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1, walked through the glitz, walked through the hustle and bustle, and finally sighed with sighs, all they had was a dream of life, lost happiness, and simple happiness, together with the one-meter sunshine at the bottom of my heart.

2, the intention is idiot, thinking difficult words, a court swing, dream back. Looking back, the smoke is smashing, the age is zero, and where is the intoxication? Qianqiu low, Fangxie Xie, fell a dust, who care? Read from the beginning, Xiang Siying, what's the point! Once the land is dry, the sound is knocking, and there is only one voice in the empty court.

3, the heart is like a fallen leaf, the wind has left a mark. The cold wind fell to the loneliness of the land, the years passed by, the mottled memory, the bustling in the time, the fireworks falling from the other shore, the redness left in the wind, gently wandering in the dream of Fang Fangfei, The looming picture can't help but be fascinating.

4, laughing and watching the flow of years, whispering the years, life is like this has a lot of ups and downs. There is a saying that 'Life is inevitably frustrated, after the storm is a rainbow; life is inevitably suffering, after the rain is fine, there is sunshine. 'Only persistence, hard work, I believe that through the tears, there will be beautiful rainbows.

5, the years are like songs, solitary shadows. Time flies in the corridors of the season, drawing a beautiful arc, and there are always too many pasts in the lost years, too many injuries, and unforgettable. In the embarrassing pace, the loneliness of drifting all the way, the scenery overlooked in the journey, when quietly recalling, is so nostalgic.

6, time flies, the flow of the year hastily. It’s always fascinating and addictive. The impermanence of the world, many unpredictable, thought of the voice of the story, indulged in the encounter of the wind and snow, the various styles left yesterday, have turned into a lot of downfall. After the separation, the joys and sorrows, the lonelyness of the flowers, and when I think again, waiting for the loneliness in the heart, and several people understand.

7, such as the moonlight, thousands of tenderness and sprinkling, a piece of paper, carrying such a miss. Perhaps, the end of the world is too far away, the distant sighs like sighs, so sadness is so long. A cup of tea is fragrant, just as you first met the gentleness of the first time. The sound of the piano screamed, and it came from far away. Whose fingertips picked up the flow of the year, and turned the thoughts into the notes of zero, and fell into the dream and screamed?

8, life is awkward, years of ruthless love and gentleness, not in the red dust, leaving a lament, dotted with the world's gloom. Forgotten the reincarnation on the other side, lonely singing the fate of fate.

9, you sit in the court, the hand to make the string, the sound of the piano is melodious, if the mountains and rivers of the past and present. Open the sleeves and jump to the extreme for "Nether Dance". Jun knows? The red dust is only because of you, the prosperous three thousand I only love one person, do not want to pour the country into the city, just to exhaust your heart. If you are in the water, you just want to hold your hand and walk towards the depths of the red dust. Even if you are old, you will not regret it.

10, bathing in the sun, screaming and screaming, do not think about it, do not regret it. Pious prayer, the cold is no longer, but the past is gone, and it is safe. Quiet as ever, like yesterday. Close your eyes and sniff, unbeaten. Time is clear, the time is flowing, sleeping with you, and the years are warm. Time is long, I hope to spend the rest of my life. Life and death are not known, the past is said to be, the hand of the hand, and I go to the old.

11, dreams of dust, scattered the bustling, wandering soul, still sad. It’s just those dreams that once existed, falling into layers of tears, and the traces left on the outline could no longer be erased.

12, the setting sun goes down, the sky is full of red color hanging on the clouds, the string of flowing water briskly steps, no one will cry because of the sunset, no one will be sad because the sky is getting dark; because the sky Still hanging on the eve, hanging clouds, hanging quiet; the world looks like a multitude of tunes, and those who still rushed to follow the trail; after dawn, the chickens are as old as yesterday, and life begins again. A new chapter.

13, a few autumn events, the wind back to cool. A curtain of autumn water, Zhu Yan is thin. Kan Mingyue, what is it now? Liu low dance, the moon will be the heart, only the road, the idiots say dreams, by the meeting. Therefore, the landscape, so thin, a glass of light wine, the sleeves of the west wind.

14, the red dust will not be lost, when you meet again, you are still as good as the past, but I have faded the green for you, adding the wind and snow. You said, this is my accustomed music, but you fill in the sympathy, I said, 鸳鸯 both, but they are all in one place. Falling flowers, falling on the shoulders, like butterflies, if magical, once upon a time, I would also like to stop the butterfly on your shoulders, with a short period of warmth, comforting me to leave.

15, prosperous, full of red, full of dreams, faint dreams, you smack the wind and frost, with a smile asked me if I still remember the old covenant. I daggered hard and reached out to touch your warm cheeks, but I hated the tears and couldn't see your appearance. I waited for my hands, whispering a thousand words, but I didn’t say anything, but I’m already convinced that you are the one who has been waiting. The child rules night, awakening dreams. I got up and looked at the moon, but I hope that the cold moon will let me through the love of Qianshan, and comfort my unchanging feelings.

16, alone, can not sit, the station is not, think Yi, smashed a dust, still. A piece of zither sound, and it hurts, smashes the language, and floats the business, making lingering, sprinkling the coolness, playing the joys and sorrows, spreading the bustling, quietly silent, reading the thousands of times in the years. As soon as I saw it, Shen Yunyu, azure color, plain, listening to dreams, flat and smashing, deep and tender, accompanied by prosperity, in the years, Enron swayed the long dream, waiting for me.

17, the earth is peaceful, the heart is clear, and there is no tiredness. The time is just right, occasionally humming, not seeing a lot, the years are quiet. The leaves are lightly dancing, the red dust is a dream, and the season is glory, which is attributed to the dust. Three thousand blushes, not falling, the wind is over the dust, no one knows. Carry a book and walk out of the room. Warm fragrant spleen, where the dust settles, rather than dust.

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