Aestheticism, Poetry and Antique Girls' Net Names, Complete Shirts, Tears in White, Dust in White

Green ink, broken sound, autumn water, scissors, charger, wind, night wind, too fast, running water, teenagers died of dust, singing softly, singing shirts, tears falling, your white smile, contaminated with dust. Summer is blue and the sea is stained with ink. Tsing Yi read a reincarnation. The oratorio in the early summer is like a flower. If love is like seeing clouds and clouds before the south wind rises, treat you as an old friend? The whole city ♀ cool thin doesn't regret her dream, but hates watching the clouds roll quietly in haste ~ the pear vortex is shallow and the night rain is present, dyeing the old lane in the south of the Yangtze River in Tsing Yi, and Liu dyeing the ink and cooling the sound of Mo Yuxuan △ emotional drama, without acting skills, every kind of trauma is a mature love princess, butterfly dance, cherry blossoms and meow. If you are well, I won't disturb the light pinellia peach. If you are not me, how do you know that I love you deeply? Blx is as thin as paper. This Uber is a bit arrogant. It's called youth, not as long as your eyebrows and eyes. It was just a slip of the tongue to exchange real money for vows of chastity. Time hides the dream of youth. A thought of smoking, a word of white essence _ _ _ empty lane? Girls in China are traditionally very beautiful. Your funeral will be attended in a dress. When she dreamed that she could go out, she tried not to take shallow lanes. Molly, light summer? Waiting for the fleeting mint girl, the evening is warm, the summer is silly (⊙o⊙), the immortal youth has unbridled dreams {Nan Yuan ゜} May time be gentle with the young people I love. Some people are too crowded. It's better to miss it than not to see it. Commander, I am so lucky to be away from the crowd! Iraqis have different ideas. When the geese turn around, they will hear the bride who has been drunk for a hundred years. Three thousand palaces stand tall, time has passed, and feelings have passed. The rain fell and the strings broke. I was drunk and didn't know where to go. The ancient rhyme of Gu Jian is only for you to look back on your life on the water side. Suqian is beautiful and sad-Xishi Bamboo House is beautiful, so it's worth remembering because it's far away from jade sleeves and green. Zuihonglou's "Only for the warmth with you * * *" dance, empty city, old play bones, three thousand concubines in the harem @ Farewell My Concubine Plato @ Dream Away from White Clothes, Crossing the Sichuan River, Qingming Rain, Leaving Flowers, Long Live the Revolution. Zhou Wang's preference for da ji's magic and vulgarity was solved, and a drop of dust covered the door. Rain, eyebrows, eyes, eyes, flowers, bones and fragrant waves falling on the dust are as picturesque as ever. I'm going to send you a song "Mo Yi", Huai Su's hand-cranked song Leng. I laughed and jumped half a step. I take me to sit firmly on the mountain and let my hair grow for you? When I came to this world, I dyed a pot of old wine with cold ink and drank enough tears. When did the flowers fall into the dream? Prosperity has declined? Tears of the whole city? If the south wind doesn't rise, if you catch fire, I'm willing to die in the sea of fire, and I will miss everything in Qian Qian. If the wind passing through Xia Mo is shallow, I will miss the flowers on the other side, I will play the piano for you, and the glow of fireflies will gradually disappear. Continue, the initial intention of pen and ink is quicksand, the gentlest breeze and wine; Beauty is unlucky, wine and meat are cold and hot, why is the heart cold and warm and half sad? You are a wound that can never be erased.