Time is unintentionally named? | Once named memories?
Sunset, sunset in Japan and America | Rain, rain, silence and sadness
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood.
Don't return the stationery | Leave me empty to sing the funeral of the bones.
The old friend loves the desolate north | Mu Chengnan's time north
If she just turned her head and smiled, there would be a hundred spells | smiling back.
He traded ten years for your innocence | I traded my life for your carefree life.
-fireworks get cold easily |-infatuation is fragile.
When I see it, I miss it, and I have two knots, and I have a candle scissors at the west window.
The flute on the moon is lingering, and the clouds are blue and the sleeves reflect the eyebrows.
The beauty of a half-life is only drunk for one person | the sorrow of a half-life is only hurt for one person.
Mo Li in Beichen Shallow Lane | Mo Xi in Wang Ruoyi Shallow Dream
Helpless smile | Lu Weiwei
Shaggy for Iraq | Shame on you
The string is broken, and generations of joys and sorrows are broken | The flowers have fallen, and how many vicissitudes have fallen.
No one can spend all the time flying snow.
Looking back and sighing | Floating to cross 3,000 roads
Late summer early summer early summer. Long summer and late summer are inseparable.
Ups and downs, C. | ups and downs C.
The time of that year hasn't arrived yet | Now, dusk has passed.
Whose clothes cover my shoulders | whose loneliness covers my clothes.
How many flowers fall in the dream | Pear blossoms reflect clearly.
Moon in the water, Su Lan, lying in Huayin mottled mirror.
Beautiful jade | west of the city
Childe chinese odyssey. | Beautiful as a fairy.
He Cuiming of Western Chu. | Dong Xian He Lufei.
Light rhyme, Yin Fei, drunk fireworks | Singing softly, singing happily, brightly lit.
The waning moon shines on the lonely building, and Fijians sing a song | The sunset reflects the grass boat and drinks a cool glass.
Shallow rhyme, low voice, drunk fireworks | Still water, deep water, surging, singing.
Rain rests in the south of the Yangtze River, and Xiao stays in jathyapple, Chang 'an.
An empty city, an old dream, a slip of the tongue.
The whole city only smiles for her | The whole city only smiles for loving him.
Andrew and Jun are absolutely in harmony | Never teach life and death to be lovesick.
Men are like smoke; Women are like flowers and thorns.
I am your supreme bride. You are my gentlest groom.
Don't be your man in the afterlife | Don't be your woman in the afterlife.
Who sings in the wind, who waits in the dream,
A truly beautiful man | A smiling woman.
I'm willing to wait for bloom, and wait for the flowers to fall | I just want you and me to accompany me.
The sunshine may not be warm | The night may not be sad.
It's cold at the end of the season and warm in early winter.
Half a year in July, stranger, stranger r| t.a, divorced, injured, derailed R.
Seek together without loving each other | Seek to meet each other without knowing each other.
I've wasted my whole life. I spend time with you.
Half a cup of green tea, half a cup of lake bottom sand | half a song, half a recent flower.
The west is not at the end. Dong Luo woke up.
Finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally.
Keep an empty city, wait for an old man | tie a red rope for a day, and look at a gentleman.
The sun, the moon and the sky are fleeting, who makes me gorgeous all my life | like water, who makes me happy all my life.
A plain face is like water, who hurts who hurts | Tears and heavy makeup, who loves who hurts.
Memory that cannot be deleted _ | _ Once it cannot be erased.
Draw a picture, draw a picture, outline the memories, and write down your worries silently.
Greed. |-desire.
In the early summer, when the lights are on, who confuses whose eyes | In its heyday, who captures whose heart.
The flowers on the other side say the sunset is beautiful | People here complain that the sunset is very sad.
Past, past clouds and flowers past r| past, past flowers and rain r
Exaggeration and boasting, vows of eternal love.
Little care about every day of the year | little dependence on ups and downs.
Never rest until I die.
Looking back at warm people, warm hearts and warm pupils
Whose old back was swept by time | Those old days with mottled memories.
The experience ends in the pious mulberry field | The picture is fixed in the ocean of time.
The lingering sound of falling flowers | the breeze has dispersed, and the year has not passed.
Sighing the fleeting time in bloom | Talking about the lingering of a piece of paper.
Time is passing, and we are walking. | We are sugar, sweet to sorrow.
-I have a cold. |-I have an asthma attack.
I don't call her honey. Not everyone, I will call her the one I love.
White memories |, stranded memories
Miss your face | miss your eyes
Who grows old because of humble waiting | Who is moved by oath?
A bloom in one world loves only one person in one life.