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In the past there were high-rise buildings of Chaoge Yexian, and there were sleeves of dancing all over the country.
The rain in the south of the river is falling, the fragrance of flowers is dying, and the birds are crying.
I sat alone for a long night like this, watching the East a little bit pale, and the corners of my eyes were air-dried.
For the sake of cherishing the spring, the spring is more pitying, and the falling flowers blow the people in front.
The heart goes with the past, and people go with the wind and dare not ask.
The string is broken, the affection is still lingering, the world is twilight, why not get drunk.
It was Jinjingjing, full of falling flowers. As soon as I met, my mind was uncertain.
Green eyebrows converge, Cui Dai is low, secretly wipe the pearls, and condensed beautiful words.
The sound of yoyo refers to the broken strings, for whom I have played all my life.
The mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts, and the falling flowers and storms hurt the spring, so it is better to take pity.
When I knew that year, I did not look back.
How much red face, how much acacia is broken, but leaving blood stained ink incense crying.
The other side of the flower blooms the other side, the broken intestine grass is sad and broken.
As beautiful as a family, it seems like a stream of years.
That day, your face is as usual, when you return, you hit the ground in white.
I still like you very much, like a fish under the Sansheng Bridge, looking for your trail.
Lvshui has no worries, wrinkled because of the wind; Qingshan is not old, and is white-headed.
The most willing to forget the ancient poetry, the most dismissive is Acacia.
Qiu Han didn't realize that wind and rain could effectively erode bones, so the people scattered Fangwu Acacia without a book.
Breaking the string, breaking the three thousand crazy. Attached to the flower smoke, the smoke did not linger. Flowers are pitiful, at whose fingertips.
I miss you not because of loneliness, but loneliness because I miss you.
The heavens and the earth are smashed, and the cream has stained your white hair and dotted the corners of my eyes.
I'm just cold and ruthless to the world, how can it be as good as you smile and spend no time.
Millennium wind and moon, several times in the dream. Strands of frost, all complained.