Over a thousand years, who has lost this love

Tears in tears and cold heart. Drunk words go to the sun, there are flower yellow everywhere, chrysanthemum smiles withered lotus osmanthus to make fragrance. The passing of water in the past few years urges people to grow old. Yan array’s book is cool, Xiao Di Fei Yang, and the red pen is broken and the ink seal is written. Inscription after a thousand years, I turned around and smiled to see the red dust busy, wet my eyes. Lonely Hong flew alone, a piece of clouds, about after dusk. Who will share with each other? But with the eyes of the sky. Ancient Sidu, gentle and gentle; Floating life goes away, more than a thousand years, who has lost this love? Yesterday, the flowers were flying all over the garden, and now they are only left: empty branches are left, and the fragrance is far away. Which one has passed the curve? The wind rolled the fallen leaves and laughed and dried. The Flying Flower has gone, the red is silent, and it is in vain for this feeling; This scene is empty, who will ask for singing and cutting. We have no choice but to meet each other. We have no choice but to love each other. In the dream of death, there are only poems. However, in this life, Wen Jun did not know each other. But he smiled at the shallow fate of this life, so he failed to live up to two youth. A piece of wind, flowers falling all over the ground, a Cold Moon, a broken pool, a piece of withered lotus, full of eyes and desolate. A sound of warblers, a cold case, half a letter broken, a pulse of thought, how to send the words of love? Caress a piece of ancient songs to lovesickness and taste all your worries: like the bright moon, I feel like fog, and the fog remains empty with the moon. Junshan Fuqin I am good at dancing, and the end of the song is centrifugal and blocked. A review of the sense of fate makes me think about the reign and Twilight. The soul goes with the King without regret, and lovesickness is bitter for the King. If you think about it, who will complain? Far away, I don’t know where the king is. Help the gate to cut Sijun’s advice and climb high to see off Tianshu Road. The isolated window is thin, the East wind shakes, and the bamboo cannot move to sleep. Mei Dai Xiaoxiao, who is responsible for this complaint? Once the Willow complained about lovesickness, and this time I saw the warblers whining. Only the shadow is against the lonely lamp, and the flower screen is held up to tissue paper. If you think about it, the painting fan will eventually fail. The throwing pen is gently moved to the mirror, and the shadow is good for human eyes. Self-inspection has never been reduced, but lovesickness is more entangled. The eyes should be bright moon and lonely, and the bright moon is lonely in the cold room. The long door is silent and the smoke cage is soft and cold, and the Thin Moon is leaning against the clear blue. Dream back to the rain and rain long pavilion memory, yesterday’s sorrow and joy are plain pen. In the face of the water, if the water is clear, the plain clothes are spruce. Wind and rain, red and full yard, wet the fragrance of flowers, Gallery autumn night singing scattered, still light color, Moon through the curtains. Smoke lock incense burner heart word reduction. The new cold got drunk and the night was up. The West Wind was full of courtyard, and the phoenix trees were colorful. The Independent Yao order went to Xiao Zhong. A gentleman without a joke, a concubine and so on for a hundred years. Looking back on the past few years, the flowers bloom on the other bank and there is no shore. The Soul falls to forget the river, especially in the river. If you keep thinking about it, you will never fall in love if you keep thinking about it, if you don’t love, you won’t have the chance to stop. In a quiet place, you seem to be influenced by the beauty of life. Time is fixed at this moment. Fuqin, a song of Falling Flowers, murmuring, breaking people’s intestines. Looking up again, there were scattered incense scraps, flowers and leaves, which damaged the tender intestines. Daiyu sang a song of burying flowers with her life, and a flower hoe closed the flowers. The lonely soul ended a love tragedy when Yu Xiang Xiaoxiao. What about Zhaojun? Shoulder the mission, step out with your relatives, and wither with fallen petals lie in profusion. The eternal beauty will break the desert. After all, a bunch of yellow sand will be buried in the grave. Peacock flies from southeast to southeast, singing one song, how many infatuation and resentment songs are left? Five Li lingered, even though it was conjugal bliss, the sound of harp was quiet. Zhong Qing and Laneige could not escape from feudal parents and beat mandarin ducks. Only they made a promise to meet Huang Quan. The Mandarin duck passed away, and the Hehuan was left alone. It was far away from people’s sadness. It couldn’t help crying. On the blue and black night, the twinkling stars seemed to blink someone’s eyes. Looking at the pond with low eyes, if you dream of the flowers and water on the other side, you will look for the memory of the past in the flying flowers. Occasionally I caught a glimpse of the red color, just like the woman in the Book of Songs wading in the water. What I couldn’t hide between my eyebrows was the desolate charm, Moonlight, stepping into a cold frost; My good face was in the chant of Yi’s emaciation, blurred into a slim figure. Juke up a bunch of stars, and look back on the past of life. Looking back on the fleeting time, you are just a line of poetry with the same bottom of your pen, a deep and shallow sound, knocking at your heart. Yu Jijun said: A Song of red dust, three lives of love and drunkenness, meet in this life, lead in the most beautiful Year of China, love this life. Hold the thought of lovesickness, twist the heart with a flap, feel under the Bodhi tree, meet again in the deep red dust. With a touch of tenderness, there is no regret in this most beautiful year. After traveling all the way, I stumbled and twisted. I wanted to find it at first. My heart shared words and enjoyed it with joy. Happiness doubles, pain is divided into two parts, distress halved to understand each other, is a good comfort, accompanied by invisible, heart and heart to language, soul and soul listening. Mutual complaint, mutual comfort and pain, and mutual communication. Let the most beautiful smile freeze in the depth of the cloud and water, this life is enough! Open the title page of the years and seal this pure and beautiful feeling like water in eternity. The character is affectionate, and the pen is fragrant. Write and copy, also dream and sing. Xu years are quiet, Xu years are safe, and the period is warm. Clinging to a indifferent heart, with a calm mind. The feeling of Sijun is just like a river of spring water. Two drops of lovesickness tears rendered the paper. Looking back at thousands of years, it turned out that you were my soft garrison. The note was so windy that it was red all over the ground. In front of me, the shadow of Daiyu buried flowers flashed, leaving tears and drying up in the wind. In that Cold Moon, there was a pool of Qiuchi. He also remembered Su Shi’s song about wine, raised a glass and invited the bright moon, sighing the geometry of life. That pride, Heart also surging. That piece of withered lotus stung all over the eyes. Cold wind rustling, in the cold moonlight, the lotus is like my thin figure, who Frends, suffering loneliness in the waiting? Did you miss my most prosperous blooming? The wind gradually thinned, the thick fog faded away, and the Lake was on the long pavilion, with a faint shadow. I also remember to snuggle up to the King Pavilion to enjoy the Lotus. I still remember Junyan, if I look beautiful in that pink Lotus, I will be charming and fragrant. The shining light in your eyes is still fresh in your memory. Jun Yinuo, I wish you a heart and a white head will never leave. Since then, no lock cylinder has been allowed for this. Three white jade carving column is still there, Jun Yan is far away, the pulse is affectionate, and the song of the moon cannot be achieved. The wind found the aftersound and shook a pool of autumn water to make the moon shadow. Who knows me? Lonely can not be said, fiber holding the Pavilion Bar, the shadow is withered lotus, empty will write this tender feeling into the heart note. The Moonlight cast a thin cool light in the water. See the flower falling silently into the petal in the pool, swaying in the sparkling boat. Who has crossed me and crossed the river of reincarnation? Who has the paddle? I am at a loss. I am not afraid of being alone. What is God’s injury? With a sound of warblers, Yu Pei was awakened. It was originally a pair. At the moment of determination, do you still hold wear jade thoughts? With a little dark fragrance. A cold case was put aside and the seal was broken. Charming thoughts, nowhere to tell, thousands of years of lovesickness, had made a promise to never leave, falling in love. Think about it, and ask why is the love word? Who solves fate, who knows flower language? I lose weight and miss it when I am fat. Who will roll up long hair for me and who will wear red makeup for me? Who painted my eyebrows for me, and who dyed my cheeks with bright red? Who gives me poetry and listens to me? My whisper, which collar should I be moved? Who will hold hands for thousands of years, and I will always be together? Who can? The ink word is dry, but the heart is wet. The ink is stained with lovesickness, and the pen is written with heavy feelings. The slave family recalls, and the King seeks the old road. The splashed skewers water flowers wet my heart! For example, Chiang-Nan misty rain, those endless poems, calligraphy and painting, those promises, those once sweet intersection, engraved with the traces of time. In the long autumn, if you have a good drink, you may be so drunk. You should not be sad or cry. You should be confused, drunk and thoughtful. The cold rain has not stopped, do you know? The slave family has been watching in the Shushan for years. Lay a plain note, ranking one side for ink slab, flowing a thousand tenderness, missing all kinds of thoughts, fine fiber and ten fingers, holding flowers elegant, only complaining about departure. Read cycle of birth and death, read Snow, Moon, wind, and flower, and write down the dream song for you. A Que of old words with new charm, floating hope, drunk to spend thousands of years. Four gather a REDLEAF piece and write a poem full of lovesickness. I remember your face when I first met you. When you first met, you got drunk in this life and walked along the same road in your dream. When I first met, the small red letter was crazy about ink and sincerity, and it was easy to dial Yao Qin to tell each other true feelings. When I first met, a wisp of autumn wind was sent together with songs, and the peaceful & auspicious was prosperous. First encounter, It seems like a passing year, don’t feel relieved, and share this life together. I once stubbornly thought that the meeting between each other was a real scenery of reincarnation for thousands of years. You walked into my life, into my spiritual pasture, and then lovesickness spread. Give you the sweetest smile, fragrant and beautiful meeting. Quiet time is quiet, willing to speak with the king, elaborate on the long flow of the river, willing to share with the king, enjoy the prosperity, willing to be old with the King. Looking back, maybe we didn’t miss it, and finally we didn’t regret this enamored lovesickness. By sending two leaves to lovesickness! Wish you a heart, white heads are not separated! Silent late autumn, suitable for making a happy note and turning over the past. Jiang Yue rose and fell, and saw the flowers bloom. Thanks. Counting the annual rings carefully, the memory of you walking away in a dusk. Close your eyes and dream is full of Junrong. Pray for your blessing and safety! Wake up in a dream? Where did you go again? If life is just like the first sight, but the painting Fan Long laments that through thousands of years, who has lost this love? Who wrote the quque seal? Who fixed a lonely time? Who embraced sadness? Looking at the falling flowers, the incense “memory of Qin ‘E” fell all over the ground, and the cosine sound fell without trace. There is no trace of Fang, Xu Zhu smoke, and the banquet is covered at dusk. The Moss marks are getting old and sigh of the past. Several rows of geese cross the Green Mountains. Qingshan bi, his eyes hurt the pond Willow, and the water sank.

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