Inscription: butterfly lovers's love story is well known to women and children, and even the ancient song "butterfly lovers" sings about it. This song is divided into four parts: Reading, Acacia, Anti-marriage and become a butterfly. I was moved by Liang Zhu's love, so I wrote ancient poems. His poems are as follows:
Huaxi people have a clear moon and clear wind, and the screens are full of blue lights.
At night, all kinds of people were speechless, and I heard the sound of reading in the west building.
Wind and rain are accompanied by economic growth, helping each other and encouraging fellow travelers.
Childhood friends don't guess, know yourself and know yourself.
I have been with you for several spring days, but I don't know Yingtai's daughter.
When lotus leaves water, it will be the most bitter and lovesick.
Elegant Confucian scholars are romantic, graceful jasper is also affectionate.
Flowers often meet under the moon, and the soil is Xiangshan Meng Hai.
Jade people intentionally or unintentionally, how many did Kim marry?
Matchmaker's words, parents' orders, mandarin ducks play east and west.
Laugh and ask what ordinary love is, and there is nothing to hate when you are born, sick and dead.
I have no chance to be with Bai Shou in this life, and we will catch up in the afterlife.
Life and death are inseparable, and we are on the road to death together. They both turned into butterflies, danced and fell in love.
Along the tracks of those strings,
Fate is a heavy bow,
Pulled by a trembling heart.
Which circuitous stream is this sound?
From the sound of a piano, two butterflies lingering on the strings fly gracefully.
Liang Zhu!
A sad and touching love is a touching music, such as water.
A faint fragrance wafted in. Through Liang Zhupian's flying flowers, all tenderness has turned into butterflies:
I clearly see a pair of classical lovers, who are turning into butterflies and flying together, intoxicated in the shade of flowers.
The sound of the piano is vague: the jumping of notes is the details of bending in the stream.
A spring full of sadness is trickling out of a spring and flowing into the river.
Bitter melody, the Covenant of life and death. Butterflies flying in pairs shed tears.
Love to the depths, fate, haunting the strings.
Liang Zhu!
Eternal swan song, unbearable pain.
A piece of sparkling water is a string of crying notes.
The piano whimpered, and its voice touched a sore spot. My heart can't help trembling.
Handfuls of sad violins pour out more than a trace of love?
Can't hide the inner waves: the piano beats over the spring water,
The moon in the water spent endless cold nights alone.
Bitterness, what kind of taste is it?
Pain, what kind of struggle?
The world was silent. The melodious and eternal piano sound ...
meet with
You have a weak way to
It's March on earth.
The grass is high and the nightingale is in the air.
March in Jiangnan
Qiantang ancient wind flow
You just walked in.
One fan per child
Sworn brothers/sisters
It was an encounter in the vast sea of people.
Or are you looking for a generous life in a hurry
So what?
meet
That's it.
schoolmate
Also speechless, clear and tasteful.
A roll of letters, light a blue light.
Sing a sad word and think about a relationship.
Between paper and ink, it is your fragrance.
Send sb. out/away
Peach blossoms are full of trees, and the green water is long.
Spring mountain will take care of your worries and send you away thousands of miles away.
Finally, if you don't do this, two geese will weave their honeymoon.
balcony
Brother Liang, do you remember Yingtai?
Brother Liang remembers Yingtai.
Happy thrush between the eaves
But I didn't say anything.
"I'm going to marry him and grow old together."
Resist forced marriage
It's hard to say that disobeying your father's orders.
About being attached to powerful people.
What do you say, luxury food, painting and sculpture?
How to lose your youth?
Until the temple frosted.
think
Deep lock small diameter blue window painting screen
It is this spring school that is all about Liang Lang.
In the brow, there is no intention to avoid it.
Turn into a butterfly
I'll go with you.
I went with you in this red wedding dress.
Life and death at different acupoints.
Become a pair of butterflies.
Soul depends on soul, soul depends on soul.
Practice clothes in the hole, and the world is fragrant with rain.