Acacia became sick.
The bright moon in the small building cares about the whole city, and the fruit is unclear.
Endless lovesickness and melancholy night, the west wind suddenly chills the jade flute.
I was careless on valentine's day.
Feelings are like early spring, and festivals are more like people under the moon.
Misty rain blurred, absolute beauty gradually fell in love with.
I didn't expect it to be a dream, but I dyed my eyes.
When we meet, if we love each other, we will enjoy beautiful kindness.
If my confidence in youth decreases, I will have an unfinished career.
Like a forgotten Buddha, like a scene, there are no flowers anywhere.
The blue is suddenly cold and the north wind is late, and the red beans are slightly rainy.
I am still holding flowers before I am old, and the snow is cold.
The voice of residual leakage gradually destroyed his eyebrows, and it rained heavily.
But it's already very sad, and it's very uncomfortable to look at it.
Bloom still can't forget Yan Ruyu, and the wine suddenly filled with tears.
At the beginning of a big dream, who am I? Once, Liang Zhu became a butterfly.
Chinese wistaria
Hua Teng purple water, culvert pool with light pulse.
Lonely and quiet, quiet and elegant.
Leng Yue is colored, and the breeze moves purple bells.
The fragrance is not easy to detect, only duckweed is visible.
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It is a long time to give thanks and sacrifice fickle feelings, and the path cannot be drawn.
The fragrance is not over, and the infatuation is not dead.
Thanksgiving night to send empty dreams, worship the ancient emperor's name.
Don't forget to climb mountains and waves, Shunhua is always in the city.
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Pushing away the silent people, breaking the willow sound and heartbroken.
The past is like smoke, and I look forward to being more confused.
2. The poem describing feelings is 1. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.
From: Tang Yuanzhen's Five Poems from Thinking (4).
I have been to the seaside, and there is not enough water in other places; Clouds in other places are not called clouds except Wushan Mountain.
2. How much trouble can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
Said by: When is the autumn moon of Li Yuchun in the Five Dynasties?
Ask me how much sadness there is in my heart, just like this endless spring water rolling east.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed.
From: untitled time was long before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.
The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. Moreover, the weather in late spring, when the east wind is about to harvest, makes people feel even more sad.
4. A person is a stranger in a foreign land, and misses his relatives on holidays.
Said by: Don Wang Wei, I miss my Shandong brothers on vacation in the mountains.
Being alone is always a bit bleak, and I miss my distant relatives every time I go to the Double Ninth Festival.
5, who wants to say acacia, shallow lovers don't know.
From: Sauvignon Blanc in Song Yan Dao Ji.
Who can I tell about this lovesickness? A fickle and ungrateful person cannot understand it.
3. Kneel down and beg for love poems. You can write your own poems, but you should be poetic and elegant, and you can 1. A mountain can't be separated by two lovesickness, and the horizon can't be separated by two words of silence. I miss you with my life, drinking that bowl of dream soup alone, burying myself between mountains and bones, listening to the trickle of water, the breeze dancing with the fallen flowers. Listening to the wind, I can't finish reading the thoughts of my life, and running water can't finish reading the love of my world.
Operation 20 14-5-26, the third floor of the building owner of the monster outside the sky. 2. At the flick of a finger, the song flies and the thoughts are wasted; Striking the strings, like a slender wind, who do you miss? The feelings around the fingers and the attachment of life have interpreted the homesickness year after year in the sound of pipa and piano; Love is deep, loneliness is hard to hide, and whispers in my ears are like sighs when flowers fall; Love is endless, and everyone will feel pity when they are lonely all their lives, spreading silently in the hazy air; The flood of running water, with all the breeze, dyed the writing paper white. 20 14-5-26, 4th floor, demon man in outer space, dancing the bright moon in the breeze, dreaming of falling flowers.
When I wake up, it seems like a lifetime ago, and my brow is full of acacia. Lonely in the world, drunk and dreamy, insatiable.
Worried thoughts have no boundaries. A person in front of the window, letting the wind blow, watching the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you stroking the jade emperor again and playing the strings drunk? Looking at the Millennium, prosperity has passed, but my infatuation has not changed.
It's a pity that after wandering for several times, it's still sweet talk among the flowers in my dream. 20 14-5-26, 5th floor, the demon male landlord outside the sky, runs a world of mortals, with a thousand-year fate and a few strands of acacia separated from each other. How many old dreams have you escaped? On the water side, I would like to take a boat with lotus fragrance, cross Qin Mingyue and tang style Song Yun, and find you on the vast Xizi Lake! I just want to ring for you every night when I miss you, gently; I just want to smile for you and erase the dust of your life! Operation at 20 14-5-26, 6th floor of Tianwai Yaonan Building; If possible, I can accompany you for a thousand years, I just want to look at you and smile; If you like, I am willing to accompany you forever, I just want to accompany you forever.
Your face is like a lotus in my heart. The sunset sprinkles ink and whispers softly, and several fireworks fly all over the sky in an instant. Are you still sitting in a long pavilion, with sandy jade fingers, wrapped in the warmth of the breeze, drawing the horizon and starting from the Mekong River?
20 14-5-26, 7th floor, the demon man in outer space treats his feelings as wounds. How many people suffer, how many memories are destroyed, how many feelings are sad, how many cold days have passed, and how many thoughts are gone. Even if the moth puts out the fire, it still has no hesitation, only looking at the feeling, hurting people and hurting themselves, but it can't be cut off all its life, shedding a tear of unforgettable love and having a drink. If you are my lotus, let me keep a long-term affection for you in my life. 20 14-5-26, 8th floor, the demon male landlord outside the sky, runs a melody, full of vicissitudes of life, full of fragrance, which makes the thoughts in the world disappear without a trace. It dances between your fingers, plays a romantic and sad song, and carries a breeze through the dust of the Millennium.
20 14-5-26, 9th floor, demon man in outer space, if life is just like the first time, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before.
Love doesn't have to die, the fragrance is just right, and ruthlessness doesn't necessarily mean rejection. I just want you to remember: Love at first sight smiles at each other. Operation 1, building 10, building 14-5-26. Even the seven oceans will dry up
Even Wan Li will fall apart. In this world, all kinds of places where you will go come and go like the tide.
2. Fate has come and gone, but it's just a dream, and it wakes up without a trace. If you want to turn intoxication into sadness, singing can't hurt your heart! The dream of five thousand years is endless. Can you see the poems left behind when you dream back to Datang? Wan Li has no feelings, a chord that Long song can hear? This is a quiet year, and how many beauties the hero has lost.
There is no new chapter in the past, so it is difficult to stay in the old garden. 6. The world has changed, but the heart is not beyond the sea. Main building operation 12 floor 20 14-5-30 I still remember the first meeting outside the city, and the green skirt danced with the wind; Smile and sing like jade, a little intoxicating charm.
Under the lamp, the light is beautiful, half shy and half fatalistic; The faint fragrance is overflowing, and you can't help feeling pity in the arms of jade people. The owner of the main building,13rd floor, 20 14-5-30, runs the world, and my heart is with me! Origin and fate are separated, everything follows fate, and heaven and earth are self-centered.
The moon shadows walk in pairs, laughing at the Wulin hand in hand, looking back, and reflecting the heart. A road, a love, a lifetime, together.
Two hearts, two feelings, walking slowly hand in hand under the moon. Don't look back, and remember that the moon whispered.
Treasure it! Yu Yingying Xia Hongyun Exhibition, why not teach people to miss it; Three points cold and three points smile, a little temptation is very charming. The heart goes with people and the body is sent with duckweed; The letter is still in my ears, but I can't give up easily.
Negative pro-kindness in the class, inch paper words; Go to the end of the world and never leave! Heartbroken and speechless, I shed tears and screamed in the sky, and my dream went up in smoke. If you ask when Dongfeng will leave, don't forget to send an old dream.
The moon shadows walk in pairs, and the breeze smiles; Don't forget the moon tonight, the bright moon is the first time the matchmaker met on 20 14+04+04-5-30, and the witty scene is beautiful. Poor that month, speechless and lingering! I remember that month, the sea of clouds disappeared, and I only remembered dusk. The operation of 20 14-5-30, the main building of Tianwai Yaoren, is as light as running water, as fragrant as lotus, as white as snow and as proud as heaven.
Flowers like a dream, a little youth, is fate, condensation fog, how much care. The magic man from outer space asked heaven and earth, who is in charge of the ups and downs of the world, watching the mountains and rivers, and I monopolize the beautiful scenery.
The legendary swordsman, countless swords and shadows, lamenting the world and clinging to life! Sky-blue clothes, like Yulang, are busy all the way, entering Chang 'an, passing Luoyang and Jinan.
4. Poems describing feelings. At that time, you were a butterfly, and I was a fallen flower, which broke my heart. In that life, you were a star, I was a crescent moon, and my shadow was wrong. At that time, you were a singer and I was a pipa. In troubled times, I deeply love this world, and the hidden mirror flowers and the wisp of smoke passed down from generation to generation are dotted with fairy tales that you and I have become attached to. Is that you? Is that you? I am waiting for your metempsychosis answer! At that time, you were firewood, I was a flame, and the marriage burned out. At that time, you were the fingertip, I was the string, and the string fell. Flowers lingered at that time, you were a lonely goose, and I was the blue sky. After the wing marks have passed, there is only a period left.
You have gone too far, so far that I can't tell your expression at that time. I desperately regressed, regressed, just to see your last fable engraved in the fleeting time. There is no sea. I want to be a quiet red lotus in your life and bloom for you. I want to be a kite that you fly in the sky, and hold the touching picture with a line distance. I knelt in front of the Buddha for thousands of years, and you finally didn't appear on the edge of the dream.
My voice echoed by the Sansheng Stone, and the regret that the Naihe Bridge has been broken and withered will reappear in the next reincarnation.
Fade, quietly fade, dim, but so dim. Commitment is so short in the length of time, but opening the door is so short. Whose figure is so lonely, who is shouting at the end? ...
5. Ask for help from an ancient poem about love that I made up myself. I have written a lot about this. Acacia becomes a disease, a small building with a bright moon and a beautiful city, and the fruit is unknown because of the knot.
Endless lovesickness and melancholy night, the west wind suddenly chills the jade flute. I was careless on valentine's day.
Feelings are like early spring, and festivals are more like people under the moon. Misty rain blurred, absolute beauty gradually fell in love with.
I didn't expect it to be a dream, but I dyed my eyes. When we meet, if we love each other, we will enjoy beautiful kindness.
If my confidence in youth decreases, I will have an unfinished career.
Like a forgotten Buddha, like a scene, there are no flowers anywhere. The blue is suddenly cold and the north wind is late, and the red beans are slightly rainy.
I am still holding flowers before I am old, and the snow is cold.
The voice of residual leakage gradually destroyed his eyebrows, and it rained heavily.
But it's already very sad, and it's very uncomfortable to look at it. Bloom still can't forget Yan Ruyu, and the wine suddenly filled with tears.
At the beginning of a big dream, who am I? Once, Liang Zhu became a butterfly. Wisteria flowers span Hua Teng purple, and the culvert pool is light.
Lonely and quiet, quiet and elegant. Leng Yue is colored, and the breeze moves purple bells.
The fragrance is not easy to detect, only duckweed is visible. Hibiscus flowers are long and changeable, and the path is too complicated to draw.
The fragrance is not over, and the infatuation is not dead. Thanksgiving night to send empty dreams, worship the ancient emperor's name.
Don't forget to climb mountains and waves, Shunhua is always in the city. Untitled people are speechless, and the sound of breaking willows is heartbroken.
The past is like smoke, and I look forward to being more confused.