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For a beautiful legend engraved on the stars and the moon, deep in the smoke wave, I set out from the corridor of Xiangge and lifted up the seasonal dress in the world of mortals with the Lotus steps of Shanshan, sitting in the park, I borrowed the rhyme of a new word to see the fine rain falling slowly. The melancholy mood and the wings of missing render the long time and the gentle feelings of ripples. In some lingering and cold hearts, I am a nostalgic woman after all, often in the years, I remembered those old dreams of a light of clear Dew, two taels of White Frost and three taels of Moonlight. I always like to watch you so quietly, let the wind from afar lift the care of the clothes corner, and pour out the youth of this life. If you are well, it will be sunny. Recalling the past years, that clear encounter, that gentle hand in hand, that affectionate smile, always engraved in the depth of time, warm my thin and cool heart, it turns out that I like a person, it was so simple, with a few words showing the tenderness of the intestines and a smile, it would be wasted all day long. At the end of the year, I haven’t forgotten it. Deep in my memory, there is always a colorfast time, spreading over the branches of the season, singing repeatedly in the years. The murmur and oath, the lingering and romance of the past always grow gently in the traces of ink painting. Recalling the season when the heart flower starts to bloom, half of it is pain, and the other is sad notes, those deep-hearted yellow, those sentimental thoughts, and those affectionate and leisurely eyes, my heart was messed up and my heart was wet. In the hazy autumn season, the air was filled with slight sadness. Everything seemed to have changed because of you, all have become a different fragrance. Even through the small window of time, you can still see your face, which is still so clear and so clear. The wind of fleeting years crumpled the ripples in my heart. I miss you in the lonely words. I miss you in the sleepless long night. On the road of time, I wish that this warm feeling will live forever in the long river of life. How many throbs and thoughts are coming in the wind. It turns out that if you like a person, it is not necessarily a long watch with your hands, but also a watch across the mountains and water. With one heart and two idle talks, this poetic Park is bound with the most beautiful dreamy love in my heart. I read your shadow carefully with the most gentle waiting, with a bright posture, I will give you a wisp of warm fragrance, hold your hand and smile at the years. Even if happiness is only a short stay, I am willing to give you a lifetime of tenderness and sketch the appearance you first met. Time is filled with love because of your appearance, and beautiful as poetry because of your companionship. I am willing to take off my pride for you. In this life, I will only lower my eyebrows for you and make up for you. Life is a blooming flower as well as a falling flower. Through the time of the world of mortals and in the golden years, I am still the woman who likes words and loves you most. I am still studying a pool of ink incense and writing a piece of love. Put Qinghuan in the heart of the brow, let the past like smoke as light ink, graceful and restrained into a moving love painting, in the dream of the fragrance of flowers and clouds, embellished the steps ahead, warm the beauty of life. You are there, I am still there, and the most beautiful understanding is also there! Second, the details of autumn in “this autumn is like last year” make me feel a little trance. I tried hard to think about the autumn of last year and the summer of last year. I met you. In the late autumn of last year, Chongyang was silent and understood each other. In this autumn of this year, each of them is at the end of the world, but there is always a dim coolness, which seems to be colder earlier than before. Perhaps heart cold! Probably because of autumn, the feeling of season is always withered, and flowers and leaves are no exception. Although it was once brilliant, it was always like a beauty at dusk. The curtain call was also flustered and there was no way. When I think of flowers, there is always a little anxiety. No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they are also cool. In tea smoke and Zen sound, touch is plain and cool. In late autumn, osmanthus flowers bloom all over the trees, and small osmanthus falls into the clear pool, which is lonely and moving. Small flowers are clear, like famous incense, like guqin. When you are at leisure, you like to be alone, sitting in the corner, secretly like the faint fragrance, low eyebrows or smile time Corner, deep in the season, fallen leaves are dyed into a layer of gold with pain, which is the most rare and painful. Who can still hurt the flashy present? -Style gradually cool. Today, in Chongyang, Wild Goose characters are in line. Autumn color autumn rhyme, a little bit, falling into the heart of fallen leaves floating and floating, how beautiful it is, how melancholy it is, just like love, how beautiful it is, how melancholy it is. Spring flowers and autumn moon can’t reach, the world is like chess, and the world of mortals is cool and thin. The mountains and rivers are mighty, whether love is already, love is not said, it is wrong to say it, third, “fragrance dyed heart ink” has been looking, looking for the plain and clean place where the soul can be placed, you can read, write, Miss, forget when you get up, and always like to walk on the park path alone and quietly, listening to the voice of nature, I always like to sit quietly in front of the window, brew a cup of scented tea, watch the smoke and rain in the window, and enjoy the bitter and happy years. Then, in a quiet midnight, use this beautiful square word to write down the story with you, a little touched, a memory, a mood. If you understand my deep love, I am pleased. It has nothing to do with the wind and moon, but now I just want to talk to myself. The world of mortals is numerous and complicated, and the time is cool. For nearly a year, there is no room for renewal, but it is quiet. Thanks to those friends who never give up and have never met before, they still want to live quietly, which is fresh in their memory, maybe it’s just because I’m tired and close my heart. I wish you are well and still waiting behind me. You are, I am, and I know how to draw now. Practicing calligraphy has spent me a lot of time and enriched myself, I just want my heart to calm down and not be blinded by the flashy things. I am just an ordinary vulgar. I just want to return to the simplicity of life with a simple heart, to be that simple and quiet woman, to stay alone in the pure sky with a slight smile in the quiet time in the world of mortals, look lightly at the happiness of the clouds in the sky. I still like the simple and pure days, where there is a room to live in, with a beacon lighting up, putting a cup of fine tea, reading my favorite books, listening to my favorite songs, doing what you like to do is like this. The peaceful days will also breed a little quiet, a little warm, and warm beauty of life. According to the fragrance of calligraphy and painting, there is a tranquil heart that has nothing to do with the world. In the exquisite years, I also stopped in a hurry and panic occasionally to feel the clear breath of nature. Then, listen to the gurgling stream, smelling birds and flowers. In the hustle and bustle, I am sober and calm. Life is so quiet! IV. I don’t know whether it is the fragrance of flowers in the wind or the scene of strolling with you in the park in the dream of red cherry and green plantain, so easily my mind expose, that 1.1 drops of outline, word level Love sign-in, always feel in the autumn wind Laurel, is a look of demure, glowing first met beauty, compared with the four eyes, that kind of amazement and delight is just like going back to the beginning when I met you at the beginning. Just a glowing glance makes me intoxicated in the transformation of truth and illusion, don’t know return. After passing by, the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds gather together. Does my pen and ink hook your past, or did you sing and wrinkle my sadness? The romantic feelings of Tang and Song Dynasty added some tenderness and cold charm to my normal days. Maybe I walked alone for too long, but it was a little thin and cool. Once upon a time, those who said good were not separated, and finally there was nothing to say. They were all at the end of the world and made some love dearly. They just missed each other like this. They really wanted to be a peach blossom, which only opened in your heart and was, just to find a love between the Earth and the Earth. Flowers have flower language, and people have deep feelings. In fact, whether you come or not is in my heart. Ruoke, let me be a poet, leaning against the small window, reading your smile and the test written by the years in the rainy afternoon and under the clear moon, in a cool way, I can see many encounters in my life when layers of flowers and shadows bloom under the moon, which are long-lasting love and beauty, such as the encounter between winter and snowflakes, such as the flowers in autumn and the full moon, such as the tree blooming in spring. Just like the Book of Tang and Song poems that people read repeatedly, for thousands of years, it has been elegant, graceful, soft and consistent. Ruoke, please live in my small words, even if the world is so noisy, I promise you a quiet. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, plant red beans of lovesickness for you. The moon is short of full moon. Those words that have been said to you are my shallow heart words, those poems written for you, I use time, read it over and over again. There is no willow on the moon, and no one has an appointment after dusk. You live in my words like this until you get old. Do you think so? Smoke clouds, sun and moon, pink and black spring and autumn, take a wisp of breeze, travel through time, watch the city called missing. In fact, I can’t touch the truth that you have been here for a long time. If the past was just a hangover, who did you wear red makeup for that clear rainy season? Even if, I am just a youth on the ancient eaves of your time, looking back at the sky, I can always pick up a light blue, that is me, hidden in the bottom of my heart, under the sun, you can pull out a piece of bright, just like you, warm eyes, a glance, Millennium. Leaning alone, leaning alone in the long bar, thoughts, thoughts v. “flourishing, light moon osmanthus” The yard osmanthus blossoms are full of branches, picked up a few branches and inserted in the bottle, the fragrance of fragrance surrounded the whole room, the red dust is light, window moon. That distant mind became more and more hazy in the dusk. When the clear moonlight was blown out of coolness by the night wind, the sad Earth began to sink, much like my heart. I know that this season is not suitable for missing and forgetting. As if it was a dream, in front of the three thousand osmanthus, I was no longer a woman walking on the ink painting, no longer collecting the moonlight in the courtyard, no longer remembering the past of fragrance, I just want to grow old gracefully under the moon of osmanthus. The melancholy of the past has become the memory of today. Don’t ask, how many shades of fate can a small celadon tea bowl contain? Don’t ask a spring peach, and find out who’s window. Having tasted the fragrance of flowers and clouds, we know that the past like peach in life has already poured into clouds and smoke, leaving only a small fragrance of heart, which is quiet and silent in celadon. 1.1 drops of outline, word level Love sign-in, I don’t know what is in the wind flowers, or courtyard of Moon, so easily my mind expose, flowers General, I was looking at the moon by leaning against the window, and the wind blowing away my thoughts in the quiet night. I don’t know why I remembered the scene when I first met you, the fleeting time of red cherry and green plantain seemed to be a lost dream, in the blossom of flowers, let a curtain of hard work amazed, dyed a picturesque appearance, in the flat and narrow breeze, the wind and the moon are dazzling

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