Watch the Lotus

I am The Lotus that you left on the other side? Van Gogh lingered, gazing at the Light twist of your finger, clearing tears and soaking up the melancholy of Yi Wan. Lotus heart self-opening, curtain, Youyou, a parting, ripple. About memory, or deep or shallow; About missing, also thick and light. The weak water is three thousand, the deep feeling is deep, the mother light in the dream is the slight waves of reading, the quiet good years, carved you on the three-Life Stone side, in a piece of yellow thin paper, let Hongyan hold the softness deep in his heart. The greeting of the warm day of Lantian embedded in one side; The horizontal and oblique shallowness of the ink painting in one dance; The silent thoughts of a faint eyebrow. The fragrance at the bottom of the pen, the spread of affection, touch your fingertips, just for the future life in front of Nehe Bridge, lend me a lifetime of warmth. (2) You are the Hongyan that I looked through before railing, you are the thick smoke of dyed willows that I grew up in Tingzhou, and you are the Lotus face that I sang softly. The star River is flying around, grinding in a few years, waiting in the same place, so haggard, enchanting into a small moon eyebrow bend, with the thin shadow, melting in the candle is broken. Have you ever known clearly that on the West Lake, you are always in love, and you have made me a long-cherished wish for you to be cool. With one side, I will play a song of missing, hold curtain, and sing a piece of red dust. Your back, planted in the waves of memories, gradually drifting away. Let tears flow, I am just a passer-by sinking in your eyes, never met, then withered into a dream Tuoling distant look back, moment; Eyes, forever (3) maybe you once held the hazy silhouette of My Tears; Maybe you once loved me with railing eyes; Maybe you just appreciated the tranquility of Yi Su’s heart like a lotus. However, when you turned around, there were red dust, finally into the vast sea of people, lovesickness tears, lightly hit the plantain, with the light rain. The smoke is thin, and the Crows return. Whose dream gently breaks tears? Who’s watching through memory reincarnation? A breeze rafting with the King, a bend in the Moon, a dream of Yi Yi, a Green Mountain, a moon, a flower shadow of bamboo fence, a rose of love wandering in the mist, bamboo swaying with the wind and Juntong drunk! Looking at the unforgettable River, it dimmed the rose, Xu I Qinglian, and moistened the stars. With a sigh, there is no fate in this life. (4) in the cool winter, a solitary wild goose tail wing, in my sparse thoughts, the derivative Bank first saw your appearance; Outline your smile, in my dream of white mountains and pine water, the fragrance of twin lotuses is blooming, and the figure is as proud as Su Mei, which is a wall. The unsentimental soup poured all over the place makes Mandala enchanting and charming, making Lotus step by step, breaking down the sound, parting from the present world, watching the next life, and making lotus bloom a wisp of fresh fragrance for you. On Buddha front, I begged to worship, stranded my mind, and only begged for a review of Fanxiang. The soul dream is shining, the voice of calling, the shortest standing, perhaps the longest waiting, staring at your quiet eyes, even tears are crystal clear, turning into a bright smile. The deep edge is shallow. Finally, don’t talk about cardamom on the other side of the cold stream in front of Nahe Bridge. Watch on the left and miss on the right. The wind, cut the dream, fall into a grave, clear lotus blooming slowly. Broken thoughts, slow voice, Mengjun turns butterflies

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