I would like to use the ever-lasting blue lamp and Buddha clothes in exchange for the Eternal Love with You

I would like to use the ever-lasting blue lamp and Buddha clothes in exchange for the Eternal Love with You

I met the beauty of fireworks in full bloom. From then on, even if my dream was broken, I still kept on regretting and chose to be intoxicated in my memory. — Inscribing the wind, gently dancing the thin shirt, blowing up the messy pages of the book, and suddenly there was a piece of coldness in the room. At this moment, Miss is printed on the window lattice, and is blown into messy fragments by the wind, flying towards your direction …… ask why spring is in a hurry? Life is like a dream, you, after all, leave with the flying flowers and Catkins. The past in the silhouette was gradually covered with dust and turned pale. I was lonely at first, but also belonged to loneliness. The sadness soaked in the bones was strung into tears again and again, and the unfinished handwriting flowed over the dancing tip of the pen, and then it was blurred along with the unforgettable parting wound. The world of mortals is boundless, my heart has fallen into the bottomless deep end, fate, gathered and dispersed you and me, turned around and disappeared your Trace, a encounter after the heart, left a tangled helplessness. Pain, I don’t know how much, a drop of tears fell down, breaking the place where you and me gazed, are you like me, sealing your heart in the place where we once met? Looking back, a purple butterfly in the flowers beside the broken bridge was flying, and the lonely words were desolate, leaving the passers-by a sadness. A touch of blush, full of missing, a dream, broken the end of the world, a wisp of sorrow, hurt the years. Lovesickness had no trace. After a silent sigh, from then on, I could only settle in the deep black, with the reflection at the foot of the wall, silently counting the passing years. At the edge of every season, I set the moon as a bottle, drink a river of missing, drink up my sorrow, touch the cold and warm of the world of mortals and the changes of the world with deep love poems, waiting for the redemption of a wisp of Firefly fire. I also wanted to use a blooming time to forget the beautiful past, hoping not to show the deepest sadness in my life again, but it always makes a drop of tears embellished the melancholy of the night and the desolation of dreams inadvertently. In the world without you, half of the city is buried in smoke and sand. In the pond where Mandarin Ducks play together, there is no lingering and deep feeling around my fingers. The beauty you make has become the sadness of my dance steps. Years of hands brushed my thinner face, I finally gradually understood that maybe this life was not you accompanying me to the end. The sigh ran aground the gentle and charming feeling like flowing clouds and flowing water in full bloom. In the light of the fleeting time, the fragrance finally fell down into a lonely and thin back, sighing and keeping an unrelieved persistence. This love lingered on the platform of the old days and could not walk out of the Paris. Tears splashed on the world of mortals, rolling like the sea, letting the pain cry, letting the flowing light miss, who will feel distressed for me in this rolling world of mortals? The flute and music stopped abruptly after the winter snow fell, turning into a hasty escape. In the cold night, I wandered alone, wandering on the edge of imagination and memory, weaved the deep attachment into a song with hundreds of turns and thousands of times, and sang with sorrow. If the green bird stopped singing, then what kind of mood should I use to ignore the memory like clouds? Past King? Look at how many degrees the flowers bloom, but I don’t know whose face is smiling? My sadness always accompanies me with the dim night and a curtain of deep dreams. Till now, when I look through the autumn water, the flute is in vain, my sorrow frowned and lowered my head. With a plain pen, I can only touch the rain on the petals to write the fantastic beauty into the swaying of my life. My yearning for you stops at the Twilight ferry with the wind of the season. On the lonely road, your smile and your advice are my only companionship. My favorite, in the time of parting, did that wild goose fly south pass on my missing? Have you ever felt the expectation of my death in the lonely world of mortals? I am obsessed with you day and night? My favorite, do you know that I would like to use all the blue lights and Buddha clothes in exchange for the eternal love with you? Guarding a city alone and deeply loving a city is because that city once had the most beautiful scenery in the world. You are a painting and a song that I can’t finish in my life. I will still sit quietly in the corner of the fleeting year, listening to the sound of the wind passing by, lowering my eyebrows and storing a crystal clear tear, rub into the ink of missing, and paint this deep-rooted tenderness into a painting of ink painting with the fragrance of Qionghua. You used to whisper through the cold seasons without losing the temperature of love. I put those warm whispers close to my chest to resist the suffering of the long night. In the colorless years, I was infatuated and still kept on regretting, looking forward to the world of mortals and beautiful accidents. Oh, dear, if you have a dream tonight, please remember to hold my hand in the dream, wave away the pain of the world of mortals, take me to the flourishing age of fireworks, to the place where no sadness comes…… Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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