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Whispering in the sky, the sky is full of stars.

Vague memories, yearning for Mrs. filar silk.

Don't say it's raining, but pray for the wind, which won't blow the goose to anyone.

Don't say snow, but ask for frost, and the frost falls without a trace.

It's all wind and frost.

If you don't remember the past, you are afraid of spring, and the spring water is clean.

I don't remember the Ming Dynasty, but I have a dream. My dream and my desire are at peace.

Full of meditation ...

Sporadic rainy season, the rain does not listen to the sound of the wind.

Whispering to the wind, the wind doesn't talk to Ke Bai Soong Ching.

Spring comes after summer, and autumn comes after winter.

Rain and snow, snow and rain.

After a storm comes a calm, spring and summer are over.

Bloom, month by month.

Crispy and majestic, autumn and winter have passed.

Especially when the leaves are gone, the frost dances wildly-snow will never be gentle. ...

Flowers fall, flowers fall, flowers fall.

Bloom, Hualuo, Hua Wuque.

Love, fate, stay but not send.

Dawn, love and tears.

Scar, scar, scar game.

The fate of heaven, the ethereal life.

When the geese go, the leaves return to their roots.

Look up, flowers fall and stay in the world?

Look down, it's dawn, and the marks are gone!

The deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night. ...

Time flies, regardless of the sun and the moon ...

Flowers fall, flowers fall.

Day hurts night, and night hurts day.

Immortals' original sins are particularly good, and each other's wounds are built on each other?

Who can close the lament, the illusion of the wind has been abandoned.

Cinnamon leaf

No point of return, the wind is faint.

Unfortunately, no one is looking for it.

Bodhi tree, the flowers are beautiful.

Especially remember the feelings of the soul.

The wind is only a remnant, and it died when it was blue.

Ye Yifan, how can you look back with indifference?

The moonlight is full of joy.

Maple signs drift, although they go to pass.

Spiritual dance is also spiritual in rainy season.

Where is the affection?

Passed away, no chance to be born.

Note that bamboo shoots have no knots.

Brahma, not necessarily lost?

China dance is responsive!

Look, fallen leaves return to their roots.

Look, everything is still in spring. ...

If it doesn't hinder the emergence of youth, then explain it.

Millennium blowing in the wind, the hero of misty mountains and rivers is still there.

Only forgetting-the sad song of little people!

Xuexunhua

As promised, Xue Rou Chihiro China without que.

Bustling, the last curtain is rosy.

Desolation has become everything, so what's the point of sadness?

Have disturbed, water element in China.

Pray for the cloud, it will disappear at any time.

The star is tired.

It's raining, sighing and swaying.

Pour faith.

Bloom, Hualuo.

Who is wrong when cherry millet falls?

Fate, fate.

Dance lightly and fly over the gods!

Looking for flowers and asking about snow, scratching your head.

Yuan Ye, when will the original sin be solved?

A thousand years later, the flower Xie Xue falls-Flower language: Snow is not gentle. ...

Sad and full of moonlight

Full moon, clear night.

People in deep dreams have no feelings for themselves.

The warbler is still in my heart.

God relaxes the soul like a demon.

As soon as the song was over, the people dispersed. ...

The wind stopped and the shadows stopped moaning.

Rain and flood ...

Li feiyun

When the flute sounds, the pipa is chaotic. Looking at the leaves of the wood, the meteor falls!

At the end of sadness, people are suffering, crashing into the sky and burning the sky!

Tears are confused, and it is difficult to retreat with a sigh!

Purgatory, maple mark, moon shadow, oblique vertical crack ...

An opportunity without injury, a broken heart-only the full moon is lonely ...

Yun shui quan Shi

Origin, fate ...

Thoughts spread and leave the grass.

Soul arrives, soul splits. ...

Disconnect, sweep!

Bloom moment, xin language not empty blade.

When it was full of plants, the pine tree was unhappy and confided.

A child is silent, but his heart is warm and carefree.

Listen to the rain, it's pouring down.

Think about it, Wen Shu's marriage.

The child was silent and pity was beyond words.

Stone scripture, melting spring and freezing order.

If you say so, La Xuan will be delighted!

Clouds are gathering. ...

Flowing clouds, where is the heart of Tianhua water curtain?

Long Yin west building ...

Go for a job and regret it!

Alas, the name of the world is love.

The wind is singing, and a thousand Asian tears are traveling.

Solas

Empty Zhong Jia, the autumn moon mourns the phoenix.

Fashion and elegance, singing at night.

Jibu, the desert is full of flames and yellow sand.

The wood was destroyed, the evil spirit fell, and the battery was suddenly lifted.

Ode of spirit and worry, roaming the world.

Dream, melancholy autumn dusk.

Attack, citrus reticulata waves to find flowers.

The misty fairy road mourns the mountains.

Where can I find my melancholy dreams in the past?

Point to the water curtain and go home!

Ziwuyu

The child was silent, and no one noticed the mark.

The son said nothing and was sealed in the world.

The child was silent, and the fog cast a dense light.

The son is silent, and the sleepover has been abandoned. ...

Sleepless people on the moon

The moon is full and the sky is desert, so you can know the porch of the vault.

Fell to the ground, silently listening to the rain and smoke.

Alarming the story of losing Sim, clouds of sand touched ten thousand people.

Clear smoke around this deep, when the solution sleepless. ...

The wind has been wrong.

The rain falls on the heart and is fashionable and elegant.

At the end of the song, the sound of the earthquake is loose.

Whispering to the stars, singing on the tower,

Have you ever been lovelorn and found a way?

Listening to the rain and the romantic song

When the sun brightens, the moon becomes auspicious.

Cold heart, stealing the door wall.

Sporadic seasons, no words and no snow.

As soon as I got close, I went to Amano.

Maple scar was coaxed, and the waves were surprised by Song Mei.

Pedestrians hurried on, but forgot to listen to the rain and wind. ...

troubled times

Confusion in troubled times, why were you born?

Why is there so little hope in the sky?

Why do you feel sad when you cry very sad?

The feeling of the world is great, why fight?

Moling language

Mo Yu Ling, it's not the sky and the beach that are misty.

Moling language, ghosts cry Wolong eight flowers.

Moling language, a Chinese odyssey is unique.

Moling language, like water without trace, the moon collapses.

Listen to the rain again

Listen to the rain and pay attention to the moonlight.

Listen to the rain again, and the light will fall into the dream.

Listen to the rain again, fog and wind will be very important.

Listen to the rain again, the sky will fall and the stars will go out.

Xinyu morning news

It rained one after another, and the sun was silent in the evening.

Winter goes and spring comes, I wonder if honey words are true or false?

The affection that blocked everything finally became a secret that could not be said.

Do you really feel comfortable? I want to say I'm sorry, but the other person is dead.

Rain and snow, snow and rain.

Fallen leaves become everyone's language, listening to the sound of rain, and arriving in Xue Rou with the wind.

Is the miracle coincidence or fate?

The gentle breathing in the rain brought some hope.

The news that came with the wind took away many thoughts.

Nobody understands, nobody knows. ...

But I began to miss it slowly, but I slowly realized my love.

It has not been decided whether to go left or right.

Whether thinking back and forth about the step you took or the step you took with the wind.

Believe it or not, fate is really a prank!

Maple leaves fluttered and leaves fell.

The marks are blurred and flying.

The moon is silent.

The shadows are brilliant, and they all disappear. ...

I don't know whether it is raining or snowing in the frosty sky.

Not as good as rain, nor as white as snow.

It is not as wet as rain, nor as cold as snow.

Do you know a secret that you can't tell?

Rain is actually a pleasant love story, just like snow is the beginning of romance.

Purple Paradise-Frost Dance

Light blue, looking forward to a melancholy tomorrow.

Pale yellow. I was shaking when I left yesterday.

It's hard to know day after day, isn't it dangerous?

Many people in the world are happy friends.

Year after year, I began to learn from my thoughts.

Lonely, Jude Yanya?

Dream-start today, don't end today.

Memories-finally now, not now.

Light blue and light yellow ...

Gently purple in accordance with the blue heart elegant. ...

Listen to the rain and snow. ...

The long butterfly dance is like ice ...

Chaos-sanctions must be from beginning to end.

Worry-everything begins with silence.

China's dance alone, the tears of the past turned the Vatican into a flame.

Window of heaven, the snow in the corner has turned into purple frost!

The tragedy of little people

Fantasy belongs to heaven, and the wind sings.

Spread a thousand words, it's raining.

Shake in the snow, origin.

Sui Sui Peng scattered, mysterious.

Natural disasters, ghosts.

When people are in trouble, they lose everything.

In troubled times, heroes scattered all over the sky.

As the sun sets, the edge of the weapon world is in trouble.

find ...

What can I say when my dream is lost?

sing ...

If you collapse, you will know that Fan is pitiful to Qi.

A day, a year, a lifetime. ...

Sadness is little known, and spiritual dance is also spiritual.

Past life, present life, afterlife ...

How can you understand sadness? Love is universal!

No temple destroys the spring, but the edge destroys it.

A hidden plot

This is the world.

The world cannot be changed. ...

Everything should be quiet in its own corner.

However, because of people's curiosity, they went where I shouldn't have gone. ...

The same is common, the difference is only a little difference.

Let everything be quiet in your corner, and don't walk past it with curiosity.

Because, once you walk past, everything will return to its original ugly appearance.

Because, once you walk past, you will find a hidden plot. ...

Conspiracy is often hidden in unknown corners.

Reality may be lost after being covered up and explained.

The only certainty is that there is a truth that is universal. ...

Crimson flower fog

The cold wind blew through the deserted canyon, but the faint fragrance touched the dream.

The misty vilen forgot the glass of moonlight and only heard the sound of the breeze in the distance.

A faint gaze, a faint breath ...

Crimson fans are like flying flowers, leading the sunshine scattered in Yuan Ye and fading away the magic fog.

Look back gently and see how the lingering flowers bloom brilliantly. ...

Haggard or upset, all this is true.

Helpless or give up.

As long as the fog clears, flowers will lead the romantic bloom of the whole spring. ...

The first second of the future

I wonder if anyone will remember the next second. ...

In that vicissitudes and gorgeous past, there has always been an unfinished sentence.

I have been looking forward to it, but I can't find how to continue.

I wonder if anyone will remember the next second. ...

In that misty and passionate future, there has always been an unfinished sentence.

Waiting forever, but I don't know how to speak.

In the next second, I wonder if anyone will find out. ...

In that ancient and simple age, youth is finally gone forever. ...

Pity and sigh

When people come back from winter, lilies that have been forgotten for a long time will still grow alone in that valley.

However, no one remembers those who passed by, and those who passed by.

It seems that someone promised to walk up that beautiful mountain road with someone.

It seems that someone promised to be with someone, on that snowy winter night.

All the happiness is gone. Which second in this memory belongs to eternity?

All the joys and sorrows have turned to ashes. Which road can reach the real destination in this world?

Despair and hope

The road of life has come a long way.

Although I walked for a long time, I still couldn't see the beautiful scenery.

People's hearts are very painful and desperate because they can't see beautiful scenery.

A ship without sails, a bird without wings, and a kite with a broken line are all better than death.

However, after despair, hope was born. ...

A ship without sails can still drift on the sea.

Birds without wings can still sing on land.

A broken kite can still fly in the sky.

Unfortunately, this desperate hope is not the real ending.

People had a desperate hope, but somehow stopped.

In the end, people still have to go to despair with hope. ...

Lily listened to the rain.

Maple leaves toss and turn, and lilies bloom the same color.

Dewdrops hang low, passers-by are happy, and when listening to the rain, they will envy ghosts and gods.

Hong Fei zhi Xin

The water and mountains show strange stones, and the beauty inside is unobstructed.

In the past, Hong Fei shed tears, but now he is more homesick.

Crucial frost is better than snow. Spring flowers turn into autumn fruits at night.

Water flows in from the ancient peak. Who do you run for? Who do you know?

Tears of flowers

Listening to the rain, the sun is shining, which is gratifying, and the breeze is too bright.

At the end of the song, the heart is beautiful and green, and the lotus pond is full of tears. ...

Rain is innocent.

Fog and chardonnay fall, and Wan Li geese and finches pass through the clear sky.

Lonely desert, fate is wrong?

Hurt tears, innocent in the rain at night.

How many times have you been drunk in your life?

Drift and fall

When will the full moon last? Looking at the earth from a distance.

I didn't know about the Tiangong and Qian Qian's message.

I want to go home with the wind, but I'm afraid of becoming a fairy.

The butterfly dance marks the night shadow, floating and uninhabited. ...

Lonely night

Dance with the wind and see softness. Staring at the night snow by the window.

I look back now. Experienced a lifetime of sadness.

Worried about rain and fog, Fangshang Gu. You Yan went to find master leng.

There is no turning back, just rush in. The moon is full of sorrow.

Recall with the wind

The cherry blossom golden moon is unknown, and the past is fluttering reeds.

It's unbearable to look back at the night when you know the wind of the bronze sparrow.

You are still beautiful, but your hair is loose and your face has changed.

Why are you worried tonight? The hazy spring water is gentle. ...

Life in troubled times

There are thousands of pine trees, but they still don't return.

Wan Li households in Pingsha, where do birds live?

I hunted for a long time, and the morning glow fell into the night.

Living in a paradise, desolate and green fog. ...

seek

The maple forest is already sad, and the autumn water flows through the trees.

After I resigned, I was sad and cold, but I saw mountains and clouds. ...

dawn

The wind sings and the rain falls and dyes the flowers, and the green willow building in Qingjiang River wakes up at night.

At the beautiful dawn of Shuixiu Mountain, Mingxia watches Fengxiang Terrace.

Summer solstice

The carefree days are coming to the world, and the jade moon and star city are misty and rainy.

The downpour is full of fruits, fresh fruits, and summer gets along with thousands of things.

But listen to the bright moon, lotus dew * * * crown bamboo risks.

If you ask if the world has ever seen it, it's only May Day.

Fei Miao Sha Fei

Snow is silent, frost flowers are smart, and green leaves are full moon.

Wind and rain follow fate, who knows the fog and sand in the Ming Dynasty?

Maple Leaf and Moon Shadow-Destiny

Looking up at the sky from the maple, the moon shadow has been swaying for thousands of years.

If you don't love the world of mortals, how can you remember the tears today and tomorrow?

destiny

Bloom, Hualuo, Hua Wuque.

Love, fate, stay but not send.

The so-called fate is the path set by God.

The so-called fate is the fog of confusion.

The so-called fate is the pillar of the spirit.

The so-called fate is an ethereal place.

Fate! Invisible and intangible, but it does exist.

Fate! I can't guess, I can't figure it out, but I still March.

Only by letting nature take its course can we understand the true meaning of life.

Let nature take its course, and you can grasp the fate of the weather!

The ethereal sky is full of Hua Cuo, and the sword cuts the demon and rides the wind.

Get everything, be honest with me!

When the maple falls at night, the spirit is Hua Cuo, and the purple language is charming.

Dimly discernible full moon heart, evil hope destiny!

The moon is illusory, and so is the morning.

Smoke and smoke follow dreams to find stars, and the world is always in dispute.

Flowers fall, sounds fall.

Night after night, the autumn wind flies, and meeting has become a follow-up.

Catkin flies like smoke, and dreams are light.

It rustled, and stars, fog, dust, frost flowers and bright moon all floated up.

Gone with the wind, the leaves fell into the nest.