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1, ask you, you know I hate to send heartbroken, gray door, wandering on the edge of love and pain.

2. My dream lingers in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, my feelings stay in the rainy lane in the south of the Yangtze River, and the streets with apricot flowers and misty rain are filled with a fragrance of shelter from the rain. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I set out from Song Yuli, tang style, and walked gently into my paradise.

3. Just because I smile at the direction you are coming from doesn't mean I am happy. Sleepless nights, fragrant flowers are tender feelings for shadows.

4. The drizzle washes the clear voice of emotion, treads tiny steps, dyes the halo into transparent running water in the cool autumn wind, washes away fatigue and dust along the way, and looks forward to it for a long time, taking root in people's calm hearts and waiting for the next sunny day. ...

5, the spring flowers are brilliant, and the new branches are beautiful. Luoyang Peach Blossom, paved with Wan Li Road, is as far away as rouge snow. Castle Peak Road is hidden and the water is far away. May Luzhou get off the bridge on the moon and the wind send the harp off. I only know that time is like a knife and prosperity is like a shuttle.

6. Think about it. In the cold winter, memory is frozen into a painting, which no longer melts with time, or condenses into jade and is held in the palm of your hand. The garden of memory, full of flowers, never fades, the fragrance of years.

7. Make a cup of green tea and concentrate on quiet products in front of the window. Bitter with sweet, warm as spring leaves, I can't say that kind of mood. The fragrance of tea lingers along the smoke and dances in the wind.

8. You seem to be in a mountain stream, and the water is boundless. You gently call, knock down your sadness, and the earth turns blue slightly.

9. Ordinary me, lonely me, blowing the wind alone on the towering cliff. Like an eagle with broken wings, eager to soar.

10, get up, look up, the sadness in the brow has entered the fundus. Faint wine fragrance, wantonly intoxicated, steamed dizzy cheeks, purples. Long lanshan,

1 1, a thousand-year-old love song, a thousand-year-old world of mortals, impetuous, endless brocade.

12, gentle spring, bright eyes, sent eyes, the frozen lake melted, the mirror-like lake in Ceng Jing was broken, and thousands of waves rippled with the warm wind. Blue waves are light, tourists are woven, and boats are light.

13, the breeze in Xu Lai, drizzling, the wind singing in my hometown, several times of rain, a song with Yun Fei, across the floating world, missing a thin face.

14, I forgot how long I was absent and how many windows I wandered around. When I look back at your cold face, my heart froze, which is better than freezing for thousands of years, as if I don't understand the poison of love. I tried to escape, but I got deeper and deeper. With you alone in the lonely night, the Forbidden City becomes brightly lit and no longer lonely.

15, the past is like the wind, taking away the flower-like youth and blowing away the clouds all over the sky. What is lost can never be found back; What flows away becomes the past in life. When all the ups and downs are calm, I face the rest of my life calmly and calmly.

16, curving a graceful heartstring, has an indescribable beauty of sadness, and expresses the melody of "Becoming a Butterfly" floating in the air, with clear voice and long rhyme.

17, through the vines by the lace window, I isolated myself from the world, clear, quiet and happy, and my heart was finally trapped in the west wind with curtains. I want to say it.

18, there are plenty of fish in the sea, clouds are above, and rosy clouds are still there. With a sigh of relief, Iraqis have no worries. Colorful clothes are sloppy and watery. Suyun gently covered the head of the moon, old branches and new buds, and the shadow of Hua Gong's past. Read it several times, untitled, untitled, but it's already in the book!

19, the sky is getting dark and the air is getting cold, but it can't cool the lovesickness. Deep-rooted lovesickness fades with the night, and life is hopeless. Why is it hard to die? It's just that if I die, who else will love you like me?

20. Years, quietly holding the rainy season: a cup of faint fragrant tea, quietly reading a distant scroll, a person intoxicated.