He, playing the flute, singing affectionately, knocking on the floor and knocking on the deep alley. She, dancing, beautiful makeup, rotating shaft plucking the strings, complement each other. Before the flower falls, the horse is full of ambition and smiles like a flower. He danced with the wind, intoxicated as a song. She, playing the piano and painting, is also happy. I don't envy two birds, Qi Fei. Yuanyang often swims in the water. This looks very happy, regardless of the world.
He, standing at the corner with a ribbon of Hosta, suddenly turned around and went deep into the ocean. She is walking in the street with an umbrella, with red lips and delicate steps, gentle and beautiful. Tossing and turning, no smoke.
The drizzle is like smoke, and the attic alley is full of ink. I hate the shadows from my sadness, and I am fascinated by misty rain. Put pen to paper into the soul, love and hate are like joy and sorrow. A wisp of autumn wind, the yellow leaves are exhausted in autumn, and long grievances attract Yuanyang to play in the water. How can it be as bitter as the sunset? I have been flashy all my life, and my romantic life has run out. I never knew that things had changed. Flowers under the moon before the moon, but a glass of turbid wine. The vows of eternal love are now white-haired Even if BMW is beautiful and brilliant, the peach blossoms in the past are still the same, and today they are beyond recognition. A wisp of autumn wind has fallen into a lifetime of glitz. Half a word sighs, and a word is long.