Make flowers under the moon, Hua smirked me obsessively

##Lonely loneliness, at the end of the month, the moment I looked up, you whispered silently, the light moonlight fell, covering the tenderness in my eyes, you didn't say anything, I don't say it, that's it. Silent with each other, sitting quietly, until that day, I never saw the lonely mistakes of your life!

You are Bai Yueguang, which has been hovering for thousands of years in my dream, and the sky -light water shadow, you slowly coming from the twenty -four bridges. Through the Qin and Han dynamic walls, the poems of the Tang and Song dynasties were crowded with the red sleeves of the red sleeves in the long night, and the Qingya lotus ponds were flowing to this day. You like you like a clear Liu on my heart moss, trace around, and make red makeup. I still seem to be a rock, just to support this grand look.

You are the peach blossom fragrance of the soul in the dream soul. After the flowers, the lights are neon before the flowers, and the bustling is full. You come from the 48th incense to sing the song, pass through my millennium lameness, and cross my century -old poems. Entering my long street, short pavilion, short -lived in my life, always connecting my thoughts, rippling on the banks of the Qingshui River, flowing in the mountains and rivers of the blue water, accompanying my lonely flute to the season of that season. God!

Tears sprinkled the river and broke the Naiqiao, and there were no love. Jiu Jiu is in the sky, ask Mingyue, what is the love in the world? Taught people to shed tears and hate. Under the moon, I made a shadow, and I was obsessed with me. I laughed and laughed. If the heart is dead, the heart is dead, and everything is empty.

After the parting, the hate hate was broken, the injury was helpless, and the flowers were sorrowful. How much red dust has passed in the past, how many acacia fades, after all, it is still inevitable that the end of the song is inevitable! And we are destined to have the end of the world! Yixuan is suspended, why is the moon desolate? The autumn wind is cool, the beginning of coolness, tears full of tears, where is the drunk acacia?

Listening to the wind according to the bamboo, the sound of the sound is like a frost, the leaves are gradually yellow, the yellow is full, and the drunken autumn is drunk. Recalling the dark incense, Yiren dance, holding the sleeve to cover the red face, for love, red face damage, tears condensed into frost, dyed the bridge, and the water of Tianhe was desolate. Ye Shuanghan, the flute's veil, the love of love is desolate, for love, sadness, unforgettable love, but the bridge, Meng Po Tang is difficult to amnesia ...

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