1. Finally, I can’t see you alone, and I know that I am empty of tears.
2. The flowers on the fragrant trees have fallen without anyone, and the birds are chirping all the way up the spring mountain.
3. The waning moon is bright, don’t cry at dawn.
4. If you know the trend early and have faith, you can marry into the trend.
5. Voiceless sounds and broken dreams are ultimately fate, and separation becomes the final chord.
6. Some days it’s sunny and sunny, and some nights it’s rainy.
7. The sound of the horn in the eternal night speaks sadly to itself, and the guest's heart is filled with sorrow and homesickness.
8. The green screen should be like this, but my eyebrows are leaning against the dusk.
9. I am traveling alone in Qin this year, and I am worried that spring is not spring.
10. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
11. Always hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listen to the flowers and the night sing away nightmares, sing out prosperity, and sing out the origin of all memories.
12. Looking back at the end of the world and returning to my dreams, my souls flew to Xipu and shed tears in Dongzhou.
13. This flower and this leaf always complement each other, the green is reduced and the red is faded, and the sorrow is killing.
14. Sadness can hurt people, turning green temples into frost.
15. I can’t reward the magpie, but I can only beg for clever silk with the spider.
16. Candles are willing to say goodbye and shed tears for others until dawn.
17. I am worried that one arrow will make the wind fly faster, half a pole will make the waves warm, and I will count the number of posts when I look back.
18. The purple half-opened fence and the chrysanthemums are quiet, and the red clothes are gone and the lotus is sad.
19. There is no one to ask about the peach and plum in the palace, but the beauty of the old love is now self-hate.
20. It has been a dream for four hundred years, which is sad.
21. I can’t see the person from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears.
22. The desolate smoke and desolate rain help people feel sad, and the clothes are stained with tears without even realizing it.
23. Sad for eternity, Qinhuai is a bright moon!
24. Give a hand that is far away and empty, but it will break your heart when it is hurt.
25. How can we live together but die differently when we only have a shadow in the human world?
26. The road to Wangzhangtai is wandering, and the golden saddle is wandering, and there are tears.
27. All guest worries are reduced, what else can you do without this?
28. Thinking about the romantic past is so sad.
29. Hu Yan flew away every night crying, and Hu Er shed tears.
30. The charming eyes are still open, and no one is there yet, still standing still.
31. This song is intended to be passed on by no one. I would like to send it to Yan Ran with the spring breeze, recalling that you are far away from me in the blue sky.
32. After a long journey back to Qingye, people’s words are gradually unknown, and I return empty-handed and sad.
33. The mountains and cities are weeping today, and the sadness is not just a sad autumn.
34. Shaking off the smoke and dust of the past, the heart-breaking scene of people leaving and losing their flowers, and the thoughts that turn over thousands of times are also accompanied by a song of eternal desolation at this moment.
35. It makes heroes burst into tears, and it is difficult to ask God’s will.
36. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo.
37. I woke up late last night, and my spring sorrow passed away and I fell ill.
38. When I sing the Duhu song, my heart breaks into tears like rain.
39. Leaning alone on the gate at night, looking at the distant shore, the lingering dreams are silent, falling like snow in my heart, and the lingering light is full of sadness.
40. The rain hates the clouds, but Jiangnan is still called a beauty.
41. I am worried about the Northerners and are not used to listening.
42. I am tired of traveling in Beijing and Luo, and no one cares about me when I get sick and drink at night.
43. Even if it looks like a flower, it still doesn’t look like a flower, and no one will cherish it.
44. By the half smoke and half rain stream bridge, the fisherman was drunk and no one called him.
45. After all the lingering thoughts, the remaining cocoons are drawn, and the heartache is peeled off.
46. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, even more windy and rainy.
47. The tears of the white-haired scholar in China are desolate and do not drop to Niu Mountain.
48. I hate what love is in the world, and I teach you how to make love between life and death.
49. I will send you to Hebei in September, and my clothes will be filled with tears while writing poems in the snow.
50. The fog is cold, the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing, and the jade lock is untouched.
51. Thousands of teardrops make people sad and heartbroken.
52. It’s rainy and windy at the end of March, the door is blocked at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.
53. The world is thin, people are evil, and flowers tend to fall when the rain comes at dusk.
54. Once inside the red-walled courtyard, Xia Fei no longer remembers her old makeup.
55. Traveling to the small mountain tower in Jinling, you can worry about it for a night.
56. After the Queen Mother’s feast, the immortal’s tears filled the side of the golden plate.
57. Red beans grow in the south. When spring comes, a few branches will appear. I hope you will pick more. This is the most loved thing.
58. Fish are jumping in Qugang, lotuses are pouring out, and there is no one to see them.
59. Get rid of the wandering mind, and don’t say anything sad.
60. 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.
61. Visitors from the sea have tears when they return home, but people from Zhangtai remove their bones and leave behind their fragrance.
62. Where do you go in heaven and on earth? When old love and new dreams come to sleep, the light rain at dusk draws the curtains down.
63. The sun is falling on Chibijitou, and the grass is fading by Feishui Bridge, which makes people sad.
64. This year’s flowers are more red than last year’s, but it’s a pity that next year’s flowers will be even better.
65. There is always a kind of desolation, very haggard, but there are still beautiful poems from Yantai.
66. There are many sorrows in the dream, only in the wind and rain of pear blossoms.
67. When I first saw Chujiangmei and Xiang'e, I was speechless and shed tears.
68. The flowers are gradually withered and can no longer withstand the wind. The curtains are drooping to the ground in the late evening and heavy work is being carried out. The moss on the steps falls and dances in red.
69. Even the spring river is full of tears, endless flow, and a lot of sorrow.
70. The flowers drift and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
71. The miniature is clearly like agarwood wisps, so sad that it is difficult to paint.
72. It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted and a place of sorrow.
73. Die before leaving the army, which makes the hero burst into tears.
74. The heart is broken and the new wine is abundant, and the sorrow is spent for thousands.
75. Who can complain about loneliness? Even as a preface, it’s always an easy task.
76. When trouble comes, one day lasts.
77. The pearls shed tears when they return to you, and they wish they had met before they were married.
78. Look, the heartbreak of falling flowers, listen, the traces of time.
79. The independent bridge is full of wind, and the new moon people in Pinglin return.
80. The spring tide brings rain in late, and there is no boat crossing the wild. Beautiful and sad poems and sentences
It lasts for thousands of years, with a smile, the past life is connected, and the fingers are like oblivion
The endless soul of the mulberry field lasts for thousands of years, day and night, the heart is covered with rocks and moss marks.
Mo Yan said that the mountains are deep and there are no people in them. The shadows of flowers in the mist are still beautiful, and their makeup is pale.
The prosperous wanderer is left with his eyebrows dimmed and his wishes
Thousand-year-old romance has been relying on nothing for many times, and he has no idea about the crow's habitat and the road is so long that he laughs and deceives himself
The red xuan leaves are almost lonely, no one picks them up, and the wild flower stamens are dyed in the wind.
The red candles turn to ashes with tears and we know each other. We miss each other and it is difficult to stay with each other. Your heart is desolate and pitiful. It is difficult to support each other and support each other.
Once the passing water remains in the clouds, I still remember the lingering flowers and the fragrance of the wine
How can the blood-stained painting of the country be compared to your eyebrows, a little cinnabar covering the world? Like rain
The mortal world is drunk with a cup of wine under the moon. There are so many famous doctors’ banquets and the smoke of medicine continues to form a link between the past and the present
The death of a beauty, the sorrow and sorrow for several nights, walking the earthly road with no one to cross it
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Suddenly looking back, the wind has caught the dust, the fragrance and the flowers are all gone, the clear voice is singing, and the song is singing on the road, in the middle of the road, in the north, the heart is bleeding, the words are tired, the snow is dyed, the blue silk is bowed, the strings are exhausted, and the words are sad as if death is home
In the dream, the passers-by smile and look at the cloister, where the katydids are hiding. The world is short but the world is long.
I am detached from the human world. I look at the world of mortals with cold eyes, and I am content to indulge myself.
Peanut flowers mourn, the meaning of flowers cannot bear the blue sky, and life and death are uncertain.
After listening to the sound of the flute and looking around at the clouds and smoke, the flowers have faded away. Only when we meet again will we know that the floating life has not stopped
Don’t ask about this life, after seeing all the spring flowers and snow on the tower, why does it seem to be in a hurry? The song ends. No one can be seen
I have seen the prosperity like smoke, accompanied by the willow bank and the flowers, the smiles are light, like the passage of time
The dusty road is gone, the bustling dance banquet of the past is gone, the emotions and sorrows are wiped out, and I am haggard. Appearance.
A hundred years have passed since the amethyst disappeared, and Xihe once appeared in the drunken shadow of the phoenix
It is only due to the fate of this life that the sound of the strings trembled slightly to meet Miao Yunhan
Lei Zhenfeng The roaring sky appeared in anger, raining down thunderbolts and west wind flames, and all the previous dust disappeared like smoke.
I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song.
The vast land can be destroyed with a single sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.
Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will be reincarnated for your smile.
Suffering and calamity have burst out of the sky, and hatred for blood has been mourning for thousands of years, turning into flying flowers and hatred.
We meet in this life and this world in the meeting of stars and clouds for hundreds of millions of years, and we meet here and here in the vast sea of ????human beings. When we cannot understand the creation of heaven and earth behind this kind of coincidence, we often call it An extraordinarily beautiful word: Fate. There is a thing in the world called longing. The ancients said: If you don’t see me for one day, it will be like three autumns and you will see me again: a kind of longing, two places of leisurely sorrow, and then I lower my brows, but in my heart I still feel like: longing for you, Hate for a long time, hate until you return and forget about love. Looking at each other by the lake, the love of three generations is hard to hold.
I have been drunk and smiling with you for thirty thousand times without telling my sorrow.
It is hard to express the sadness. The wind cuts the soft intestines, the yellow springs and the blue fall, the love is short and the hate is long. The ends of the earth and the sea are both forgotten. The soft intestines are drunk and laughing. We will never bear each other in the next life. A collection of classic sad poems and sentences
Life is full of love and infatuation, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon
Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, it is unforgettable.
Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
When the ends of the earth are limited, there is only endless love.
How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
Asking what things are like in the world can directly teach life and death to agree with each other
Things are different and people are not the same. Everything is over. If you want to speak, you should shed tears first.
Each has its own time to repair and shorten, and part ways are the same in life and death. The site of this piece of clay will be followed by the spring site. I smile today, who will give it to me next year? Desolate Shouchun Tower, attain the fruit of Nirvana.
Searching and searching, deserted, miserable and sad
I don’t regret that my clothes are getting wider and wider, but I am haggard because of the loss of Yi
Fate comes. Destiny is like water, where will love go when it is scattered.
Destiny has passed but love is hard to stop. There is a cliff but endless thoughts.
Once upon a time, it was difficult for the sea to be water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Recalling the past when Qin Huangxue asked for love, how sad it was to watch
Since ancient times, there has been so much love and hate, and this hatred has lasted forever
Since ancient times, heroes have always been lonely, and their fate has been difficult. Ji follows people well, the flowers bloom, and people disappear. The white head is a sign of fame, and the pines and bamboos in the old mountains are old, blocking the return journey. I want to express my thoughts to Yao Qin. There are few close friends, who will listen when the string is broken?
Cut off the water with a knife and the water will flow more, and raise a cup to eliminate the sorrow and sorrow.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss at that time.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I frowned but it was in my heart.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
Passionate since ancient times, parting has been so painful that it is even more desolate in the Qingqiu Festival
In the old days, how many times did the moonlight shine on me? Playing the flute beside the plum blossoms? It awakens the beauty, regardless of the cold and climbing. Now that I am getting older, I have forgotten the spring breeze and my writing style. But strangely, the flowers are sparse outside the bamboos, and the spring coldness enters the Yao mat. The river country is silent. I sigh and send it to the road far away, and the snow is beginning to accumulate at night. The green statue is easy to weep, red The calyx is speechless and we reminisce about each other. I always remember that we once joined hands and were crushed by thousands of trees. The plum lake is cold and green, and the patches are blown away. When will we see each other?
Withered vines, old trees, dim crows, small bridges, flowing water, ancient roads, west wind The skinny horse is setting in the west, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world!
The moon melts in the pear blossom courtyard, and the catkins and ponds are lightly blown by the wind.
If love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?
Falling flowers follow the flowing water deliberately, but flowing water has no intention of falling in love with falling flowers
There is no way to lose the soul, and the west wind blows behind the curtain. , people are thinner than yellow flowers. < /p>
1. In that life, I traveled around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the way! I want to play a zither for you, and let this heart-stirring encounter be with me everywhere. The escapable lovesickness is vividly conveyed by the sound of the piano, and love is used to complete an everlasting beauty. Buddha said: Only by practicing for a hundred lives can we be in the same boat. Maybe my practice is not enough. I can't find the exact words to express to you. I can't express my feelings. I just feel distressed but I can't hold your hand.
2. When my black hair is straightened, I can spread red makeup for ten miles.
3. I swear that I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty. 4. Looking forward to the world for a hundred years and Who said dreams in the wind can't be saved. There is no need to hold back the wind in your dream. I want to go with the wind. To retain that dream, withering is real and blooming is just a thing of the past.
5. 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.
6. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
7. I would rather suffer eternal destruction than seek liberation from the saints
8. If you run wild in this life, I will accompany you with wine.
9. The paper fan is half-folded, this world is in chaos
10. Sleepless nights, swiping pens into longings, boundless; dreams come and go, lingering memories on the pillow, speechless. Interpretation of heartbreak, leaving only wandering on the road of indifference.
11. There are too many misfortunes and helplessness in life. People who love each other cannot be together. Maybe this life is destined to only have long thoughts. Don’t hesitate or complain. Sometimes life is so torturous. . As long as I have you in my heart and love you in my heart, I am stronger than anything else and have more motivation than anything else. Although we are far apart, my feelings, my nostalgia, my sincerity, and my unforgettable love cannot be separated from each other.
12. Shocked by the storm of eight thousand miles, I turned on the light to see that the green frost has not yet disappeared
13. This actor is ruthless, how can he be matched with your green plums, boiled wine and ink paintings
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16. Will the love engraved on the back of the chair be like the flowers on the cement, blooming in a lonely forest without wind?
Seventeen, 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.
18. The moonlight is beautiful, the clouds are blooming, the bamboos are luxuriant, the wind is misty, and they are dancing dexterously. The hibiscus is pretty and the ice muscles are silky. Entering the world and seeing all the mortal world, who can be free and happy
19. The wonder of life Always be a natural flower in the subtleties, go with the seasons. Before blooming, don’t worry about the sadness when the flower falls. When it’s time to bloom, bloom to your heart’s content, blooming with the most beautiful appearance, the most beautiful face, the flower. After falling behind, it will naturally bear abundant fruits.
20. Do you know the person in the scroll painting about lovesickness?
21. Passionate love leads to betrayal of each other. It's easy to tear it apart and leave it lightly, no matter who you want to complain to.
22. So what if I defeat three thousand love rivals, I am not in your heart.
23. In the next life, I will turn into a lotus picker and meet you in Hengtang water.
Twenty-four, the green eyebrows are narrowed, the emerald green is low, secretly wiping the pearls, and watching the charming words.
Twenty-five, like a beautiful family, the years pass by like a fleeting time. You can't go back to the past, but you can't go back to the beginning.
26. It is like a thousand years, with a smile, the past life is connected, and the fingers are like annihilation
27. Remember, on the road of youth, you must bravely face adversity, even if Failure to realize the original dream will also open the door to another dream.
Twenty-eight, the purple tent points and weeps, and it is difficult to forget each other. The sword tomb is wounded every time, just asking for peace of mind.
Twenty-nine, I send you a song, regardless of whether people gather or disperse at the end of the song.
Thirty, the end of the world is still not far away, the dream is hard to pursue, Nanshan is darkened into blue eyes.
Thirty-one, who threw the Jiangnan red beans and dropped the acacia grass.
Thirty-two. In that life, she was not a guest, but a friend. She transformed into a charming and beautiful woman, walking slowly from the lotus breeze of Zhou Dunyi, holding a small boat. , a coop of misty rain carries me alone and cold, and I am full of hope, dear to me. She lights up her crimson lips and closes her flowers to shy away from the moon. There are the brisk songs of women picking lotuses, the charm and warmth in the sound of Qinhuai water and the shadows of lamps, the vague mist of the towers in the mist and rain, the elegance and beauty of the sandalwood-board clear songs, the folding of leaves into boats, and the weaving of lotuses. The ancient charm of skirts circulates
Thirty-three, who can live a clean life
Thirty-four, listen to the broken strings and break the three thousand obsessions. Fall flowers submerged, buried once the wind ripple. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
Thirty-five, the street is long, the fireworks are numerous, you pick up the lamp and look back, the pavilion is short, the world is rolling, I sigh again.
Thirty-six. When hundreds of thousands of nights are over, who will turn into a blue lamp for me? Who will lean against the door and watch thousands of years of fireworks alone. There are only a few stars falling at night. Who holds the light for me? Who leans against the door and waits alone for thousands of years of loneliness.
Thirty-seven, tonight or what night, how good is my king?
Thirty-eight, covered in darkness and desolate, standing in single clothes. When the silent thoughts are dried in the sun, all the tastes in it cannot be tolerated. I don’t know how to stabilize the fate after meeting. Is it time to teach me to be strong? Maybe, it’s just the old man who was in shock back then. Go and leave each other with the most beautiful aftertaste.
Thirty-nine. Who is in love to open up Hongmeng//They are all just for the love of romance//But it is a sad day//When you are lonely, you try to use your foolishness//That’s why we staged this performance of mourning for gold and jade. Dream of Red Mansions
Forty, Blue Bridge Chunxue Jun's return
Forty-one, at this time, joy and sorrow are mixed, the ignorant people who smiled at each other in the past have now become strangers, and now The tacit understanding that we had never met has turned into a regret for meeting each other so late. I don't understand how fate arranges people. The temporary illusion has turned into a dreamlike intoxication, and the curtain of sadness has opened like clouds and rain.
42. The hands are like catkins, the skin is like gelatin, the collar is like a cricket grub, the teeth are like gourd rhinoceros, the head is like a moth and the eyebrows are moth-like, the smile is charming, and the beautiful eyes are looking forward to it.
Forty-three, waving my sleeves to play the harp, the seven strings are exquisite, and the reeds travel in the boat, and the rain is hazy.
Forty-four, bursts of quotations decorate the sky, pick jade by yourself, and condense Pingting alone. The sun comes first, and you look happy and happy! In the fragrance of pistils, the body disappeared and the shadow remained, and the spirit returned suddenly, but the dust and dirt were simply left behind. The pretty phoenix is ??wanton, I want it in this life, I want it in this life, I feel sad and miss you in the book!
45. The road of life is full of wind and rain. Looking back at the pain that refused to sigh, I walked on the journey of ferrying Dharma, turned around and walked through difficult steps, and once lost myself. I couldn't help but ask myself, is it difficult to be with a confidante in the passing smoke of fate? Is it difficult?
Forty-six. Listen carefully to a volume of old words. Sadness and joy depend on each other.
Forty-seven. South of the south, use dreams as horses. To the west of the sun, break bones into swords.