Shengshi fireworks, red dust falling

If you are alive, if you have a dream, all kinds of red dust will be mirrored, and there will be no established destination, no track. That love word, who can see clearly, who can understand, who can smile without a trace of attachment? Shengshi fireworks, red dust falling. Gently write these words on the paper, the heart, the unprovoked spread of a trace of sorrow.

Alone on the rails, after the rain, the hot and dignified roasting lonely heart. Looking at the mottled light and shadow in the distance, the tiny stars are a little bit sorrowful. Depression courtyard, depression mood. Maybe there is a feeling that it is a bad thing after the decision. The heart can't find the direction, and the heart can't find it. Just let the silky laziness in my mind ravage the whole body, unable to resist, and there is no resistance. The secluded thoughts of the sea otters have fallen, and there is no one to listen to.

Keeping the window waiting for the dark, the drinking pot and the alcoholic figure are drunk. Poetic and sorrowful, the evening of the English dance in the sun, but can not afford to express the elegant style. Once upon a time, the days of poetic and poetic life have become a thing of the past; once the spring and spring flowers were full of paintings, the scene of peach blossoms and laughter was also cloud. Guess the wind, who is falling for the British, for whom no, floating and sinking, dyed half of the dust half dry. I can't see the heart of my life, the grief of your tears. Deep in the red dust, squatting forward, no more questions about the blue sky, where is the shadow? Ignore it again, leaking late at night, and being alone in the room. There are a few departures, and there are a lot of thoughts, all of which are paid for.

Imagined my life and thought about my life. I also looked forward to the extraordinary first sight of ordinary life, the complicated world, and the simple life.

Spring peach pear white, green silk curtain shadow. During the rainy season, a light gauze coat was held, and a paper umbrella was held, and the net jade in the old lane of Qingshi was innocent. You make Xiao Yu turn, I caress the piano melodious. The peach branches are fresh and succulent. The warmth of encounters, but the slightest cold in early spring.

Xia He Qing Yang, Jasper Shengzhu. I hanged the worms and saw the blue waves, the fish playing, the lotus roots. You are on the bridge, Tsing Yi Su Jie, do not see the splendid of the water hibiscus, just for me to condense. The end of the world, the world. The smoke waves are flowing and they are at a loss.

Autumn maple red, bee hiding butterflies. See the autumn wind sweeping away, leaving the desolation. Falling into the English, burying a heart and reading a word. I research ink, you write. When the love is strong, the dead leaves of the ostrich are all poems, and the clouds fly into the clear words. Old tree faint crow, dry vine thin horse, Ren Jiangshan picturesque paintings into the cinnabar on your heart and my eyebrows.

Winter snow is raging, red plum is like Xia. Lightly rouge, red and light, go snow to find plum. A piano, a cigarette, a jug of wine. Under the cold plum tree, Xianle. I am dancing and you smile. Light body shape, split and fit. Like a blue smoke, like a flying butterfly, like a dream. I can't tell the difference between the smoke and the smoke. I can’t understand the eve of the evening, and I’m not in love.

Meet at the most beautiful, and leave at the most beautiful. The memories of this life are all in the cloud, a dreamy scene. Neither turn back, why did not forget. Since there is no reason, why do you have to vow? No one can see through life, how much life is speculative. There is no need to blame, and there is no need to regret it. The night cold flowers are broken, and the cut-off of a candlestick in the heart of the heart is also a bit of a taste.

In your name, crown my surname. The embarrassment of the time has been illusory in the casual flow years. I am only looking for a pot of illicit wine, do not want to be awake, how dare to wake up! Shengshi fireworks is just a flashy moment. Looking through the bustling, who knows the tears of no one when it rains. Sighing silently, you have entered my heart. Without a deliberate gesture, the temperamental appearance is shocking and independent in my heart.

That one, who is in front of Sanshengshi, devoutly promised to come to see the promise of life? This life has met, thousands of landscapes, go hand in hand. Do not blame the flower people, after all, the general winds are scattered. The dream of the end of the world is short, and the feelings of passing water are gone, and cannot be returned.

In that year, who changed the three springs and rains for a moment? The rain and the shadow of the butterfly dance are clear, and the smoke and rain are astounding, and the mind is deeply rooted. No words, no suspicions. The predecessor’s wind and moon debts were paid for by this life, and the destined partings were not willing to escape sorrow.

On that day, who is relying on the door to watch the lights alone? Turning red dust, a heart gradually fades away and weakens. The blue light and yellow volume, this plain situation is my final destination, you still have not accompanied me. I am happy as a person, and I am worried about my own body.

Let the spring dreams drift with the clouds, and watch the flying flowers. Maybe a person will give birth to a lot of leisure without any reason. In the shallow floating world, I should rob. Sadly, for a few years, you have gone. Hi, red dust is fortunate, and you meet with you, young and young, spring is like a teenager. Maybe, the year of the flow, I will forget that there was such a person, letting myself be like life. If you can't promise the eternal life, let me, when I remember you, write down the mystery of this life.

Fifth grade: Yan Yixue