Thinking of rain, brewing tears and dyeing green dust

The wind is rustling, easy to rain and cold.

Rain falls and dust falls.

It rained and landed on the shore.

Signature: Prosperity is like a dream, and autumn leaves fall.

☆ Flowers bloom and fall mercilessly, and you lead a drunken life.

Acacia falls into the city of love by the sound of the beam. The city has no doors, and the world of mortals surrounds me all my life.

☆ Who let the string break, the flowers fall on the shoulders, and the trance is blurred?

Memories such as streamers, horses, horses, groups, songs, unforgettable memories, such as water rising and hibiscus falling, breaking people's intestines.

The cherry blossom courtyard melts the moon, and there is a faint wind in Meitang.

Su Shui, dreaming of the east wind laughing and flying; Xiangsi, wrapped in rain, was pushed by the floor; Ten fingers, twisting needles, caressing yarn and accompanying embroidery.

The fate of dust has always been like water, and it is rare to shed tears. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.