Second, Yan Zi has a pair of charming words, Cuiping has twelve night peaks, and the dream soul dissipates. -Mao Xizhen's "Huanxi Shahua Xie Hongxiang Smoke Fan"
Third, I miss plum blossoms all night and suddenly go to the window to doubt that it is a gentleman. -Lutong "Thinking"
Fourth, the waves of the Yangtze River make people cry, and the west wind is white at night. -Song Wan's Wind on the River
Five, meet a drunk is the leading edge, wind and rain fell, where fell. -Su Shi's "Queqiao Fairy, Sending Chen Lingju on Tanabata"
Six, Jingzhou wheat mature cocoon into a moth, reeling recalled many clues. -Li Bai's Song of Jingzhou
Seventh, if I thought the tide was so regular, I might choose a boy by the river. -Li Yi's "Jiangnan Qu"
Eight, if there is no fate in the previous life, I hope to meet again in the next life. -Wan Le's "Answer to the Operator"
Nine, the beast furnace sinks hookah, the green marsh residual flower piece, writes the acacia biography line by line. -Zhang Kejiu's Sai Qiu Hong
Ten, the past has become empty, still like a dream. -Li Yu's "Midnight Song, How Can I Avoid the Sorrow and Hate of Life"
Eleven, if the two love for a long time, not in court. -Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge"
I'm afraid of lovesickness. I've missed lovesickness for a long time. It's my turn to miss lovesickness, and there's a trace in my brow. -Yu Yan's "Sauvignon Blanc, Folding Flowers"
Thirteen, endless acacia blood and tears throw red beans, spring flowers can not finish. -Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions
Fourteen, the bright moon building rests alone, and the wine turns into acacia tears. -Fan Zhongyan's Su Muzhe
15. If you don't miss life, you will miss it. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Gui Ling"
Sixteen, thousands of dollars to buy each other like Fu, is complaining about this situation. -Xin Qiji's "Fishing"
Seventeen, such as floating flowers and waves, accompany you alone. -Su Shi's "He Xinlang Summer Scene"
Eighteen, two lovesickness all day long, fatigue is king, bloom. -Wen Tingyun's Four Songs of Southern Song Dynasty
Nineteen, return your pearl Lacrimosa, hate not to meet before marriage. -Zhang Ji's "Woman's Song"
Twenty, the Chinese Pulsatilla goes to the waves, and one family moves the general wind. -Zheng Gu's "Fisherman on Huai River"
21, open the HarmonyOS system, who is the lover? It's all about romance. -Introduction to Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions
22 years old, but strangely, this dream is very short. -Wu Wenying's "Passing through the Old Residence of Beijing"
Twenty-three, yee seats like a bed cold jade pillow, where beauty drunk yellow flowers. -Wang Yuanliang's "Looking at Jiangnan Youzhou for Nine Days"
Twenty-four, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. -Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems
Twenty-five, unstoppable, you can sit down and save your eyebrows. -Yan Xuan's Eight Beaters, Cloud Lock, Yellow Smoke and Willow Fine.
26. I met her a long time ago, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
27 years old, single, like a flower, from the center of the cloud! Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water. -Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc"
Twenty-eight, looking for a beautiful dream, the dream is difficult to achieve. Who knows my mood at this time? Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window. -Nie Shengqiong's Partridge Sky
Twenty-nine, ice and static spring month into the boudoir, golden urn green coagulation in accordance with the sad cry. -Li Bai's Night Sitting
Thirty, think about it, hate it, hate it until it returns. -Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc"
Thirty-one, I was in tears. I heard that my husband next door came back. I will always be in my heart.
Thirty-two, ten years of life and death are boundless, and you will never forget it if you don't think about it. Xiao Xuan window, dress up, silently care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. -Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
Thirty-three years old should be unbearable, so the old man looks up to heaven and Hu Aishan, and lovesickness has no wild goose feet. -Shi Dazu's "Eight Returns, Autumn River with Rain"
Thirty-four, a little dusty, looking back at the west wind. -Wu Wenying's "Six Mysteries and Gong Ze Tanabata"
Love is blind. -Huang Ming's Collection of Hangzhou Folk Poetry
Wen Jun, 36, had two meanings, so he refused. -Zhuo Wenjun's "White-headed Song"
Thirty-seven, lingering, in Hongluoluo. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"
Thirty-eight, you know I have a husband, give me a pair of pearls. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"
Thirty-nine, after the bleak farewell, the two should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment under the moon. -Nalan Xingde's "Young Beauty"
Forty, love is afraid of thinking. Looking at the long beach, the grass is full of heart. It's hard to find two places when you are sad to sing. -Zhu Yizun's "High Balcony"
Forty-one, when Yuanyang is completely bald, the south of the Yangtze River is three thousand miles away from the north. -He Zhu's "Cherish Spring, Go through thick and thin, Harvest Spring"
Forty-two, beautiful women cry and dance, and real dragons are also mice and tigers. -Wang Xiangchun's "The Wall of the King's Temple in the Book"
Forty-three, affectionate is just a spring court, or a matter of leaving people. -Zhang Mi "The Sender"
Forty-four, tears return to the eyes, not married and not hated. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"
Forty-five, the famous flower loves the country and looks at you with a smile. -Li Bai's "Qingping Qi Diao"
Forty-six, why not acacia, bamboo on the river. -Wu Jun's "Deng Feier Temple"
Forty-seven, regret being a businessman's wife, doomed to be a fickle husband. -Xu Zaisi "Yangchun Qu is always in my heart"
48. If you succeed, why do you want to resign and die? -Lu's "Chang 'an Ancient Meaning"
Forty-nine, hate is like spring grass, still exists. -Li Yu's "Qing Ping Le"
Fifty, Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc. -Yan's Sauvignon Blanc.
Fifty-one, acacia belongs to xiaohonglou. -Xin Qiji's "Partridge Day, Xixi Western jackdaw Sorrow"
Fifty-two, the most concerned, folding plum blossoms, it is difficult to send acacia. -Be careful of "high balcony, send Chen Junheng to call"
Fifty-three, Sauvignon Blanc, destroy the heart! -Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc"
54. Once the sea is difficult for water, it will always be amber. -Yuan Zhen's Five Poems of Self-reflection
Fifty-five, when the waning moon went out, beauty spoke to tears. -Wei Zhuang's One Night in the Red Chamber by Bodhisattva Man.
Fifty-six, I don't know if my soul is broken, but I have a dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows? -Wei Zhuang's "Two Female Champions"
Fifty-seven, I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you don't miss home. -Li Chi Ngai's "Bu Operator"
Fifty-eight, Pingshan blocked the phase, and Zigui cried to the silent place. -Gao E's Jade Case, Silk is thicker than fog.
Fifty-nine, the husband did not make fifty merits, and he only cared about the eight shortages. -Lu You's A Trip to Jin Cuodao
Sixty, the west garden is limited to acacia trees, and plum blossoms are difficult to wait for Haitang. -Yuan Haowen "Partridge Sky, Waiting for Pavilion Lights to Send Cool Rain"
Sixty-one, if two feelings last for a long time, it is still a matter of time. -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"
Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night. -Yu's "Jiangling Sorrow Hope to Send"
Sixty-three, the crowd looked for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looked back, people were there, and the lights were dim. -Xin Qiji's Qingyun Case Yuan Xi
Sixty-four, no bees and butterflies want to be fragrant, and red clothes are bitter. -He Zhu's "Heart Bitter Willow Back to the Pond"
Sixty-five, cover my tears and listen to your songs. -Li Bai's Night Sitting
Sixty-six, buttonwood, it rains in the middle of the night, and it is bitter to leave. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. -Wen Tingyun's "More Leaking Three Songs"
67. What hope do I have in the darkness of our grave? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death. -Yuan Zhen's "Send Three Sad Hearts"
Sixty-eight, the clouds are light and the wind is high, the leaves fly around, the yard is cold and rainy, the moss is slight, and the boudoir people quietly cover the screen. -Gu Xun's "Huanxi Sand Cloud, Light Wind and High Leaf Flying"
Sixty-nine, thin shadow pity autumn waters, you must pity me and pity you. -Feng Xiaoqing's "complaints"
Seventy years old, a moment that should last forever, has come and gone before I know it. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
Seventy-one, this star seems to be different from last night, and the night wind Lulu stands for whom. -Huang Jingren's Two Poems of Love
Seventy-two, the beauty of the golden ladder, the basket in hand. -Chang Jian's Two Songs in Spring
Seventy-three, endless acacia blood and tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building. -Cao Xueqin's red bean words
Seventy-four, counting the traces, there are still pillow capsules and acacia. -Wu Wenying's "Man Jianghong Liu Shuozhai Fu He Juyun"
Beautiful love poems (69)
First, easy to die without dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook.
Second, on a hot day, Mr. Shu and Mrs. Huarui got up at night to spend the summer on the Maha Pool and spoke.
Third, the sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart.
Fourth, flowers and the moon are blurred, and there is no desire to look through the curtain.
Five, after the bleak farewell, the two should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment under the moon.
6. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and shed tears for others until dawn.
Seven, see Zhu thinking, haggard and fragmented to remember you.
Eight, Jinfeng Yuru won countless people as soon as they met. If two people have a long-term relationship, sooner or later!
Nine, the Qingming wind has not turned, I am cold in spring, and Lang is warm in spring.
10. I hide my stormy love in my heart so as not to let the other side have any psychological pressure. The more precious my love is, the more I cherish the love of others.
Eleven, a woman depends on her son and husband, with a poor heart living a life in Yi Shu.
Twelve, lonely bloom, beauty and Joan porch stand side by side.
Thirteen, remember to say goodbye to you, plant peach moths.
Fourteen, ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, and an inch is still inextricably linked. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
Fifteen, the most concerned, the plum blossom is broken, and acacia is difficult to send.
Sixteen, I want to see a grand fashion decline process, I will keep wishing until the sea changes rapidly, until I am close to your smiling face.
Seventeen, acacia plum blossom hair all night, suddenly to the window suspected to be a gentleman.
Eighteen, the threshold chrysanthemum sorrow smoke blue tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu.
Nineteen, in the vast sea of people, meeting, knowing each other and staying together, no matter who is, it will not be smooth sailing. Only a person who is willing to pay and know how to be grateful can have a lifetime of love and happiness.
Twenty, affectionate but always ruthless, only when you laugh, you feel uncomfortable; Candles say goodbye with tears and cry for you until dawn.
Twenty-one, from the east of Bo, the first is like a cornice. No ointment? Who is suitable for it! I am willing to talk, I am willing to take the first disease. I am willing to talk and think. It almost killed me.
Twenty-two, ask how much sadness you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Twenty-three, a fragrant dew, sex and Wushan waste heartbroken.
Twenty-four, bloom can be folded straight, don't stay without flowers and empty branches.
Twenty-five, 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.
Twenty-six, the long strip, countless fireworks, you look back with lanterns, pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
27. We want to fly in heaven, two birds become one, and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
Twenty-eight, I want to know you, and I want to live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth become one can we break with you.
Twenty-nine, I plan to get drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Thirty, love will end when it is time to end. At that time, you didn't want to end it.
Thirty-one, Cui Zunyi cried, and the red calyx was speechless.
32. Ask the world what love is and teach life and death.
33, March rain and wind crazy, closing at dusk, spring comes without leaving. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Thirty-four, thousands of trees open in the east wind night, and the sky is full of stars and rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Thirty-five, after desolation, the two should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment under the moon.
36. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Thirty-seven, arbitrarily relying on the fence, the mountains and rivers are infinite, and it is easy to see when it is difficult!
When the ends of the earth are poor, there is only endless acacia.
Thirty-nine, the fate is over, and the feelings are hard to stop. There are cliffs and endless thoughts.
Forty, there is a knife in the air, and it is difficult to cut away from sorrow.
Forty-one, what is Dong Jun, XieJiangXiang, cleverly decorated with a spring ice.
Forty-two, how can we avoid the sadness and hate of life, what is the limit of feelings!
Forty-three, the crowd searched for her for thousands of Baidu, looking back blankly, the man was there, and the lights were dim.
Forty-four, enter my acacia door, know my acacia, acacia is like a memory, and acacia is infinite.
Forty-five or seven years ago, it was hard to argue. The past spring scenery is gone, but my affection is in vain. I sing passionately at dusk, the morning breeze lingers for a thousand minutes, and the rain adds a tear. I was told who I fell in love with, and I was carried away by infinite loneliness.
46. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Forty-seven, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.
48, Xiao Xuan window, dress up, care for silence, only a thousand lines of tears.
49. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day. I drank a river.
50. since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Fifty-one, the clear water is boundless, and beauty is not hollow.
Fifty-two, Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, rushed, the cold rain came late, and the wind came late. When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Fifty-three years old, a moment that should last forever, came and went unconsciously!
Fifty-four, it is advisable to have immortals, hold Suyun Yellow Crane, and play with Jun.
Fifty-five, it is expected that Daimei will lock the Sui embankment again, but her heart will still move the Liang Garden.
Fifty-six, the wings of youth, cut the painful memory; Yesterday's tears stirred up ripples in my heart.
Fifty-seven, things are people, not everything, tears flow first.
58. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
Fifty-nine, two lovesickness all day long, fatigue is king, when bloom.
Sixty, when * * * cut the candle at the west window, it said that it was raining.
Sixty-one, with tears in your eyes, don't meet and hate before marriage.
Sixty-two, acacia missed, looking forward to the breeze.
Sixty-three, recruiters Huaiyuan Road, what is night? There are no more participants. Quit your job from now on.
Sixty-four, sentimental since ancient times. What's more, it is as cold as Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Sixty-five, acacia leaks more every night, worrying about the dry moon, missing you and missing me cold.
66. Changting Road, Cao Fang, Qingyang, is easy to walk when you are young.
67. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
68. However, when I open my eyes, I can see the lifelong troubles in your brow all night.
Sixty-nine, I'm afraid I'll go first. I'll stay until I'm drunk.
Love poems expressed in literature and art (74 pieces)
First, it seems that this star is not last night. For whom did the wind and dew stand in the dark?
Second, I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
Third, I know that I have been in love for a long time, and I am disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou.
Fourth, to the world, you are one person; But for someone, you are the world.
Five, a lonely who v .. Foreword is always faint.
6. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and shed tears for others until dawn.
There is no doubt that there is no road and there is another village.
Eight, four kings make people old, and the years are late. There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.
Nine, acacia said acacia, and Shiro hated Mandy.
X. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
1 1. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It's a thousand miles away, San Xiao idiot.
Twelve, once the sea is difficult for water, it will always be amber. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Thirteen, people feel sentimental and thin, and now they are not sentimental.
Fourteen, this past year should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
15. May I be as bright as a star and as bright as the moon.
Sixteen, there are trees on the mountain, and there are branches on the wood.
Seventeen, sad after two should be the same, the most unclear resentment is in the bright moon.
Eighteen, Mo Tao, curtain roll west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Nineteen, when there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia.
Twenty, willow green Jiang Shuiping, smell the song on the Langjiang River. Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.
Twenty-one, in the past, I left, and Yangliu was Yiyi. Today, I was thinking that it was raining.
Twenty-two, this is a sorrow that all mankind must know, but it is not as people who have been poor together know.
23, we hope to fly in the sky, two birds grow together on the ground with one wing, two branches of a tree. ..
Shen Yan, a 24-year-old fish, traveled around the world and began to believe in the separation of human beings.
Twenty-five, life and death are rich, Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
Twenty-six, the Millennium dream, the past is as light as water. At the end of the song, people are scattered. The Millennium dream was awakened.
Twenty-seven, two lovesickness all day long, fatigue is king, bloom.
Twenty-eight, suddenly looking back, the man was there, the lights were dim.
Twenty-nine, life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.
Thirty years, ten years, life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I am unforgettable, I am alone in the grave, and there is nowhere to talk.
Thirty-one, I was going to say I'll come back before I respect you, but I didn't say spring.
Thirty-two, tears return to the eyes, not married and not hated.
Thirty-three, Pengshan has no way so far, and the bluebird looks forward to it.
34. This situation cannot be eliminated. You can only frown but mind.
Thirty-five, sunrise in the east, sunset in the west, the road is sunny but sunny.
Thirty-six, if the two love for a long time, sooner or later.
37. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Thirty-eight, spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.
Thirty-nine, if you want to send a colorful ruler, where the mountains are long and where the water is wide.
Forty, one flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.
Forty-one, I am like a mountain in my eyes, and I am like a stone Buddha.
Forty-two, the bright moon building rests alone, and the wine turns into acacia tears.
Forty-three, Xiaosonggang, the moon is like frost, and people are also hurt like floating flowers. Ten years, three thousand years, I hope we don't forget each other.
Forty-four, Xiao Xuan window, is dressing, care for nothing, only a thousand lines of tears.
45. Remember that your heart is like the West River, which flows eastward day and night.
46. Ask the world what love is and teach life and death.
47 years old, a moment that should last forever, came and went before I realized it!
Forty-eight, the fate is over, and the feelings are hard to stop. There are cliffs and endless thoughts.
Forty-nine, an inch of acacia, there is no arrangement in the world.
Fifty, looking for a beautiful dream, the dream is difficult to achieve. Who knows my mood at this time? Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window.
Fifty-one, there is a beautiful woman, I don't forget, I haven't seen her for a day, and I feel crazy.
52. Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, and an inch is still inextricably linked.
Fifty-three, Acacia plum blossoms stayed up all night, and suddenly I was suspicious of the window.
Fifty-four, the sky is not old, it is difficult to get rid of it. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Fifty-five, the Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
Fifty-six, after singing all the new words, I can't see them. Xia Hong sang against the trees.
Fifty-seven, fate is like water, and feelings are scattered and gathered.
Fifty-eight, buttonwood, it rains in the middle of the night, and it is bitter to leave. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
Fifty-nine, if you don't miss life, you will miss it and you will miss it.
Sixty years, life and death are two boundless! Never think, never forget.
Sixty-one, Guan Guan's dove is in Hezhou. Ladies make gentlemen.
Sixty-two, people don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
Love is blind. The color is unattractive and fascinating.
Sixty-four, the red candle reflects my face and my hair is beautiful. I hope to be wholeheartedly with me from the ends of the earth.
Sixty-five, if the relationship is long, it is still in the morning and evening.
He is infatuated with love, and there is no place in the world where he misses it.
Sixty-seven, mountains without graves, rivers without exhaustion, Lei Zhen in winter, rain and snow in summer, heaven and earth are one, but dare to be with you!
Sixty-eight, enter my lovesick door, know that I miss you, long love is like memories, and short love is infinite.
Sixty-nine, the mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are one, but dare to be with you.
Seventy, affectionate is just a matter of spring court or leaving people.
Seventy-one, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever.
Seventy-two, half a paper, no weight, you can carry a load.
Seventy-three, only the eyes will open all night, that is a lifelong worry in your brow.
Seventy-four, don't pluck the strings. Bitter to say. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Philosophical love poems (74)
First, last year today, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
Second, desolation should be the same as the other two. At most, it is impossible to clear the grievances in the middle of the month.
Third, after parting, remember to meet each other and dream of being with you several times.
Fourth, the green scorpion, leisurely in my heart. If I didn't go to see you, didn't you receive my letter? Green is what you wear, and leisurely is my feeling. If I never visit you, can't you take the initiative?
Five, bonuses are easy to decline, such as Lang Yi, and the water flow is infinite.
Sixth, the knot is husband and wife, and there is no doubt about love.
Seven, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.
Eight, how can we live together and not die?
Nine, the sunrise in the east and the rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny.
Ten, Guan Guan Luo Yu, in Hezhou. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right.
Eleven, the moon photography, but also Heng E saw me crazy.
Twelve, once the sea is difficult for water, it will always be amber.
Thirteen, when will acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward.
14. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't resist this yearning, but that you pretend that you are not in your heart at all and dig an insurmountable ditch for the person who loves you with your cold heart.
15. When those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Sixteen, an inch of acacia, there is no arrangement in the world.
Seventeen, acacia plum blossom hair all night, suddenly to the window suspected to be a gentleman.
18. If you don't love him, don't show him off. Showing off to him only shows that you still care about his ideas and that you are still infatuated with him. Seeing this embarrassment, he will only be convinced that you have never forgotten him.
Nineteen, don't pluck the strings. Bitter to say. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Twenty, Pengshan has no roads, and the bluebird looks forward to it.
21. If the road dust is raised and the cement is muddy, when can we meet in harmony?
Twenty-two, I plan to get drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
Twenty-three, ruthless bright moon, sentient beings return to dreams, and go to the secluded boudoir together.
Twenty-four, holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless.
At the age of 25, silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Twenty-six, how can we live together without dying?
Twenty-seven, lift a finger, two of a kind.
Twenty-eight, two lovesickness all day long, fatigue is king, bloom.
29, ask the world, what is love, teach life and death.
30. The saddest and most disturbing thing is not knowing the moment of losing one's loved one, but still wandering and not knowing that it has been lost.
Thirty-one years old, a moment that should last forever, came and went unconsciously.
Thirty-two, maybe I didn't mean to pass on two butterflies and pay for my heart.
Thirty-three, thousands of dollars to buy the other person's favorite Fu, is to complain about this situation.
Thirty-four, a piece of paper and a half is not heavy, so sad and inclusive.
Thirty-five, acacia said acacia, and Shiro hated Mandy.
Thirty-six plans, if you don't miss it all your life, you will miss it and hurt you.
Thirty-seven, for my heart, for your heart, I know each other and remember each other deeply.
Thirty-eight, Tianjie was drunk by the beauty bank, and Liangzhi moved into the black towel.
When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia.
Forty years old, although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
Forty-one, the bright moon building rests alone, and the wine turns into acacia tears.
Forty-two, the West Garden is limited to acacia trees, and plum blossoms are difficult to wait for Haitang.
43, we hope to fly in the sky, two birds grow together on the ground with one wing, two branches of a tree. ..
Forty-four, Hengfen Road, take care when you are lonely. The smoke is still flat. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.
Forty-five, how to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. To this end, I begged the Buddha for 500 years and asked him to let us have a dusty relationship.
46. If you don't miss life, you will miss it and you will miss it.
Forty-seven, tearful eyes ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Forty-eight, after the name Princess Lanchai was broadcast, I was stunned by the face of the king.
Forty-nine, don't change your hair with flowers. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? .
Fifty, for my heart, for your heart, know each other and remember each other deeply.
Fifty-one, Guan Guanluo dove, in Hezhou. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.
Fifty-two, the bright moon is unfamiliar and hates bitterness, and it wears Zhu Hu obliquely.
I know this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .
Fifty-four, thin shadow self-pity, you have to pity me and pity you.
Fifty-five, jathyapple's dream curtain, ten miles of tenderness in the spring breeze.
Fifty-six, he was born infatuated, and there is no place for lovesickness in the world.
Fifty-seven, hate like spring grass, you can go further and live better.
Fifty-eight, you have to send colorful stationery and rulers to know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide.
Fifty-nine, don't come to Le Shu, half a year old, one inch away from the intestines.
Sixty, spring mountain smoke is about to be collected, the sky is light and the stars are small, and the face of the waning moon is bright. Don't cry. Talk a lot, but I still have feelings. In retrospect, I remember the green silk clothes and even the fragrant grass, when you, my love, rode on a bamboo horse, trotted around and threw green plums everywhere.
Shen Yan, a 61-year-old fish, traveled all over the world, and he began to believe in the separation of human beings.
Sixty-two, I know that I have been in love for a long time and I am disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou.
Sixty-three, dark acacia, nowhere to say, melancholy night foggy month.
Sixty-four, I felt your husband's love. Looking back, tears filled my eyes.
Sixty-five, people feel sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental.
Sixty-six, remember that the heart is like the West River, and it flows east day and night.
Sixty-seven, ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, and an inch is still inextricably linked.
Sixty-eight, flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Sixty-nine, after the bleak farewell, the two should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment under the moon.
Seventy, lovesickness has no words, don't waste your tears on flowers.
Seventy-one, don't hesitate to sing Yangchun if you have a bosom friend.
At the age of seventy-two, she gave him a word through his messenger to remind him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.
Seventy-three, the belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it. I am emaciated by Iraq.
Seventy-four, be there or be square, how can you be ruthless.