Everyone used to be a teenager, but not everyone can be cherished and not let down, and not everyone has the courage to embrace love.
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
This life is a poet, riding a donkey into the sword door in the drizzle.
Dream of entering the smoky waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling in the south of the Yangtze River, and never meeting the people who left.
In this world, you can live up to the Tathagata, and you can live up to the Tathagata.
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine. ?
Dreaming of a half-bed full moon, the small window touched the xylophone.
The lake is clear and the moon is cold, the fragrance disappears and the shadow is thin, and people stand at dusk.
Love at first sight only happens once. It's a lifetime honor to meet you. ?
Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life. ?
Who wakes up from a dream and hates, and the eternal lover is lonely.
The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite.
White clouds reflect the water and shake the empty city, while white dew drops the autumn moon. ?
The feeling that the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water is hard to come out. ?
Still covered in rain and flowers, come back.
The sun, the moon and the stars are bright, the Ming river is in the sky, and there is no sound among the trees.
The milky way is brilliant and the shimmer is brilliant, which is not as good as your eyebrows.
The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
The situation is that youth will be dusk and peach blossoms will fall in red rain.
I am lucky, I am in the middle of my life, and you are all pitching in the streamer.
Tired of the noise of the city for a long time, I came back to listen to the summer cicada.
On that day, you looked the same. When you came back, you mopped the floor for nothing.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
And the yellow leaves fall in the rain, just like the fate of the white-haired old man under the light. ?
The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.