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Life itself has love, love, hate, not the wind or the moon

The causal meeting in the red dust is doomed to be born and born. Zi xuan, in this life, I only wish to Gu Liufang with him, hold the hand of his son, and grow old with his son. She, chanting the Wanli Book of Songs, writes and writes, and tells her that she is not full of lovesickness. Who expected, the world is numerous and complicated, and the resentment is not settled. She forgot the responsibility of shouldering the happiness of all living beings, and he also forgot his own practice. Both of them held hands and died at the broken wall. Deep love and shallow sigh, gathering and scattered in a hurry all hurt. They meet each other, in the afterlife, and meet again. On re born, she waited for his money in the long place of clouds and the burning place of Peach Blossoms. She wanted to renew the front, but he had already forgotten his previous life. Doubt, suspicion, anger, Misty his heart. Her heart may have been stained with blood and tears. The deep miss was surging like a tide. He turned around and left angrily regardless of his boxing. When she stepped on the horse, what she saw was the life-to-death separation. She wanted to end the dust and was willing to teach others to seal up his memories. Why is the pain broken. In the third generation, he came from the fog, and he finally failed in the round of fighting. She felt heartbroken and broke her promise, saving him again, Xu Changqing. In his dream, he was shocked, and suddenly his soul was out of his shell, and his memory suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. She was pleased, but she couldn’t recognize him because of responsibility and commitment. Clearly Love is very clear, but to accept separation, only the right to miss. After a thousand turns, he was unwilling to bear her again. Beside the rainbow, the long-cherished wish of the previous life was finally realized. However, there is a kind of love called letting go. For the sake of life in the world, they must abandon their children’s love. Sansheng has a lovesickness, and at this moment he has done his duty. Beside the fountain of forgetfulness, they made an appointment with each other, but they all buried their memories in their hearts at the moment of turning around. Lovesickness always reminds people to be old. She, with white hair and flying snowflakes all over the sky, gradually hoarse. If you can’t drink the fountain of forgetfulness, you won’t be like smoke. The front dust is in love again, and the sword is like a face. Deep in Love, this life will become a silent agreement. [The love of the world, trapped through the ages, turned into mutual embers.].] The white color of lautlos, at clouds, gradually passed away with the wind. Instead of being lonely in the Temple of Heaven, it is not like true love for life in your heart. Bitter fleabane, the general who had no rivals in the six circles was also the saddest hero in the last world. There was no room for his stirring heart in the quiet Temple of Heaven. Loneliness was eating away at his sharp spirit at 1.1 o’clock. He, in the end, was angry with the god who was high above, and was demoted to the dust. She, the delicate and clean Xiyao, the woman who knows his heart best, bitter fleabane the only confidant in the world of heaven, and then he fell in love with him from then on, under her careful care, God tree has produced two holy fruits. I wanted to entrust Shengguo to help her find him, but inadvertently contributed to the marriage of others. For thousands of years of waiting, I hope that he will not look back for a moment. What kind of suffering should it be for her. Lovesickness is poison, and she is imprisoned in this cage day and night. The dead leaves fluttered and scattered into fickle thoughts. She had to let them spread. In this world, there is no more bitter fleabane, only Jingtian. He is not him in the end. He no longer belongs to her. When the wind blows, memory becomes a little pain and deep love leads to deep lovesickness. When spring and autumn come, it will always be taken away. Thin shadow self-pity Autumn Water photo, Qing Xu pity me I pity Qing. The feeling of only fate, the review of Junen’s love, made my tears grow. No longer have two lovesickness all day long, but she has always been Haggard for the King. Peppa, curly hair, warm sun, oblique window and shadow tread. Haitangse, pitiful, empty and confused, idle cloud disturbing dreams, fear, fear, fear! The court is picturesque, the wind is still fresh, and the chill is deep. Yellow leaves falls, the autumn water dries up, the Covenant is still there, the autumn is getting stronger, forget, forget! People who love will never appear in front of themselves again, and lovesickness will become gray. I think Xiyao is actually the poorest woman. [It is difficult for the dust margin to look forward to thousands of years. How can I look back, but I leave again.].] The heartbreaking Blue reflected the molten fire, which was shocking. Thousands of years ago, Jiang Guo was in danger. Her brother Wang, who was armored and armed with a gun and a sword, was sworn to protect every inch of land under the sunflower. Who knows, if you want to win the war, you must ask her to make a sword, and how can he be willing to ask her to give her life. Therefore, their Jiang Guo, their sunflower country, set off a bloody storm in a moment, and the city was in a mess. She felt so regretful that she jumped into the rolling molten pulp and stuck to the pledge of reincarnation in the magic sword. She stayed silently in the lock Demon Tower, experienced thousands of years of waiting, thousands of years of loneliness and thousands of years of fear, and finally met her beloved brother Wang again. She guarded him with her delicate body, unwilling to call him attacked by any evil spirits. A voice of brother, how much attachment has been placed and how much sorrow and joy has been carried. She didn’t want to share her brother’s love with Xue Jian. In the difference of thinking, she was simply used by evil sword fairy and found that she was trapped in a place of ten thousand robberies. She, without complaint or regret, followed her brother to break into there and cut off for them. She didn’t allow anyone or any demons to hurt brother Wang in her heart. Even, after waiting for thousands of years, he once again made a sword for him, without complaint or regret. This is the precious love of brothers and sisters in the world. Solanum nigrum is a kind, brave and unyielding woman. [Qingyin is full of sorrow, with five hundred lovesickness, love buried under the sea, and sorrow] the sad light greenish blue gradually disappeared in the surging waves. In the heaven and earth, Baichuan Guhe River, silent clouds places, filled with endless loneliness. The blue blood is tender and the water is shining, and the sorrow is accompanied by the Zen sound. Lovesickness alone, lonely and Qixia listen to the evening piano. She, a light blue dress, gently stood on the bank of the clear and bottomless stream, just to find the familiar voice of the world, leaving everything to the world. The scattered sea shell recorded his deep and shallow singing, singing softly and softly, winding her soul instantly. At that moment, it was already beyond redemption. In the misty moonlight, her beautiful shadow glanced at it in a hurry, and her clean and clear eyes entered his bone marrow from now on. Her mind rippled and her life did not change. Whenever the warm sunshine covered the village, the murmuring streams and the gust of breeze, he could bring his depressed and sad songs. As long as he could see her bright smile, he felt the most warm moment at this moment. As long as he heard his silent voice, it was the most unforgettable memory in her life. However, he finally felt inferior because he had no fresh appearance. Perhaps, he was thinking that it was the most beautiful thing to have fantasy between each other, and he never dared to see her. The struggle of the soul was hard to restrain in the end. He prayed for Demon and gave Geniss a five-hundred-year slavery and the most precious song for a day’s gathering. Is it true that everything in this world is fair? If you get what you want, you are bound to lose something else. She leaned gently against his skirt, and he confided to her the singing of the spirit and smiled slightly. They looked at the clouds of the western sky side by side, counted the stars in the sky together, and listened to the Lord Kuang’s horn together. The beautiful moment can’t be retained after all. No matter how beautiful the flowers bloom, they will eventually go to the corner. No matter how beautiful they are, they will eventually disappear. The heavy tower fanned the black wings, rolling up a violent gust of wind, and the smoke filled with smoke, and suddenly took away the stream wind. In a trance, the whole world calmed down, the Creek Wind went away, taking away all the wonderful songs. The silence was so terrible that she could hear her own heartbreak. Five hundred years of loneliness, five hundred years of lovesickness, five hundred years of waiting, five hundred years of haggard, she has never regretted. Looking forward to the constant river and water, cutting the constant lovesickness and sorrow, with the gradual extension of time. She turned into a hard stone statue and stood peacefully on the silent seabed. No one could see the sorrow between her eyebrows any more, and no one could hear her sad sigh. Perhaps, there were still continuous memories wrapped around her heart. She has been waiting for him without complaint or regret. In the end, he didn’t break his promise, abandoned Geniss’s appearance, picked up the beautiful and gentle singing, which warmed her petrified heart, and they got together eventually. This gathering was so short. Looking back, it was already the collapse of the seabed and the waves were so rough that even if we buried ourselves in the sea together, we were willing to do so. Five hundred years of waiting, a moment of looking back, singing this song of everlasting love sad song, reciting this unforgettable love of life and death. Stream wind and water quality become the most touching chapter in the sky and the world. “Postscript” The sea is dry and the rocks are rotten. I will never give up, and swear to make up for my love. The beauty of the fairy sword is both poignant and beautiful. Those women are just women, not letting SMATE at all. I chose Zixuan, who was in love with the third generation without complaint or regret, Xiyao, who had never changed his infatuation for all generations, Longkui, who had waited for thousands of years without complaint, and the water power that had never regretted for five hundred years, and the old dreams of the rivers and lakes were broken, the Wind in the six circles is fierce, and the golden window embroidery house is enchanting.

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