"The chrysanthemum is broken, the ground is hurt, and the flower is heartbroken!" Suddenly, the chrysanthemum fell all over the floor, like yesterday's layers of smiling faces. When it fell to the ground, it hurt, the flowers withered, the worries surged, and the Iraqis were beautiful. Like the tide of missing, it spilled all over the floor, constantly cutting and messing up.

In the military career swept by the light of the sword, whose sword is full of vicissitudes of life, behind a uniform, who can quietly smell your heart. The euphemistic and melancholy night broke the hero's heart. The flowers are late, and the once brilliant flowers have withered in the chaotic world of mortals. A sad word gently twists the eyebrow, and a wisp of acacia lingers. The shadow that sinks in my heart has a feeling of deja vu, as if it were a lifetime ago. ...

Love and hate in the world, life and death parting, joys and sorrows, a cycle when can I finish singing and when can I disappear? ...

Please choose "Chrysanthemum Terrace" for others.

Your tears

Injured and weak

The pale moon bent down and hooked it.

The night is too long.

Condensed into frost.

Who is cold and desperate in the attic?

The rain is blowing gently.

Scarlet windows

I've been on paper all my life.

Be disturbed by the wind

Dreams become a wisp of incense in the distance.

Gone with the Wind

Your appearance ~

The ground was covered with dismembered chrysanthemums.

Your smile turned yellow.

It's heartbreaking. My heart is bleeding quietly.

It's still early for the north wind to mess up the night.

Your shadow has been cutting.

Leave me alone on the lake.

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The flowers are late.

A glorious fall.

Fate is terrible on the dry stone road.

Worried about crossing the river

Divide the autumn heart into two halves.

I'm afraid you'll never get ashore and keep shaking.

Whose country is this?

The pounding of hooves is crazy.

My uniform roared through the vicissitudes of life

The sky is slightly bright, and you sigh gently.

A night of melancholy is so euphemistic.

The ground was covered with dismembered chrysanthemums.

Your smile turned yellow.

It's heartbreaking. My heart is bleeding quietly.

It's still early for the north wind to mess up the night.

Your shadow has been cutting.

Leave me alone on the lake.

The ground was covered with dismembered chrysanthemums.

Your smile turned yellow.

It's heartbreaking. My heart is bleeding quietly.

It's still early for the north wind to mess up the night.

Your shadow has been cutting.

Leave me alone on the lake.