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Touching memories, water too silent, wave marks of the tracks, the world. What is the complex complex complex, what do you think about? Love break why, love why? To think about that red, for king sword dance music! A butterfly fluttering, repeatedly water gurgling, where in the dream, he relied on a dream?

Dream season, Si Jun appearance, Si Jun feelings, Si Jun ungrateful he hurried? Shoki Yume, this is the Butterfly King around, the bed with the dream, when he too?

Spring Ngan sunset red, flowers are colourful, juvenile cardamom, Ling lip blowing leaves. Born in the home, food and clothing without sorrow, living without fear, a strict father mother, brother and sister is numerous, respect for seniority. House is located on Mount Li south, Shusheng Lang Lang, Lang Lang laughter, back poetry, enjoy the romantic feeling of compassion Li Bai, Du Fuzhi, and indulge Su pie, melancholy sigh of tang.

Feng embroidered in white handkerchief, needle thick seam, ten refers to the color lotus fragrance, flying together nine days. Fancies of men of letters, without a barrier against friends, total defeat, the leisurely, touching, wine is not drunk, people from drunk, amidst the Paris, on the ship sat, Jin Chaiyu buckle, makeup powder rouge, Liu heart jade total lined. A book is a world, a bodhi, book a house of gold, a beautiful woman in the book, the text, the clouds, a symbol of war in ancient China, hero sad beauty, Yamashitani Noshi, secretly, with lady, scholar is heartless, faint worry, fall in the heart, not long. Red peony peony, enchanting atmosphere, Huang Ju, well-known mountains and rivers, splash ink majestic eagle wings, to fly the sky.

Time is like water flowing, fantastic days, the wind into the dandelion, with her dream, came to the south of the Yangtze river. Heard as early as Jiangnan scenery is picturesque, today to Wuzhen, with simple color, like the landscape painting, such as fog. Suddenly he heard a distant flute came the faint feeling leisurely, delicate, soft and smooth, the feeling to be passionately devoted, but, sound of the pole, but the sounds of nature, you Youran however, heavy weight, smokeless misty nihility, no fog, like rain, like the wind, order of priority, clearly in mind. Extremely elegant and valuable, sound pleasant to the ear, sound estrus. Is the dream? Is the reason? Or decreed by fate? Little to hope to read, is not met a man Piper picturesque? Will is the dream of the salon? The boat to the bridge, the girl in a blue cloth, with wooden hammer to wash clothes, hear this sound, have abandoned the thing in the hand, the quietly listening, urgent hope.

The asymptotic, legible. A young man hands in the flute hole severity degree, pine pool's rhythm, standing on a boat, a punter, slowly gently slide the hands of bamboo, seemed to swing into the ups and downs of the rhythm, thoughts flying. She saw the man with big eyes and bushy eyes, fair skin, dressed in a robe, handsome, suddenly had an idea, call a servant girl out of Yangqin, sit in the boat, play the song "the Peony Pavilion", "war" sing a farewell, flute, piano, singing lingering blend, beautiful marriage margin sink a heart.
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