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The chaotic flow of years, strewn with promises

The river pours the moon falls, the scarlet haze first bloom each morning, and there will be water string jade pearls of sweetness

By Charles W WheatonPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
The chaotic flow of years, strewn with promises
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The river pours the moon falls, the scarlet haze first bloom each morning, and there will be water string jade pearls of sweetness

The gurgling is given to each other. When the light water droplets swept away the mortal dust, a thousand years a reincarnation, the red dust on the stranger

In the enchanted eyes of the extravagant world who stained the yesterday

The tunnel through time and space, the waves of the past life, inadvertently lost a floating

The heart of the world is lost. That day, peach blossoms, green silk willow, vermilion sand, shallow

The first thing I did was to get to know the people in the city. A glimpse of scorn, only a glance will sink

The first time I saw the girl, I was in the middle of the night. The bright white moonlight makes the peach blossoms tinged with a light glow. The vegetarian hand holds the zither.

A song ten ambushes, but the warmth and peace. The sound of the sword dancing, light and shadow dappled, clothes

The vermilion between your eyebrows is bright red and dazzling, a moment, it is fixed forever.

The bodhi tree under the promise of three lives, shallow dimples, full of happiness is the style.

Suddenly, I prayed that I would not have to be grand and prosperous. I'm not going to be able to do this.

The

The sound of war drums, shattering the sky of the moon. Blood-stained rivers and mountains, parting has become a wound that dares not be touched

The wound that I dare not touch. Even though there are a thousand complaints, you have to go back in the end. The dazzling and wild, no longer disdain

That position, can not forget the duty of self. On the green water lake, the star and moon pavilion, set

A banquet to say goodbye. Holding the yaqona, the notes of the fingertips beating, but the fall is endless sorrow

Sadness! The pair of beautiful dimples are sleeping again for how long to let you go, perhaps the

best choice for both people.

I'm not sure how much the turquoise pool of water holds the

The tears. Finally, I could not resist kissing the vermilion, the tears of parting have long been flooded

The tears of parting have long been flooded into a disaster. If you are smart, how can you not see the twists and turns, but the pool of desperate love

Water is not an ordinary thing. The desperate eyes and the dull vermilion sand between the eyebrows became a nightmare that can never be forgotten.

The nightmare that can never be forgotten.

Since the farewell, the mandarin duck tile is cold and frosty, and the exquisite Joaquin can no longer compose dashing music.

The music of the beautiful yaoqin can no longer be composed dazzlingly, and the sound is a sobbing heart. The mountains are beautiful, the waves are magnificent, and the river

The mountains are beautiful, but the vermilion between your eyebrows. The most important thing is that you have to be able to get the most out of your life.

I'm not sure I'm going to be able to get away with this. I've been walking alone on the corridor bridge, in the sound of lights and pulp, the sky is still cold, and the water is still cold.

The water is still cold. I remember that you said I was a heartless person, not at all for

The first thing I remember is that you said that I was a heartless person who would not stop for anyone. The funny thing is that when we met, we messed up our lives!

The music of the piano is the sacrifice of thoughts into death. Now your mulberry field is full of love tea for who?

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into.

The peach blossoms, idle words, and sorrowful songs are difficult to love. buried the soul of the flower, broke the love, to this day

The end of the world, forget the rivers and lakes.

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