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If you have a chance, be quiet for thousands of years

Causu sips his enmity, flick his finger and laugh at the vicissitudes of life. It is ethereal and flashy, and the age changes. On the annual rings of circles and circles, love is stranded. Who buried the time and saw through the world’s grudges and enmity, who accompanied her to go through the prosperity and life, and who? Exchange the fate of one’s life for no regrets in this life

[1] Love in rivers and lakes, what drunk people see through is resentment, but what they can’t get out is love and hatred. Walking in the world, looking back, in the hometown of red dust, the beauty is unique. Fold the sleeves and pull the wind back, blowing down the lovesickness all over the ground. Full of missing, lit the candle at the end of autumn, lit up the empty position in my heart and warmed my heart. A thousand miles of lovesickness, a full moon night, when petals are flying, the pen will precipitate the soft feelings, the red note is silk surrounded, the remote ship Guazhou ferry, fold a lingering moonlight, and bring it to you quietly, let the heart of admiring your face continue to be active. Two-person world, two people’s rivers and lakes. Yi Ren is so charming that countless heroes have spent their whole lives waiting, praising poems, recalling old dreams, heroes from all ages, waving swords to cut the square, singing all the way, proud smiling the world. The hero is also affectionate. How many nights are tasteless, how many lovesickness are drunk, and how many times are in battle. I only hope that Yi Ren will wear makeup and powder, wait for the King to wait for the wing room, and wait for the lonely King to take off his armor and make a cup of hot tea for him, but helpless care. Cut off the time of a lifetime, and accompany Yi people to go all over the world side by side. I would rather lose the world than win you a smile. Try all the hard work, spend a full moon hand in hand with you, cut off the constant love, and outline an eternal destination in each other’s hearts. It is better to sacrifice the walk in the form of sight, collapse in front of you, or choose the strength of dead wood to set you off like autumn leaves and Jingmei [II] it is the fate to meet in a thousand years like water, and it is the fate to get together, the fate is like water. How many times do you look back when you dream like the previous life? In exchange for the passing of this life, how many times do you miss in the previous life, in exchange for the holding of this life. There are a few thin faces in the tidbits, flying in the green, fat and thin poetry, swaying through spring rain and sighing. The Breeze stroks the cycle of the season, like Snowflake memories, bit by bit, make up the picture of meeting at the beginning and wait for the next season together for a more touching meeting. I hid my tears in the dark night of moonlight, relieved my joy, embraced the lonely night, dotted with stars, dotted with the heart, watching the moonlight shining and shining, and dyed the temples slightly, the dream of falling flowers and flowing water is so gorgeous that I am still waiting for a person who holds hands on the world and looks back on the dust. In the past few years, there have been several fireworks knots, whose waiting has been burnt out, whose fate has disappeared, and the dust has settled down. Who will look forward to it? How much hope does a love Bud in the red dust contain, how many nights are broken with melancholy. Waiting for thousands of years, my heart is still the same, the fate of the fire is not gone, I have not gone. Passing by the dust, shaking off the dust, because I believe in fate, I am full of hope, waiting for you, accompany me to see the flowers bloom and fall. Waiting for you, in the colorful red dust, waiting for you, in the bright moon of Qin Dynasty, waiting for you, also in the lingering verse I wrote down. Zan (prose editor: indifferent) Phoenix mountain spring outing

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