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On Hua Luogeng's Wordless Prose
The flowers are cool all over the city, scattering a bright sadness; Don't cling to the lonely moonlight on the branches. But looking back, the whole city is moonlight; The wind blows, the leaves fall, and the tears are silent. People dispersed and had a dream. The wind scattered flowers all over the sky and stayed in the world.

A heartbreaking pipa, which she loved all over, was the mighty emperor of Xuanzong in Tang Dynasty, but she was willing to ring it for you. Maweipo, your ultimate destiny. Whether it's really just a disaster, a disaster for the country and the people. Watch the old youth banquet. At this time, people are scattered, and you are still looking forward to his promise to stay with you forever. The rain fell and I woke up. In the end, he was only an emperor, not her husband. Expectation finally becomes empty, stops and becomes a destination, once lost in the lonely luxury of the soil. When people leave, so do beautiful women, leaving only a withered dream.

Desperate valley, heartbroken cliff, time and death, only love flowers.

Two butterflies are full of flowers. He gave her love, and she returned his love. Only their looming figures are left in the flowers, and the beauty of turning around has broken your colorful beauty. Pray for the afterlife to join hands to see the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds roll and the clouds are comfortable. I have no choice but to miss the beautiful scenery. I look forward to one day, once again, taking wine as a song and pouring out Sauvignon Blanc. The rest can only be helpless' gorgeous'.

Plum blossoms bloom and fall, how many things flourish and how many hearts wither.

Wujiang River is still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red. As a bully, can you only sigh silently? History connects prosperity into a string of ancient characters, recording regrets. Pavilions and pavilions, smoke trees and waterside pavilions are all mirage. Flowers have fallen, and I miss you all night.

Looking back, I want to see myself when I was young, and my beautiful hometown is gone. Sometimes, once you turn around, it's a lifetime.

Erase the cold of the years, and the dreams are shattered. When did a love that consumed all slowly come home and finally had a dream?