Under the tree, I am chasing the same track diagonally. Under the sun, I am looking up, closing my eyes and enjoying the familiar feeling. Time is 1 minute 1 second in this way.

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In 436, after turning the days into poems, I found that there were more sighs without you in this strange city. Therefore, I bowed my waist and started writing, and then wrote down the case, regretting the empty fleeting time in my deep soul with the anxiety between the lines. 435, all of them are cool, only as clear and crisp as a child’s words, and my accident coincides with the sorrow in your mind, but you are disappointed too fast, I haven’t come yet to filter the dust in your lonely swamp, and this poem becomes a long and dull guilt in the future. 434, or so, this long song is just the purple dream falling for the Zheng by running water. If I wander, the shallow pillow is desolate, the wings are still warm through the folds after all, but the echo is still short, what rattled in the fragrance of Lotus was the pleasure left by your boat walking far away for me to stumble alone. 433, it is the creation that blows away the wind and flowers, and I am wrong to restrain the elegance of your wine. It is the green plum that leaves the bamboo horse, I sing that the water is shallow and the wind is not wrinkled, and you are worried about it. 432, finally, it was the fireworks on the other side that wasted the ending. Even though the writing was light, the fleeting time given to the fingertips had already been abandoned. Perhaps, this is the feeling of sadness and confusion, just because it erodes too many joys and sorrows. Now, if you want to copy it, you can’t remember the apology years that were banned by the fleeting years. 431, sunset depends on sleep, I thought heavily about the dust of the Earth. It was you who astonished my dream. Therefore, from the beginning of the dream, my memory can no longer find the footprints left by you through the heart of poetry. 430, you said, we just met like dragonflies and water. Every time the time is quiet, it is a lie 429 deliberately made after tearing the heartache. The instant dream is a cherished sight, but the mottled shore of this season has already been unable to tolerate the flaws of dust removed by you. Therefore, considering your appearance, starting from the clear transparency, every reincarnation has become my destiny of throwing away my heart to you. 428, I thought it was the fate of two people, looking back, I found that it was just my innocence 427. The Chang’an ancient road invited thin horses, and the willow banks gathered together to invite tree people. The soul was broken, and the wine was buried in the third watch. However, no one was drunk, and the duckweed was turned back. Who could listen?, 426, you said that I have a nostalgic dream, and your world can’t pretend to be our old and 425. Pray for the world, and you are the most comfortable veil among me. 424, drinking and singing cinnabar, you are the most beautiful fairy tale in my palm; Walking across the world with sword, you are the most beautiful wind and flower in my luggage. 423, Love is not broken, why do you want to set up a boat in my bed, is it the breeze that encourages your west window flame, now my water overflows the mountain, it can’t be extinguished. It is tied up by the buildings you stick to the world of mortals. 422, just like the reincarnation can’t find the time to meet, our meeting is just an oath blooming on the tip of the tongue. 421, my arms are turning, and every time I am reincarnated is accompanied by the constant moving of your fingertips. And I am old alone, singing every time I cook wine without you, as a result, this murmured and whispered that you could not stop the stains on the copper Sparrow platform because of your gentle breeding., 420, thousand gullies hand print, why is it just a stranger to swim on the dusk, is it cold in front of you and me (boat and car work), the whole cycle has long missed the fate without each other? 419, when love and hate surge, only light and simple elegance is left to touch the lip color. At that point, the night was frosty, and the long words of endless sorrow could resist the complete turning of someone’s pen?, 418, only like clear water, wind and flowers, each tactic is the most entangled tie in life. But I, Tong Yan Wei, just want to accompany you through every piece of bright fat quicksand in this epiphyllum-like fate. Cloud floating clear water epiphyllum smile, half paper quicksand road this life is 417, Vine Zheng is like a dream, every smile of mine is through the thoughts bloom in the depth of your looking back. Wanted to let go, You can blame yourself for being too deep into your bones, and every piece of colorful remains at your invisible and itchy Phantom fingertips. In 416, the oath is windy and dusty. Every encounter has become the white hair that I deliberately breed in the lonely world of mortals. The fleeting time is a concern, and every helpless time has become the end of my tears after you leave. 415, I can’t tolerate the open-minded twists and turns of suppressing confusion in my bosom. The right words are just like the piled words. It is just a precedent that I breed the greed for your weak heart. In 414, I am just a pity that you have grinded with ink pen under the lamp. Since the first five hundred years you met, every formula of thinness is the elegance that you miss arbitrarily with your mind. 413, finally, you disturbed my fear of missing. But the time has been wasted for a long time. Therefore, from the beginning of the seemingly falling dream, I became the frequent smiling face that you can’t afford to twist. 412, serve the throbbing of mood, every wisp of flowers of mine has finished the fragrance of orchid without you. What is strange is that the dream crown I own is too narrow, and every encounter becomes my tacit reputation and extravagance for you to stay in the world of mortals. 411, if every sadness is your love and my wish, then why am I still perfunctory to love on the edge of pain. Is it that time has moved, and every memory is the sleepless night you left me in the gap of time? 410, I know myself well, too many endings only change to be kind to myself. 409 is the dust of prosperity, but the monarch is not old, and the ties and ties with him have long been unable to put aside the world of mortals with you. Even though you are devouring and eating all the way, the flying thoughts are finally the beauty that you leap over the paper. Therefore, From the beginning of regret that you can never say, every word and every word has become your footprints that drown all the time. 408, we can’t say we hate each other late. Love may be a habit. 407 collection of character, how can I clean up the sadness wandering and oozing from your path? 406, the most afraid lie is losing tomorrow without you without entanglement. Just like the love letter can not write down the oath that can be understood, finally I am left alone and I am alone. 405, the most suitable fireworks for folds is the silent outline that you banished my courtyard with other family names, just like no wind blows through, how can I take back your wasted time of being careful but not careful. 404, a piece of paper failed, but it was just a long dream without you in the Waterside Pavilion. However, I, with tiny words, was still indifferent and calm in my own world. 403, games are the ups and downs that I can’t afford; Principles are the time wasted that you can’t stand. 402, starting from the morning, don’t go through the dusk, whose love will leave whose destiny. But it is just like natural selection. The fetter that belongs to the fetter is finally the Fetter, and no one can step over the stumbling fate. 401, like the reserved thoughts, is another Cold Dream crown in the weak memory. And I, From you pouring love Yu start, 1.1 drops, after all, still can’t in this frozen melancholy in light but your face.

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