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Managing purple wind chimes with life

In the rainy years

There is a warm song floating in my ear.

In the years accompanied by wind chimes

Wake me up from my confusion

Whether it's day or night or dusk and dawn.

Hanging purple wind chimes

Constantly echoing in my heart

Bell, bell, bell, bell.

The bell rang my dream.

The bell rang my heart.

The bell stung my heart.

Ring my love, my feelings.

The years are seamless, leaving sorrow and parting.

Forever and ever, my loyalty has not changed.

My purple wind chime

Spring, summer, autumn and winter are the songs of time.

The original green leaves also left the branches.

The yellow leaves of sadness have fallen.

Snow has lost its original color.

Explode my heart.

A dazzling and romantic starry sky

Attractive bright moonlight.

Think about how long it's been since I watched the stars with you.

I feel bitter and sad.

The ups and downs of life deprived me of a lot of happiness that you should enjoy.

Suddenly there was a long-lost bell, bell, bell, bell.

My purple wind chime, thank you for your persistence.

Calm down and feel the breeze gently.

Listen to the sweet bell sounded by purple wind chimes, bell.

The voice is crisp and memories come to mind.

My heart suddenly lost consciousness with pain.

Sleeping in the fantasy of making a promise

Soft Mao Mao rain.

It entered my memory.

Pieces of clean white clouds

Floating in the sky I looked up at.

As the bell rang, the bell faded away.

The fire of commitment kindled in my heart.

Still trying to look forward to it

The purple ones are long and swaying.

Extremely sad

As clear as spring water

Drops of reluctant blood flow.

My promise

My purple wind chime

I don't want you to swing in the wind.

I don't want you wandering in the big waves.

My purple wind chime

I can't bear to let you continue to bear the wind and waves.

I've been working hard for your purple wind chimes.

I hope you can always be by my side one day.

Don't face the stormy waves

Under the head.

Looking at the debris scattered on the ground.

The paper crane is at the foot of the wind chime.

Reminds me of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

Thousands of miles away, tears keep my heart.

Probably because of my willfulness.

Maybe it's because of the slight wind.

The winged paper crane didn't soar in the blue sky.

Purple wind chimes

The breeze blows up your charming hair.

Looking at you affectionately, you are still beautiful, chic and charming.

The sunset glow reflects your smiling face.

It is still so bright and crimson that I can't bear to reach out and touch it.

Your figure is reflected exquisitely by the bright sunshine.

Charming as always, attracting my attention.

The bell, the bell is still gently soothing.

The bell, the bell is still quietly reminding me.

Bells, bells are still trickling greetings.

The bell is still a gentle and lingering bell.

I'm still looking for the bell

Looking for your beautiful trace

As the bell steps on the road of life.

I like purple wind chimes.

I use the wind of life

Blowing you to be a sweet bell forever, bell.

My purple wind chime, you woke my heart.

My purple wind chime, you woke up my life.

My purple wind chime.

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wind bell

Yu Guangzhong

My heart is a wind chime hanging under the eaves of seven floors.

Ding Ning.

One by one, knocking on a person's name

Do you feel a slight earthquake on the tower?

This is a silent pulse, which keeps going day and night.

Did you hear that? Knock, knock, knock.

This annoying tone cannot be banned.

Unless all the winds turn.

Take off the bell and knock down the tower.

Just because my heart is a high and low wind chime

Ding Ning.

Rise in succession

Knock on a person's name

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There are three songs in it.

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Broken wind chime

Foreword: A broken wind chime broke my heart. When the wind blows again, it won't jingle any more. The laughter and laughter of the past remained. It was not the wind that gave her up, but she chose to look forward to the happiness of the past.

A broken wind chime,

Parts were scattered all over the floor.

That is a string of blue heart-shaped wind chimes.

When it was cut off,

That's great.

Just for a moment.

What's left is a ray of sadness.

The blue heart is separated from the line.

There's a voice in my ear,

It sounds sweet and harsh.

My heart is completely broken,

My heart is really broken.

The life of wind chimes is over.

When the wind blows as usual,

Still gently, gently.

There seems to be something missing,

There is no sound of wind chimes.

She stopped jingling.

The laughter of the past has disappeared,

Leaving only vague memories,

Some sad memories.

Wind chimes! Wind chimes!

I miss your old voice;

I miss your optimistic mood;

I miss your happy face.

Can you give me another sincere smile?

It's heartbreaking Let's glue it together.

The wire is broken. Let's connect.

And hung you in the window.

Let the wind blow your heart again,

Let you make a sweet jingle again.

How about wind chimes?

Broken heart, sticky, and a scar.

The thread broke and then there was a knot.

Never, never, never go back to the original state.

You might as well let me hide in the corner,

Look up to happiness with the happiness I once had.

Finally, she hid in a corner.

Looking up at her happiness.

No laughing, no crying, calm and quiet.

Wind chimes, this is not you.

Think of you in the past, how happy you are.

Don't you remember?

I see-

Some pasts are not forgotten, but unwilling to touch.

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Swinging wind chimes

Author Tu Xiangqi (Tu Xiangqi) Nanchang

tuxiangqi@eyou.com

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Old wind chimes

Still crying in the wind

A song without lyrics.

The sad voice of generations, generations, years and decades.

The wind was eclipsed.

The rain is rustling.

Touch the darkness and suffering of the bright moon and the dark sky.

Prodigal son or prodigal son.

Black hair is stained with frost.

And the bluestone in the heart song

Slowly swallowed up by several rains.

Only a wandering life.

Destined to wander all his life.

People are long gone.

Frequently ask

Disappear in front of the window

That lamp is old and quiet.

Swinging wind chimes