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Anonymous users2024-02-07The flowers of memory.
The flowers of memory float on the legendary East Lake.
Those beautiful shadows are still rippling in the small lake**, but the lovely person is no longer there.
Standing on the edge of the lake and looking at the lake, the lake is not clear, so I can tell my heart.
It's that familiar song again, why do you say it again? Why?
And the word you don't want to touch the most, why mention it again? Why bother?
Watching the flowers of memory fade away, even if you are by my side, it has become a pity.
Let go of your thoughts, watch the flowing water, and pass the loneliness.
Those flowers of memory can only bloom in the memory of dreams.
Those flowers left behind in youth.
Those flowers left in youth have long been buried by the years.
I was at the crossroads of memories and missed a fresh scent.
You go where I came, and I come from where you go.
History remembers this moment, but this moment is a place of loneliness.
Many years later, those flowers are still gone.
Listen, the sound of flowers blooming.
I'd love to accompany you to see the flowers, we don't have to ride a horse.
Along the way, the road was full of flowers.
They didn't open it, and they couldn't open it.
When we came, they opened.
The flowers are all blooming, and we are blooming as we go.
I heard the sound of flowers blooming.
The voice seemed to say, "Listen, the sound of the blossoms."
The moment when the flowers bloom.
The moment when the flower blooms is the moment when you wake up from a dream.
I don't dare to say that I will always love only you.
I don't know if that's or if it's wrong.
You don't talk much, and the raindrops are falling.
What is it that caused me to make a mistake.
But how can I live without you?
Before I could refute it, you vetoed it.
The dream began to be broken, and it was no longer the same as before.
The beauty of the imagination becomes so unreasonable.
You said you would never mention it again, so I had to keep my head down.
Thinking about the past alone, only crying by yourself.
End of the fireworks. The end of the fireworks is the most momentary beauty.
Beauty is always so ephemeral, so ephemeral that it's hard to be nostalgic.
Nostalgia for the perseverance in this heart, stick to that faith.
Believing in the dream that I can't bear to let go, whether the dream can be imagined.
I have thought about it, but there are many ruthless things in the world.
Don't look back, see all the fireworks, and see the end.
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Anonymous users2024-02-06Remembering Jiangnan Bai Juyi.
The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old. The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
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Anonymous users2024-02-05The painting looks at the mountains from afar, and the water is silent.
Spring goesFlowersIt's still there, and people are not surprised when they come.
Momeiwu's family washes the inkstone pond tree, flowersFlowersOpen the ink marks.
Don't let people praise the good color, only leave the clear air full of goodness.
Book Lake Yin Mr. Wall.
The thatched eaves are long and clean without moss,FlowersThe wood is planted by hand.
A water to protect the field will be green, and the two mountains will send the green.
The spring country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.
SenseFlowersSplash tears, hating farewell birds frightened.
The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.
The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.
Xijiang Moon Night Walk in Huangsha Road.
The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. RiceFlowersXiangli said that there was a good year, and he listened to the sound of frogs.
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw it.
Cold Food Tang Dynasty: Han Hong.
Spring City flies everywhereFlowers, cold food east wind and willow oblique.
At dusk, candles were passed in the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the five marquis.
Fifteen nights looking at the moon.
Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian.
The atrium is white arboreal crows, and the cold dew is silent and wetFlowers
Tonight, the moon is bright, I don't know who the autumn thoughts are?
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Anonymous users2024-02-04The flowers are red and the leaves are green.
I am busy with studies and tired from studying.
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Uncle, sympathy, I'm also looking for it, but it still makes sense to write it yourself, how can you let others help you during your summer vacation? Work your own Don't be unhappy (give up) when you see me say something like this, come on, I also wrote it myself.