Xiaozhu time, Xiang Xiang miss your afternoon, a tea, a tea, acacia! Time is also gentle and affectionate. Su Su goes away, dissipating the wind and light cloud shore. After dusk, the moon is shining, eyes are full, and time is forked, you think of me over there, I am here, miss you! The years are immaculate, the fragrant flowers are full, the subtle fragrance strikes, and the mind is drunk. I have a wonderful life, and I like to sit here occasionally, not to be surprised or disturbed, and to be separated from you by a whole distance. I hummed the time minor gently, and happily enjoyed the happy enjoyment, slowly letting time sign, I kept the only promise. Life needs to be read in the ordinary, waiting to become so interesting, meeting each other over the years is also an undefeated flowering period. The time is sweet, the years are warm, and the sky that belongs to us is drawn with a light ink mark. I will grow old with you in this cool August, nestling in the mountains and mountains after spring and summer and autumn and autumn, quietly turning on the moonlight, silent Open the fallen leaves, open the snowflakes leisurely, leaving two rows of footprints in close proximity, very close. Click on a gentle autumn moon, the breeze, the rain, the gloomy eyes of a winter that spreads between the eyebrows, keep warm and warm, waiting for you, without having to fold time, slowly walk your own four seasons, any time is lonely, Time flies, Ren Hua opens and falls, Yun Fei Feng Yin! Yiranan. Drinking dreams and drinking, Huajian Su Ying, or a hangover of agarwood hangover, he woke up in the years, light and shadow are old, acacia continues, keep a journey of Weiyang's love, no regrets! The sky of the sky, then sang the old sad song, sorrowful, and settled the reincarnation of the world. Soak the slow time in the time of a cup of tea, taste a few strands of Qinghuan, and count the lonely wounds of this autumn, and bewildered! Are you, in your autumn leaves, sorrowful, and engraved the flowers of that bunch of heart words, in the vow of aging together, do not wither or wither. . . The sound of autumn is far away, coming from the moon, sitting quietly at the corner of time, staring at the eyes, the reed spikes are still so simple and beautiful, the heart is frowning, the eyes are happy, pointing farewell, everything swaying yesterday, drifting, walking with me, One step, one life. Hu Tong is Xi Xi, Phoenix comes to inhabit. Unexpectedly, the deserted land is also old, and a grain of sand is anxious. Three thousand years, are you still waiting, your love! Withered in one season, or a tear? Will be obsessed with the vicissitudes of beauty. Your standing figure, I see that, the painful time is still spreading. The time has passed, and Mobei has become the most lonely soul in Mobei, standing between heaven and earth. My fingers hurt me, I am here again, my lover, Hu Yanglin kisses you, it is my thousand years of practice! If the sky is uncomfortable, if I still have to bear this life, I would like to bury myself in this sand and sea, grow up into a tree, wait for a fallen leaf to fly, wait for you, and hold it with me.
