The fallen flowers shed dust, tears, makeup and beauty; The Cold Moon is indifferent to the cold of Tsinghua University, The Willows depend on each other, and the years are drunk in the world of mortals; The wine is clear and the wind is clear, and the sorrow is for the cold rain, the flowers are scattered all over the world, but now, seeing the smoke and smoke spreading through the city, the sand can’t be washed, the silent trace of blood and rain is just the sadness of carving, the traces of Falling Flowers and hoodies are carved, and the dust is empty, so is, the sad songs of the autumn leaves with Yang flowers all over the path, like blowing shadows, disappeared; Thinking bit by bit, the neon night market was still singing and dancing, feather clothes were floating, the Tang Dynasty was sad and sighed, who could see the world, the noble concubine looked like, in the green gauze tent, the moon of the song Building, the wind of the West Building, the Wild Goose character of the West Building went back to Ye luoqiao pool to watch the shadow. The dust was full of paths and looked at the fence to see where to return, still, the plan, yellow flowers will bloom tomorrow, and the spring breeze will be in the coming year. Scattered, the other shore is wandering

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