Recalling the funeral

When I went to work and hang around in another person's MSN space, I opened a link without knowing it. It was the flash version of "funeral. Open, although flash itself is generally done, but the music is very beautiful, it is Xiao Sheng. When the youth bloomed, I watched A Dream of Red Mansions and sang the song "". unconsciously, I got involved in this artistic conception: the petals are falling into the film, colorful and scattered with water, the melancholy in the sky seems to be pervasive ...... Love ah, I do not know how, silent, no depending on the body, the heart without trust, waiting for the red fragrance residual, who pity? At the end of the day, where is xiangqiu?

As a result, one morning is filled with the music "Flowers fall into the dead, and there is xiangqiu at the end of the day"

Appendix:

Funeral Yin

Flowers and flowers are full of days. Who is the pity of the red fragrance?

You silk soft system with spring breeze, flushed in the air and flushed in the embroidery curtain.

The daughter of the boudoir was full of sorrow;

Hand-held flowers are embroidered, and you can't bear them.

Liu sigu pod from fangfei, regardless of peach and Li Fei.

Tao and Li can send it again next year. Who will they know next year?

In March, xiangchao was built, and the swallow in liangjian was so heartless!

Although the flowers can be sniped next year, they will not go to the empty nest.

On the 15th day of a year, the wind, the frost, and the sword are fierce;

When can the beautiful fresh Yan be searched.

Flowers are easy to see, difficult to find, before the order of smothered;

Alone rely on flowers and tears dark sprinkling, sprinkling over the branches to see blood marks.

The cuckoo was quiet at dusk, and the lotus leaf went back to cover the door.

When a person goes to bed, the window is not warm.

Strange slaves often hurt god, half pity spring half angry spring;

Pity spring suddenly to angry suddenly, to again without words to not smell.

I know the flowers and birds?

The soul of the birds is hard to stay, and the birds are ashamed of themselves.

May the slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.

At the end of the day, where is xiangqiu?

If the tip is not brilliant, a pure land mask.

The essence is also clean, better than the pollution trap channel.

Today, I am dead, And I am buried. Why am I lost?

Nong Jin's funeral flower man smiled and said, "Who is his funeral?

In the spring when the flowers are lost, it is the time when the face is red.