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You should only see each other again, that is this life. But in this life, when I was just worried, I remembered Qing.

I like the last sentence, in this life, the taste of missing is always melancholy.

Now he was wrong at the time, and his heart was miserable. Red tears are secretly drooping, and his eyes are full of spring breeze.

Knowing this, there was no plan later, and he forced the happy period. As if it were a farewell, the plough blossoms and the moon were west.

Talking about the happy period sounds just distressing. Knowing that there is no ending, he smiled and said goodbye, but never again.

The meeting was silent, and a hibiscus was in the autumn rain. The small halo is red and the tide is slanted, and the heart is only phoenix.

Waiting to be called low, straight for the condensation of fear of people to see. If you want to complain about your feelings, turn around and knock on the jade hairpin.

This poem reads with a shy charm of bowing your head and not being able to withstand the cool breeze, and you are still ashamed to speak. Love is always beautiful, no matter the beginning, the process, the ending. When did he meet him, he was silent when he met, and he was a little faint and red.

Upstairs, let's finish a poem

Nalan Xingde's classic poems are:1, "Magnolia Flowers, Quasi-Ancient Decisive Words and Cambodian Friends".

Ching Nalan Sex.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

Lishan Lianhong said noisily for half a night, and the tears and rain did not complain.

How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.

2, "Sauvignon Blanc: A Journey to the Mountain".

Ching Nalan Sex.

A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, the body to the side of Yuguan, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night.

The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden.

3, Qing Nalan Xingde "Huanxi Sha, Who Reads the West Wind and Cools Alone".

Who reads that the west wind is cool alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and sets up the sun.

was surprised by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only ordinary at that time.

4, "Painting Tang Spring, One Generation, One Pair in a Lifetime" is absolutely rotten.

Ching Nalan Sex.

A couple from generation to generation in a lifetime, fighting for two ecstasies.

Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring of the day.

The pulp is easy to beg for the blue bridge, and the medicine is difficult to run into the blue sea.

If you visit Oxford, you will be relatively poor.

The classic poems of Nalan Xingde are as follows:

1, "Mulan Words".

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn breeze to raise the fan of sorrow. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain were not complained. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.

2, "Sauvignon Blanc".

A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, the body to the side of Yuguan, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night. The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden.

3, "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

Hard work is the most pitiful to the sky and the moon, a positive rock and sunset are like a ring, and the evening is a decision. If it is like the moon ring is finally bright and clean, it is hot to give up the ice and snow. Without that dust, it is easy to die, the swallow is still, and the soft curtain hook said. Singing the autumn grave is not over, and the spring cong recognizes the amphibian butterfly.

4, "Butterfly Love Flowers-Out of the Stopper".

The ancient mountains and rivers are uncertain. In the sound of the horn, the horses come and go. Who can speak of desolation. The west wind blows the old red maple tree. In the past, there were countless grievances. Iron Horse Jingo, Qingzuka Dusk Road. A little deeper. The sunset in the mountains is shining in the deep autumn rain.

5, "Huanxi Sand".

Who reads that the west wind is cool alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and sets up the sun. was surprised by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only ordinary at that time.