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Purple Bamboo peach blossom, shadow Guerlain. The dream pulls the strings and the jade flute blows. Breeze night, Cuihu moon. When you step on the moon, you will be a beautiful woman. The fragrance of red twigs, the light yarn covered with light-cut wind, the sorrow of Falling Flowers, the bridge Lan hit the moon, the light makeup Red, a court of shy moon photos, the fragrance of stepping pool, Lanting drunk. Lying on the quilt for a long time, love is like a fool. The moon is full of buildings. Flowers fall and Bloom, geometric sorrow? Gu Ying fleeting year, who depends on the bar? Who will dress up when falling red and pink? Jade face cassock, who is Bodhi? Night falls on West Lake, han yan thin. Yunbanxiyao, boat crossing. Empty Valley Orchid, flower withered. It is as cold as a willow, and the yellow flowers are cool. Who is happy when canhong falls to the ground? Empty if Chengyang, flowers cold. The wind murmured, feeling less. Empty branches and residual Willows, who painted them? Ting Tang Feiyan, who will come? Alone, it is cold at dusk. Alone Shadow Moon, who is rainy? Half of the wall was red, and the words choked. The Cold Moon is bleak, and the dream is colder. It is already lingering and broken. Who will write Qu sorrow as a word? Worry is made of silk, heart is made of jade, ice and snow are cold, dreams are flourishing, love is a promise, and sorrow is dyed. Empty wet pear flower, incense table. Alone clear the shadow, flowers in the water. A pool of chaotic Red, who can relieve the sorrow? A cup of sake, who will raise a toast with you? Wind scissors Double Shadow, who will accompany? Who will accompany you in the deep loneliness? Wet Dream before Flowers, who will shadow the candle with the dawn?. The wind comes to cool, who warms the cold? A word of fireworks, dripping rain. The night is drizzling, and the road is cold. In front of the House, who is beautiful? A piece of fragrant fragrance, empty whispers? Broken is broken dream, no one cares. Only Lin empty city, yellow sand cool. A piece of sad, want to die. Love cuts the cold heart, who will accompany me to drive the cold together? Who will cherish the cold and warm weather? Dark Night, offshore. Alone carrying a touch of love that is unclear and unreasonable. Quietly stepping into the cold wind, walking in the sparse cold streets. Light Sorrow ran mei, incense twist feeling drunk, is by column slip-gu, how many fireworks fall branches? Who knows how many fades can stay in the world for a long time after a prosperity? Forever Blooming beauty and the world? The remaining red is gone, and the last is just a sad look, buried in the end of the world. People only remember the beauty and beauty when the flowers bloom, but after that, the ground is desolate and withered, and it is broken into the wind, the wind, the rain, how many sad songs of beauty, the light songs? If purple is withered, petals will depend on it. The Cold Moon infects, the word is thin and cool, lightly cut, slightly exposed, and the sunset scattered all over the place. My heart is full of sorrow, and I sigh that the fat fireworks flow like water. The beauty is already ice strings, and the Red fragrance is short. The flowers fall on the ground, and the sorrow is red. In a flash, we have been half buried in the loess, only a few flowers left, leaving Jade fragrance, storage? Fragrant, how many beauties are old/? The flowers that led to the burial of Fang soul? Flowers bloom, flowers bloom, sooner or later, how many times is life sad? Step on the dust, dream. The flowers are desolate, the red face is thin, how many flowers die prematurely with sorrow, buried in the world of mortals, the flower bone dust, only a little green red, just for a moment of dyeing and weaving fragrance in the world, isn’t this the sadness that the flowering period is too short? Flowers are sad and painful, with a sigh, the moon is cold, who will pity? Who to fragrant? Who to bing wen? Cold makeup, who will draw a trace of sadness, shallow words? In the cold book of Konglin, the poetic language was painful, and I wrote the exhibition of love. I didn’t know where I was at a loss, and I laughed at the beauty of Yi people? Three thousand sleeves, if the water is full, a pot of ice heart, jade clothes cool. Empty City Wanglou, Green Light wet. Cold pool and clear moon, shadow on the shore. A curtain of dreams is in vain, tears and rain are beautiful, whose heart is broken? How many things in the world of mortals? If you can’t say it clearly, do you love me? Who and who? The long journey in my mind has always been that love words are too heavy and heavy, and dreams are full of love. Who is sad and who is happy? Love in the world is hard, hard, hard to draw bones, hard to draw love.. It is difficult to draw a tear of beauty if you are crazy and sad. Still water falling flowers, collecting bright bones, dropping snow and remaining red, Burying Flowers soul, who knows green mountains, tears and graves? A Song of falling red, wet soul, tears roll vicissitudes, wash Jade bones. Whose sorrow does the ice flower fade? Tears are wet and sad. You are not here, only the cold wind blows wrinkles, and the cold heart is filled with tears. The rain hits the plantain, and the moon is cold. Who will cut the flower shadow and the Red Mansion? Dark incense sunglasses, shy, rain fell, and the strings were chaotic. Dream broken soul, who is broken? Last night, the west wind blew the cold window. There are countless infatuated feelings, who will be dressed? Lonely with cold, wet and rain. Who is the ice spirit for one night? Light Qi Yu lips, for whom red? Point fat cinnabar, for whom? Dance red crossbows. Lonely and silent, who is Chanjuan? The night was cold and the song broke. Empty Love, the wind is not warm. 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