Mountains, without the vulgar water, without the light of the years. Looking at your beautiful face, I am most in the Starlight, looking for your promise under the cherry blossoms in your early years, white hair fluttering, who took away my injuries in the years, the youth of walking alone drizzled the years, the light of memory led me to the vicissitudes of the sea, can not look at your original appearance, who knows the original memory of freehand brushwork in the clear sorrow of rivers and lakes. Flowers bloom and fold branches, and you are willing to pass away. You are sword dance in the snow field of sword and sword, and then White the blue silk on both sides of my broken bridge. Green Lotus mud, cold autumn, thousands of amorous feelings, I said to anyone, at this time, this scene opened up my life, has nothing to do with wind and moon, has nothing to do with poetry, since then Wen Jian ol the world. JS calligraphy and painting, how can it be against me Wen Jian ol the world.

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