2. Whose lovesickness is broken, and Red Bean asks why you are in love?
3. Sophora japonica means acacia; Acacia chain is worn by acacia beans, the color is like blood, just like that unforgettable love, which has never been forgotten from generation to generation.
Peach blossom is the wound of the earth, and red bean is the lingering of the earth.
You said, you will come back, you will come back soon. The moment we planted red beans and blossomed, it was the moment you came back. So, I believed it. I believe so seriously, so simple, so stupid, so ridiculous. Only you know that red beans can't bloom, and only I pretend I don't know or understand anything, because it died the moment you left.
6. When I came to Meihua Mountain, I found that there were a lot of people coming today, with traffic and tourists. Many families like us come to enjoy plum blossoms, and some couples come together. There are several plum trees at the entrance of Meihua Mountain. Most of their stamens are not in full bloom, like many small red beans.
7. After class, I was the first to walk out of the classroom and look around. That's great. I first approached the red bean flower and smelled it. It has no taste. I licked it again, and it was tasteless. Finally, I made up my mind to try. It turned out to be fake flowers. Although it is a fake flower, it is also very popular.
8. After class, I was the first to walk out of the classroom and look around. That's great. I first approached the red bean flower and smelled it. It has no taste. I licked it again, and it was tasteless. Finally, I made up my mind to try. It turned out to be fake flowers. Although it is a fake flower, it is also very popular.
9. I made an appointment to cross Tang Ling Road, just like flowers and green bamboo. Since then, I have never been negative. Today, I have been blessed by the harp, and tomorrow, the shadow will only dance solo. After I left, I waited in my heart alone. After I left, I quietly watched the flowers fade away. After I left, I drank a glass of Lancome red bean wine. After I left, I enjoyed this irreparable sadness alone. After I left, I mourned the crushed lonely shadow. After I left, I was indifferent to the flowers on the other side.
10. Apricot flowers on the shore, once in spring and summer, the dream is wet and empty, the flowers are like bamboo shoots, and the flowers are like quicksand at the fingertips. In the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and singing nightmares at night, life has been so difficult, but it has always been a short encounter. Put down the sand you can't catch. The candlelight in Jiangnan is vaguely like yesterday. The colors in the south of the Yangtze River are thick and carefree. Jiangnan greenhouse alone, meet to throw red beans.
1 1. Apricot flowers on the shore, once in spring and summer, the dream is wet and empty, the flowers are like bamboo shoots, and the flowers are like quicksand at the fingertips. In the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and singing nightmares at night, life has been so difficult, but it has always been a short encounter. Put down the sand you can't catch. The candlelight in Jiangnan is vaguely like yesterday. The colors in the south of the Yangtze River are thick and carefree. Jiangnan greenhouse alone, meet to throw red beans.
12. It is said that the red beans in the south are entrusted with infinite acacia, but the acacia of red beans is only buried in their hearts. The snow in early spring and February, although her life is short and the years fly by, is like an understanding angel, dancing softly and freely with her holiness and innocence, dancing with colorful acacia. When she melted away, she turned that clean, elegant and lovesickness into a tinkling spring, lingering with the earth and mountains, nourishing the boundless Yuan Ye with that lovesickness, and gestating another blooming spring.
13. Endless acacia, red bean with blood and tears, endless spring willow. I can't sleep well. After the stormy autumn window, I can't forget the new troubles and the old ones. I can't swallow enough jade grains and golden jars to choke my throat, and I can't describe my thinness in the mirror. I just can't forget the past, and I can't hide my feelings.
14. The flowers in hyacinthus orientalis have withered, but the red beans in spring have not blossomed.
15. The flower diameter is leaking, and the sleeves are fine. The pillow is fragrant and fragrant, and it is the fiber of cardamom. In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, that man's words are fragrant with my life, and my snake dance has broken a little charm among the flowers in his dream.