Summer night, the wind downy, pre-pubescent singing, sweet romance, sending out the hint of tenderness, like girl drunk lightly smile, played the oneness of heaven and earth, gently beautiful beautiful, sweet. Home of the floret garden, the moon season such as fire, charming magnificent; Peony like snow, crystal clear. The night wind blows gently, the flower shadow is gorgeous, the flower is fragrant. Suddenly, the memory of the unforgettable summer memories. The woman who had been close to each other, loved each other, loved each other, loved each other, loved each other, loved each other, loved each other, loved each other, loved each other, and loved each other.
That summer, a glance, love at first sight, love, snuggle. Happy, inseparable, such as inseparable, flowers, vows. However, the world is ruthless, the world makes people, overnight, fall into the abyss.
It's easy to love each other, but hard to love each other. Alone in the small building asked the bright moon, the moonlight leisurely thought mianmian.
On summer nights, frogs croak miserably. Flowers flicker in the moonlight. Memory lingering, lonely, heart sobs. Low head light read, is who fold a new willow, is willing to keep that happy face of the current year, and so on a song "memory of the jiangnan." The garden full moon, bitter memories of the past, dare to ask when the beautiful return? Do not expect, break the red dust, a wine, drunk between flowers. Cut a lovesickness, steal a memory, moisten the heart, drive away loneliness. When the summer wind blows away, the summer flowers fade away, and the joy of life vanishes.
Know not, flowers before the wishing wind blowing away, alone to observe the mourning scar; Know not, do not sleep at night the lamp grinds the ink stone, carry the pen in disorder. The summer wind is gentle and gentle, sitting alone with a long sigh, appreciating the lingering of the Milky Way bridge, recalling the face of the mimosa flower and the swan goose. The voice of the frog laments, heart like smoke, block a lifetime of emotion, years suffering loneliness.
The flowers bloom and fade, and the frogs croak; When summer comes, I can't bear to miss you all my life!
The summer breeze tells, the beauty of the beautiful people. Frogs croak, parting is hard.
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