Tears rain into tears, cinnabar point Blood

In that life, you were Bodhi, I was the red dust, and the bright moon came out of the sky just for your smile; In this life, you were the Emperor, and I broke my love and smoke Lane, tears became the rain, and cinnabar was dyed JS. Inscription: broken cliff, tears streaming down, the peach blossom is lonely and prosperous; The fingertip flies to the strings, and the rock stole the stone. The fall of the land was charming, and the painting fan was charming. After the curtain ended, only the shadow was infatuated. Bright mirror point sand, plain brocade green silk, traditional stringed and woodwind instrument hoarse; Green sound, less Wuling the male phoenix pursui thought. Hua Yi was in a mess of eyes, and the veil was dropped casually. He sighed downstairs and turned red on his cheeks. Holding the piano and leaning against the window, the wind danced to his forehead and lost flowing color, and the time passed. Nine-weight pagoda, King of the world. Without the elegance of winning snow in white clothes, without the flowers buried in front of the court, the moonlight was full, and Zhaoyi was lying on the dragon bed. The sandalwood was not destroyed, and how many fragrant Zhu gauze were buried. Can you recall, the first encounter on the edge of fresh water, a glimpse of a distant world; Can you recall, after Lin gaoxiao folded branches, peach rain flying and messy mood; Can you recall, under the desert moon, afterglow to shadow, the gallop of the horse raced through the stars; Could you recall that the arrow flying before the war hit your chest, broke into the furrow, picked the snow lotus on the other shore, just to save you; Could you recall that at the beginning of the red makeup, long married Nanqi, just want to help you unify your neighbors; Can you remember, remember. Lost too much, just once? On that day, you said, when the world is stable, you will accompany me to see the long flow of water. However, the peach blossoms are blooming all over the ground, and they are still alone. Quit the broken cliff, broken love Smoke Lane. I have beheaded my past life, and my thoughts in this life should be all over the world, and my unique world should be amazed by the world. Simple hand stroking, Willow waist and song. Forget the sadness of tea, forget the noisy peach sword rain, forget the oath of dissipating the wind, and forget the lingering under the red tent. In this world, I am only for myself. Buried himself on the edge of the fresh water I first met, the world only knew that the Queen of Southern Qi in the former dynasty was on his way to Beijing, and Xiang Xiaoxiao was damaged. Peach blossoms fell all over the ground in front of the tomb of North hope. Touch cinnabar and indulge in drunkenness. The world fell in love with her enchanting smile. The mandalas still opened in the night caught the soul. She became an incomparable woman, graceful dancing, and green dancing around the beam. I thought that I lost myself in this way and gave up the red dust in the fog. But I was wrong. The bright moon is bright, and tears are raining; The scroll is stranded, which is hard to describe; The snow hairpin is cold for painted screen. The lonely lamp had no sleep. After all, it turned white and blue silk in front of the temples, which made it extremely sad and beautiful. I can’t do it, I can’t completely abandon the front dust, just because my complex is too deep, too stupid, too let people shed tears. Leave alone again and come to the edge of fresh water. In front of the tomb of northward, there stood a man in white and snow, touching the name on the tombstone, drawing horizontally, deep and shallow. The yearning of staring, the pain of sorrow, feel you. Still folded a peach blossom and handed it to her hand, but there was no response from the coincidence smile of the day. When the moon is hanging in the treetops, you still stand there, imitating the shock when you first met. Tears whirled, hiding behind the peach tree for a long time. The cinnabar between the eyebrows is dark and enchanting. Turn around and leave. Maybe, broken cliff is my last destination. Tears rain into tears, no complaints; Cinnabar point blood, no regrets. If there is a next life, I just want to be your green light and wait and see from a distance; If there is a next life, please stop your eyes, just because I have missed your two lives, don’t want to miss life. Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

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