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The teacher had a way to walk, and asked that there was no door to enter the meditation.

The poetry world has a good fortune.

It has never been deleted.

Covering the firewood, who is in Xishan, who is in Xishan, the topic person will not, the empty sentence is later known.

Thousands of poems, and those who know how many people know.

Zen Gate locked Baiyun Township, and the West Lake Water side, the poems do not know the sentence and article.

Shimoto has no heart, and the method is too ridiculous.

I do n’t know about the world, it ’s hard to solve my heart.

Hongchen is separated, where is the world's acacia?

Two makeup, nine times, red dust in April in the world.

If you do n’t lingering, the two feelings are also embarrassed by Huangquan.

In the first look, the west and the west of the two circles, how much sadness and joy in the world paid for the moment.

The sky is two slim, Yunfei Bi Luoyan has a good dream, and how many red dreams in the world have a dream.

I do n’t believe that there is a separate person in the world.

Hongchen has endless love. In a dream in heaven and earth, if Huang Quan is calm.

In the sky, there are no such scenery in the painting of the green mountains on both sides of the strait.

Whose tears are flowing in the two lines, Bi Luo Huangquan hates, and the same dream in the world, where is the red dust looking for gentleness.

Where is the red dust on the world, Bi Luo Huangquan shed tears of Yaotai.

Hongchen Road is long, and if the world can stay together, it is okay for Bi Luo Huangquan.

Bi Luo Caiyun opened, cowherds did not guess, where to find Penglai in heaven and earth.

There are two rounds, there is no cloud and moon for a round, and everything in the world is like this.

I do n’t believe that there is a broken intestine in the world. When I dreamed of Xiaoxiang, Qingtianbi fell into the two lines of Acacia.

Everything is wrong, and there are a few turns in the world in the world.

Looking at the Biluo Yunshu roll, the two acacias are led one line.

The spring breeze brushes the front line of Huangquan, and there is love in the world.

Each party is not desolate, Bi Luo Huangquan clear tears.

A girl in Hongchen, where is not desolate, the two lines of tears Huang Quan hated the intestines.

Two peach blossoms flew, three thousand blue plums have been affectionate since ancient times, who is Mo Wenchen who is the media.

The long -term red dust guest only has this body for the world, and the two sleeves are clear and the atmosphere.

After three patrols, the wine was strong, the laughter was endless, and the red man and the green woman gathered together.

Separate bitterness, thousands of miles of mountains and mountains, there is no words of acacia.

A round of red sunshine is different. The two places are separated from each other. Laughs and cheers spread thousands of miles.

Who is in the dream, the ecstasy of poetry wine is self -pity, and the most separate small characters to send Juan Juan.

Jiulia people hurt alone, and the most bitterness of red and thin and green fertilizer is love.

Separate each other's grief, the red note small characters are speechless, lonely and passionate.

The moon is half -day red, and the separation is different.

The autumn wind sends the inclined sun, and the wine is sorrowful and tears.

The wine enters the lips, full of lips, and the red men and green women are separated from the dreams.

The semi -semi -separation is more emotional, the small words tears, the acacia is speechless and sighs.

Spring style, separation of tears, the words of desire are more timid, a glass of residual wine is sent to the sound.

In a dream of a speechless life, Mo Dao was separated into the full river red.

Shicheng invited Mingyue to lift wine. Looking at the far mountains with the column, red and thin green fertilizer always in the dream soul.

Separation follows the water, blood is dyed with redness, and acacia is speechless.

Red Man Tian, ​​for decades, laughing and laughing invited to sleep on the moon.

One language is affectionate to report the country, three glasses of warm wine mulberry, separated from Mo Dan red bean flower.

When people return, they come into dreams. The candle shadow is drunk.

It has been ten years, and the peach blossoms are still red, and the words are still ashamed to the spring breeze.

Fenglin frost dyed half of the river, and the two places were separated in a dream.

Be speechless, how many hates are invited to invite cup wine, watching light red in the night.

With one pouring, no one speaks two forgotten, the autumn wind is full, and the moon is separated from the passenger uniform.

After the people's relationship gradually separated, when the flowers were lonely, the desire was still unbearable, and a glass of dispensel was like a cup of liquor.

Another year of maple leaf red, separated from the west and east of the two places, acacia is speechless.

She also had a double tears, and the Jiu Lan people were the most painful lovesickness, who was sent with red leaves.

Near the city market, naive and rotten and happy, the world is happy, why Wuling is looking for an old residence.

Where is the return, the stream reflects the oblique Huihui, the dust is far away, and a naive dream flys.

It is the most pleasant, the most pleasant, the most pleasant is the most pleasant.

Mo Dao's true rain was used to use mud, and Taoyuan Mengli Wuling seemed to be a person.

Finding a conscience in the world, where Wuling is looking for, Mo Daochen is a poetic heart.

The light boat does not dye the dust, the breeze and the moon are innocent, and the Taoyuan world Wuling fishing is fishing.

Liu Si Xin, avoiding the world, Mo Dao Tianzhitian Mingyue does not stick to dust.

A cellar of dust, seeing innocence, Taoyuan has a Wuling fishing man.

In the spring, Xueyue does not stick to the dust, and the peach surgery is out of the world, but Wuling fishing.

It is difficult to find Taoyuan guests. Wuling can avoid Qin people.

Wild flowers on the banks of Wuling stream, Taoyuan Wonderland came, Mo Dao was really washed up to Yaotai.

The breeze is not covered with dust, and the green mountains are naive.

Mi Penglai is suspected to be the Wuling Wonderland. The scenery is infinitely good.

Wuling spring is the most pleasant. Xanadu can avoid Qin. Mo Dao is innocently found.

I love the red dust in my life.

Wuling in March, there is no need to ask at the depths of Taoyuan, and look at the sunset.

Where is my home, I vaguely arrived in Jinghua, and I was sent to the crescent.

I am obsessed, and I send acacia, dreaming around the soul, and who knows the end of the horizon.

Yao Yao looked at the sea clouds, and sent away the distance, where is the mountains in the dream.

When I arrived at my house, where the end of the world did not fly, the wind went with the wind, and Wanshui was always him.

Ask Jun what to mess with acacia, but he was still speechless, and he did not know that the turbid wine was difficult to become a poem.

It is difficult to solve the acacia to gather in the head of Juan Juan, and the heart of thousands of words returned.

To the moon, tears, when will the mountains and rivers continue to fate again.

Where is the hometown pass?

It is difficult to complain without sleeping nights.

The Galaxy was another year, and the end of the world was hard to dream, and the thousands of words were returned as soon as possible.

Whoever said that women are not acacia, my Daojun is like the old heart, and it is difficult for the red dust to hate.

When I go south, what is the meaning of thousands of words, there is no day to get together, and it is difficult to hate acacia.

Why do you need to get together and ask the future?

Gathering the Spring and Autumn Period, the past is difficult to stay like a smoke.

Tanabata gathered together to meet the Juan Juan, and the hearts of thousands of words are like me.

There is a fairy mountain here, and the red dust in the clouds is difficult to enter the dream.

There is a difficulty in the city. I do n’t know how to pay it back.

Hugh Yan Bole did not know the year, and sent a thousand miles a day to return.

People were hard to sleep, night Weiyang, woke up to dream of Xiaoxiang.

When I woke up at night, my dream was in my hometown.

It is cold like ice, and the shadow of the wall is scratching. After ten years, I felt Yangzhou's dream, and I woke up to see Luoying.

- Zheng Huixian #Zheng Huixian Guo Guo Xue Art #

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