The brief beginning of ancient aesthetic composition is 1. At both ends of life, we stand on the other side of each other.
2, the edge of the edge is like water, with a lot of dust, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.
Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.
That's it, the mountains and rivers will never meet again.
5, don't look back, why not forget. Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.
6, the heart is micro-moving, but far away, things are wrong, people are wrong, things are wrong, and the past cannot be chased.
7. Let him know everything and smile at you.
8. Send a song to Jun, and don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
The classic composition of ancient aesthetics began in the boundless years. Who will my song be sung for? Holding the memory of Huang, you said that red-violet's heart was only the last fragrance at the fingertips. I can't find the gentlest time in the south of the Yangtze River. I lock you in the garden and sing softly. Orchids are everywhere. I touch someone's long-lost tears. A drop of rain drenches my afterlife habitat, waiting for you to fall into poetic hesitation, such as fog, and finally become your gentle face, wandering against my youth.
Broken bridge, residual snow, you quietly river without a boat, my wind rustling, whose thoughts fall on the horseshoe, the blue man has left the south of the Yangtze River. I am embedded in the iron, who is playing the sword, singing the frivolous teenager, the night when there are few stars in the moon, and your shadow and dance are messy. I still remember the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival that year. Your beauty fascinated me so much.
You smile, wading in the water reflects the cold, and you are as white as a lotus. If you are good at water sports, you will be exhausted. Your flowers will make my lonely garden, pavilions sing late, and the world will be heartbroken. I can only look forward to my life attachment all the way.
In fishing songs, the lotus blooms late and the plum rains are silent.
Broken bridge and falling snow, like flowing water, your dusk buried the warmth of my dawn, so I relaxed you and looked at the pavilion, and the east wind thinned your face. A falling rain will overcome countless lovesickness.