Weak water has a soft spot of 3 thousand, flowers and blue sky live and die * * *
Staggered sadness, I hope that step will never disappear. Dancing without meaning, you sigh Wan Li to stop.
Even if the world sings, it is not as good as you and me.
Plain clothes, a little smile, a lifetime of affection, light appearance, only willing to grow old for you.
Who turns the bleak music of Yuefu, the wind is rustling, the rain is rustling, and the snuff is thin all night.
Silent pear blossoms, with faint luster, float away gently and enter the painting with the wind.
Love is like wind, meaning is like smoke, and pipa has been played for thousands of years.
Time flies, whether people know it or not, it's another autumn, and bloom is melting with the snow. The hair has changed to white head. Who knows how many times to look back in my life?
Time is very quiet, talking to you; The trickle of water is with you in the year; Prosperous, you are old. . .
Things are like lotus, pure and elegant, not dirty and dirty, and look down on glitz.
An idea of bloom, an idea of bloom. After all, this world with high mountains and high waters has to go on by itself.
Give you the gentleness of the whole city and love me for half my life.
There are countless fireworks in the long street. You look back with the lights, the pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
If life is just like the first time, being a Taoist is not the same.
The past is dark, the color is clear and bright. After years of sorrow and joy, it is as clean as a mirror and as quiet as washing.
If you can be happy and stable in this life, who wants to be displaced?
I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm passionate about it. what can I do? I am as beautiful as flowers and jade, and finally I get lost, like water passing by.
If I am white-haired and my face is withered, will you still hold my hand and be gentle?
I will go on until the river blocks my way, and there is no poverty and no water. There is indeed a delicate fragrance, cold in the eyes, cold in the ears and cold on the clothes.
The years are quiet and the night is gentle. How dare I grow old before you come?