1. Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman is a good man.
2. If you look for a good dream, it’s hard to come true. Who knows how I feel at this moment? Tears fell in front of the pillow, rain fell in front of the curtain, and dripped into the morning through the window.
3. Beauty is like a flower in the clouds! There is the long sky of Qingming above, and the waves of Lu River below.
4. The broad agreement between life and death is explained by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together.
5. Hatred is not as good as tide and trust. When you miss each other, you will realize that the sea is not deep.
6. The water smoke sinks in the beast's furnace, and the remaining flowers in the green marsh are written line by line in the biography of lovesickness.
7. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance is endless like spring water.
8. The journey is long and the soul is in pain. The dream soul cannot reach Guanshan Mountain. The longing for lovesickness is heartbreaking.
9. Zhao Se first stopped the Phoenix Pillar, and the Shuqin was about to play the mandarin duck strings.
Ten, ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking and unforgettable, thousands of miles away in a lonely tomb, with no place to express desolation.
11. Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but it was nothing except Wushan.
12. A sense of direct connection. Looking back on your love makes me burst into tears.
13. Who can complain about loneliness? Even as a preface, it’s always an easy task.
14. The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever.
15. I was about to tell you the date of my return, but Chun Rong swallowed hard before saying anything.
16. I am afraid that I can’t tell you the story in a hurry, and the travelers are about to leave and open the seal again.
17. Since the king came out, the bright mirror and darkness cannot be cured. Missing you is like running water, there is no end to it.
18. I miss you more and more every night, I am saddened by the bright moon, and I miss you and my brocade quilt is cold.
19. I miss you all the time, and I will curse you all the time.
20. The desolate farewell, the last two echoes, the most overwhelming one is the clear moon.
21. There is love and infatuation in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
22. Who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closed and the windows are closed, and the setting sun is setting in front of meditating on the past.
23. Don’t be obsessed with love in your life. There is no place in the world for lovesickness.
Twenty-four, overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, the only thing in life is love that is hard to die.
Twenty-five, if you want to send colorful paper and ruler, you will know where the mountains are and the rivers are vast.
Twenty-six, I am sleepy when I am tired of wine and have a long road, but I am thirsty and thinking about tea when I am high in the sun.
Twenty-seven, there are sounds from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke and sunset, the lonely city is closed.
Twenty-eight, I would like to return a bowl of merciless tears to you, and I wish I could meet you before I shaved my head.
29. When the ends of the earth are limited, there is only endless love.
Thirty. I am afraid of lovesickness. I have already missed my loved one. When it is my turn to miss lovesickness, I have no words to express, and there is only a hint of love between my eyebrows.
31. Genghis Khan, a genius of a generation, only knows how to bend a bow and shoot at eagles.
Thirty-two. After seeing each other again, we meet again and share our dreams with you.
Thirty-three. Even if you shed tears, your ability will eventually show its traces. If you have many words, it is difficult to reply without words.
Thirty-four, love is afraid of lovesickness. Looking forward to the long embankment, the grass is all red. It's so sad that it's moving, it's blue and falling in the yellow spring, it's hard to find two places.
Thirty-five, knowing that love will always be there when you are here, looking at the sound of the water at the head of the river.
Thirty-six, this time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
Thirty-seven, I miss you all day long, and I am exhausted for you, and there are hundreds of flowers.
Thirty-eight, if there is no hatred in the eyes, I don’t believe that there are white heads in the world.
Thirty-nine, this feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time.
Forty, sycamore tree, rain in the middle of the night, it is not true that love is suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.
41. Entering my lovesickness gate, you know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless memories.
Forty-two, lovesickness is without words, so don’t waste your tears on the flower paper.
Forty-three, the thin figure is self-pitying in the autumn water, you must pity me and I pity you.
Forty-four, only lovesickness is like the beauty of spring, sending you home from Jiangnan to Jiangbei.
Forty-five, the bonus is easy to fade like a man's will, and the water flow is infinite like Nong's sorrow.
Forty-six, the passing of years should be a time of good times and good times. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
47. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.
Forty-eight, it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness.
Forty-nine, separated from the wind and dust in the northeast, drifting between heaven and earth in the southwest.
Fifty. People are like clouds flowing into the river after the wind, and feelings are like the wadding stuck to the ground after the rain.
Fifty-one, lovesickness is without words, so don’t waste your tears on the flower paper.
Fifty-two, ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands.
Fifty-three, I recall you far away across the blue sky. In the past, my eyes were full of waves, but now I am a fountain of tears.
Fifty-four. I sent my farewell message again with great care and sincerity. In the words, I vowed to know each other.
Fifty-five, if you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about people traveling far away.
Fifty-six, the bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn.
Fifty-seven, I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. Today I come to think about you. When it rains, snows, and falls, I look at the sky at dawn and look at the clouds at dusk. I miss you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit.
Fifty-eight, the clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it at all. I feel haggard because of Yi.
Fifty-nine, even if you shed tears, your ability will eventually show its traces, but you will find it difficult to express your regrets if you have too many words.
60. The bottom of the acacia tree talks about lovesickness, and Si Lang hates Lang Lang without knowing it.
Sixty-one, the poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir dream.
Sixty-two. There are endless tears of lovesickness and red beans thrown away, and endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building.
Sixty-three, ask the world, what is love, directly teach life and death.
Sixty-four, the sky is not old, love is hard to die. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
Sixty-five, stop saying that half a piece of paper has no weight, and I can bear all the sorrow of separation.
Sixty-six, these stars are not like last night, for whom the wind and dew set up the midnight.
Sixty-seven, Qiang Guan is covered with frost all over the ground, people are sleepless, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears.
Sixty-eight, the east wind does not blow away sorrow, but the spring day can make people hate you for a long time.
Sixty-nine, I don’t know that my soul has been broken, and there are only dreams accompanying me. No one knows except the moon in the sky.
Seventy, the sky never grows old, and love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
Seventy-one. Only the general will open his eyes all night long to repay his life without raising his eyebrows.
Seventy-two, passion has hurt parting since ancient times. It’s even more embarrassing to miss the Qingqiu Festival.
Seventy-three, I rest and lean alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine fills my heart with sorrow and turns into tears of lovesickness.