We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
Jade takes its firmness and its purity.
Shoot it from beginning to end.
Queqiaoxian (Qin Song Pass)
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind. -He Rongruo's Magnolia Order is as graceful and impressive as Youlong. The sunset on the city draws a corner mourning, and Shen Yuan is not revived; Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo. -Lu You's Shen Yuan is a wild goose, Ye Hong. "The Wind and Butterfly Make Up" [1] Contemporary Huang Jingyuan lives in the east of Wan Li and lives alone in the dome bridge. Cangshan cloud locks and fog is dignified. A few silk fly rain sorrow, flowers fall red. There was a sound of shock and excitement. Laughter, heart, sword blood, Changhong. Across three thousand miles, the wind has moved! Flowers like flowers seek peace, and light clouds and flowing water spend this life. Disdaining human rouge powder, she has now become a green grave in the dusk. Peach blossoms chase the young flowers down, and the flowers are like brocade and soft.
Colorful peach blossom notes, flowers like brocade are dedicated to Jun Yan.
Peach blossoms are shallow and deep, and the flowers are like make it mine. Suddenly I saw peach blossoms all over the sky, full of flowers. Looking back, I cried a thousand times when I left you. Peach blossoms fall and fall, hurting parting. I don't know when we will meet again.
Suddenly, I heard the peach blossom raining and the sky was falling. Seeing a hundred flowers blossom, acacia is silent and melancholy. Beauty stays every year, sad and desolate. How do you know where your old friend is going?