To the beauty book

; Zhifang Qing can be:

; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; 白露暧空,素月流天,年年夜夜,月洁如如练.

; ; ; ; ; ; ; The world is long and the dream is alive.

; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; Years old cold night, today and early winter. Condensed like a bead, flocculent willow like smoke, red musk disappears, and the wild fly is dead. Half a load from the sigh of sigh, the cold light is not enough to dream, the pulse is three thousand miles, read two styles.

; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; 魄 魄 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 流 The blue bird does not pass the brocade, and the lilac is in the rain. The sound book is absolutely, one inch away from the tens of thousands of knots; recalling each other, a few times the soul and the same. Helpless autumn rain, cold nights, cold and rain late night and wind, gathering and rushing, this hate endless.

; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; Thinking of past events, such as weaving, nostalgia, empty traces. Looking at the emperor, 苌Hong Huabi, thousands of mountains and waters have not been done, dreams of where to teach. The shadow of Yan Qing, the anger and anger; the quality of Mu Qing, the ice and the jade. What is the quality, spring plum snow; its clean if he, autumn chrysanthemum frost. The helpless geese are not flying long, the dragons squatting into the water, and the autumn leaves are gone, it is difficult to send a plum. The smog was first collected, the air looked back, ten miles of tenderness, rare West window bamboo knocking, hate thousands of flavors of autumn rhyme; Qing dynasty shadow, cold sound broken, Yanzi West Building, difficult to count the East Park Ping, pillow hundred years and three more dreams. I expected him to come to the rainy day and night, a little bit of separation, two leisure; the most unreasonable, chaotic red flying, Xichi alone Hongying, was a sleepwalking.

; ; ; ; ; ; ; A hundred years of singing and dancing, a hundred years of drunkenness, a hundred years of love, whoever asks in the world, a period of romantic painting can not be! Good dreams will become awakened, half a trace, a pillow yellow sputum, two lines of frost, three long sighs. In the past, there was a phoenix and a phoenix, and the moon star was so thin that he would end up with the end of the pillars. What is the face of Cui Huhua, Yunwu Wushan is wrong with Lang, whoever sees the West Window Candle, Mo Dao Road. Almost! I don’t know what people are, and I am alone!

; ; ; ; ; ; A little bit of phoenix a little autumn, the ancient times 怆波万古愁. Independence Tianhan Bijialing, poetry eyes are extremely tired. Experience the residual water of the mountain, the crows are a few points, the fall of the hone; the white hair is thin, the plum blossoms,

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