w.haolusi.com No one in my heart writes lightly about the fragrance of lavender, holding hands and singing in the clear wind, leaving the city in ruins. Wearing red makeup, lighting old candles, and cherishing memories and happiness. [Meeting has become a stranger] Refusing to let go of helpless gods and songs, falling feathers have become frosty. Because of love time, I forget my old heart. A broken paper umbrella in Jiangnan, how can I understand the night? The black cherry blossom feathers are broken in the daytime, and the cold sound of the year floats in the middle of summer. Yi Ling, Mo An's eyebrows and eyes hide the mountains and rivers, waking up like a dream with nothing lost. Clear sky, not blue sea, deep smoke and rain, rivers and lakes dream; Replace dependence with silence. Late Summerζ Smoke and rain, longing reignites, loneliness becomes addictive. Pour a glass of sake, old times with a gentle breeze, dawn in the city, persistence, summer with trees and long youth. Between my eyebrows, cinnabar silently writes about your tender love in the twilight. My lover, Beikui, is warm and determined. I will never waver. I will only smile for my lover for ten miles. Therefore, I am pure and happy, bloodthirsty, and frozen in silence. A season of flowers blooms, and the forest leaves nine; The moonlight is as bright as a flower; Separation does not mean breaking up in the virtual world, pain and respect for the years with bare hands, as bright as the beginning. At the entrance of the village, the west cool flowers, dreams, ink, elegance, and a smile in the palm of the hand are neither seen nor read; Greed for the twilight is still a dream. Autumn frost, shallow moon, flowing songs, you accidentally stumble into my heart. Looking back, I heard the sighs of the emperor, the green gardenia on the south bank of the fragrant Chinese toon forest, the flowing years of the desert, and the shivers of the cold and sorrow. The paper kite and the gardenia kiss you with the wind. The sadness is greater than the death of the heart. The mountains have trees, and I have the intention to no longer let my dreams wither! Sweet and fragrant, a thousand cups of wind and moon, drunk shallow eyebrows, pink and Daisy, pointing to this, saying that pain and no dreams are for An Gudao, Mi Yin, Fan Chen, and red dreams, so Sheng complains of leaving a song. A song of Sheng Song, peppermint light, when I was young, I laughed to see a person wearing red makeup, sighing in the air, flower language meaning ten miles of peach blossoms, shallow memories. Dreams are slightly cool, my heart secretly allows no one to know. The broken smoke in the empty courtyard stops at the eyebrows and eyes, only for you to look back. Dreams are broken, longing is short, bumpy, poor, and foolish like snow, cherry blossom grass; The wine in Beicheng is too sweet, and you suffer too much. Life is so lacking. It seems like an old friend. Half of my face is red, and ink stains my tears. A strand of green silk wraps around the fine dust. Half of the summer, I slightly hurt my fingertips. - Sad and desolate life, I will eventually disappoint