When can I be reborn?
Looking up at three feet in January,
Who do you dream of?
At dawn, the breeze blows,
Wine makes people drunk.
There's no turning back,
When will this heart come back?
The lock upstairs is heavy, and the world is lonely;
If you are an ant, you will release the legend of life;
Floating life is like a dream, trivial as worry;
Why break an old tree around a vine?
Heart to the end of the world, nowhere to live;
There is light in the sea of suffering, and it is prajna.
Beauty tears
Snow is falling, people are falling,
Live and die together, * * * will not die.
The late King Mo Wen,
Heartbroken and drunk,
Love is not broken,
The fate of dust is hard,
Qian Qian's troubled times.
-The dividing line-
Loneliness and heartbreak
But the Iraqis didn't sigh.
Suddenly, the full moon is the medium.
A vague smile
Look at each other silently and smile.
well
I'm still regretting when I wake up.
I don't know tears, but my heart is cold.
I went to Qiu Lai in the spring.
Step out of the water in disappointment.
The moon is pale and the wind is bleak, and an ancient pipa sours the attachment of this life. I miss you at night, and the moon is dripping and the night is full. The trace left by the slightest sound collides with my inner stupidity, and tears overflow my eyes, flowing wantonly, like a string of crying.
Thousands of feet's drinking makes him lovesick in the quiet night, so it's hard to wave a ray of affection. Fragments of the past, into a lifetime of sorrow. Unforgettable, long-lasting thoughts are torn into silk thread. I hate that I can't sleep at night, and my thoughts are scattered everywhere. I cut out a thin Leng Yue and remember it vividly, forming a continuous relationship.
Tonight; Walking in the moonlight, let the past fly and fall on every string, touching the sound like a complaint. Missing in the soft and broken arms pervades the night, turning into a low voice, lingering into a thin sadness, hiding in a corner of the night, full of faint sadness, and falling in a silent place.
Lonely stars are broken, dreams are broken, and clothes are cold. Yan in the mirror, looking through the curtains under the thin moon, is full of sad expectations. I always want to avoid those memories about you, return to the final peace, and make my heart calm and calm. However, at the moment of turning your head, you forgot the tenderness of the Millennium and planted an unforgettable injury for me in this life; If you are drunk, you will be drunk and have endless worries in this life. Inside and outside the volume, every word is engraved in my heart, but only one song sings the same story and fades into my heart.
Autumn water is long, and the sun is like blood. Looking back on the past, sadness and joy, laughing unparalleled, whispering dreams, light pity on the pillow, picturesque and like a dream. Your grace crossed my eyes, turned into a curtain dream, sprinkled on the soft moonlight night, gently evoking countless concerns; In the past, all kinds of feelings were soft, but they still fell on the eyebrows, tender and lingering, and fragrant; Gentle and full of poetry, released with the night, but left shallow tears on the face.
Forget when you are drunk, why bother; Pity the quiet night, the shadows are bleak. We have known each other for thousands of years and love each other in this life; If you can't move, you will have a lot of worries, and tears will flow first. On a young night, string your warm words together and fold them into Tang and Song Dynasties, laying a good foundation for tonight's writing. A kind of love can only be sent in a dream, and I, like a butterfly in a dream, dance in the slender moonlight, waiting for the dawn.
Dust flies, people go to the empty building, and the flowers in the dream fall for who? Looking forward to it, how much infatuation. Knead yourself into reincarnation, remembering, in the dream of meeting; Parting, among the tearful flowers; Heartbroken, at the pale fingertips; Fade, in an eternal dream. In the nightingale's sad sigh, let the delicate tenderness suffocate and become speechless in the night's poems. Let a cavity be full of lovesickness, floating in the wind; Any warm drizzle kisses the coolness on the lips; The cold moonlight reflected in the eyes, fragrant.
Night white gauze cream, dreams are lingering for thousands of times. In the cold fog and smoke, the flowers fall and wither. Full of acacia, flying with sad love words. Meeting, parting, suddenly like a dream. Like wind, like frost, like a dream. A tear fell on the rock, leaving a scar. Perhaps, parting is just a long journey in this life, and the gentleness of Sansheng Shishan is my concern in this life, with no regrets.
In this life, I follow the ancient legend and sprinkle withered petals for you in the tunnel of time. In this brief lingering life, the most beautiful memories are strung into melodious melodies, just to commemorate the most beautiful meeting in bloom. And I, just forgotten in an eternal dream.
I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are in harmony, but they dare to break with you.
The so-called happiness, gorgeous emptiness.
A moon gave birth to the sea.
Carmine, plain and colorful, dyed the sky red.
Beauty, like flowers as soon as possible, is no match for water.
The missed years bloom in the desert in the north, but they are deserted in the spring and summer of reincarnation.
Bury a city and turn off all the lights.
Your sunset, my face. One third of a year.
The swaying dance of the pen tip is the strongest touch of brilliant red in the spotlight.
The city injured under the eyelashes passes by whose scenery and whose heart