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One more step and you will fall step by step
Beware of the endless flow of heartache and listen to the cry of the river
One flower, one flower Roots of grass, you can clearly see the carving person. A tree and a bird are carved into a certain dusk. A heart and hands, recording the wood grain of life
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Drunk and accompanied by the green harp, I wish you a pillow of new sorrow, and the remaining night will be filled with flowers and a full moon. The complicated sheng and crisp pipes make the spring dream of Jinping far away. There are only weeping willows, and no shadows of swings are allowed to cross the wall
If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they stay together day and night
First, it is best not to meet each other, so that we can not meet each other love. The second is that it is best not to know each other, so that you can not miss each other.
Life is full of love and obsession, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
When I read Yi, my heart is like the water of the West River, and my slender hands are like a pillow for swimming!
A flashy life, forgotten for a season. There are empty memories, disrupting the lingering.
Just like running water, it will never return. Don’t cry goodbye, don’t complain about final sorrow.
The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it at all. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
The last two parts are desolate, and the most overwhelming thing is in the moonlight.
Butterflies in drunken dreams fall in love with twins, and mandarin ducks play in the water of the river pond. After waking up from drinking and dreaming, the soul returns, the rain hates the clouds and the tears flow in vain.
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Grinding under the moonlight, tears falling from my hands as I pick up my pen——------The lonely wind is desolate, with traces of flying ashes.
The city is full of wind and rain but there is no sunny day, and the lonely and cold night awaits the dawn. The autumn breeze lingers on the rainy night, and the singing in the middle of the night warms the heart!
I only heard your words of affection, love and affection. Liu Yuanru thinks hard, Kun Wei loves the best.
A beautiful woman dreams of a beautiful woman, laughing and lamenting that the world of mortals is too deep.
In the past, glitz and glamor covered her eyes, but today, she misses her old friend, only to see her shameful face, and wakes up the world before the dream is broken. Front
Use floating brush to outline, splash ink to lightly touch the water and landscape painting, accompanying the beautiful lady, interpreting the painting in the mirror
Flowers make people sleep with each other, flowers make people sleep in tears, flowers make people cry. Holding hands, the flowers wither and dream of the underworld.
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet. We are drunk even without wine. How can we smile affectionately or be sarcastic and ruthless? Why not stop being affectionate, cut off the soul, and stop eating the fireworks of the world.
The horse is flying like the wind, the whip is blown out of the Wei Bridge, the bow is bowed to the moon, the feathers are inserted to lead the genius, the formation is released, the stars are gone, the camp is empty and the sea fog disappears, the Lin Pavilion is painted successfully, only Huo whoring Yao
The love for you will last until your death.
The remaining flowers are falling in the wind and the moon is shining, and the moon reflects the cold autumn without frost. Thousands of feet of frost weigh down the white hair, measuring the sadness of the world
The dream is broken and the soul is faded. A thousand cups are drunk and hundreds of flowers are waning. The moon is about to fall into the dream and cry for who is happy. Grind the pink and white and paint the red face to express the sorrow and joy of the world
Rouge Chrysanthemum The pale flowers are in tears, and the admiring girl is named Caiyun. Come forward and hold hands leisurely, wanting to have fun elsewhere
The war cannot stop, and the same goes for reading. As long as you fight bravely, you are guaranteed to win!
There is no grass anywhere in the world, so why should we have unrequited love for a flower? Not to mention there isn’t much quality, and the quality isn’t good either.
I remember, I once had you.
I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
~The painting of blood-stained mountains and rivers~ How can it compete with a little cinnabar between your eyebrows?
My heart is always facing the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch.
People tend to be less sentimental than others, and now they are really not sentimental.
It doesn’t matter if you are drunk with wine, your chest is still open, and your temples are slightly frosted. In the cloud of holding the knot, when will Feng Tang be sent? He will draw the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.
When I was drunk, I read the sword by burning the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet in the camp. Eight hundred miles away, the troops under his command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings turning outside the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield being ordered in autumn.
I asked you when you would return from your journey to the west, but I was afraid that the journey would be steep and unreachable. But I saw mourning birds calling old trees, and male and female flying around the forest.
Don’t be sad because of separation, be happy because of new acquaintances.
The business girl does not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river
The setting sun is a late-blooming flower; the setting sun is old wine; the setting sun is late love; the setting sun is the future Love.
A cup of drunkenness can lead to the sins of a thousand people.
White people with freckles on their temples are thin and have countless wrinkles. I have been tired of having children all my life, and I have not flinched even though I am exhausted mentally and physically.
But we know each other once we have seen each other. It is better to see each other than not. Ande and the king are determined to avoid having to worry about life and death.
Bloody eyes, indifferent to the world of mortals.
The sky is green, wherever my heart goes. I miss the beauty and will never forget it in this life. Beautiful shadow! Beautiful shadow! Passing by, waking up drunk and weeping, surrounded by mountains, dreaming about it, imprinted in the center of the heart.
Waiting becomes bubbles, tears have formed an ocean
Dreams are shattered, dreams are broken. If people's hearts are not enough, the snake will swallow the elephant.
Today you dumped me, tomorrow he dumped you
A little is a lot of sorrow, the autumn clouds are flowing, the light mist, the light rain, the light clouds are long. of travel.
The cool lights at night dim and ambiguous, and the music and songs are melodious.
Like flowers and beautiful families, time flies by. We can’t go back to the past, but we can’t go back to the beginning.
The night is slightly cool, my thoughts are confused, my heart is broken, and my dreams are frightening.
Who can spend the golden years? In the Yueqiao Garden, with locked windows and red doors, only spring is known.
The person in the painting is young, but the center of the painting is getting older, as if asking about the past, yearning for the good of the person.
Traveling across the country and through the four seasons, the poor and helpless prodigal son cries sadly.
In the dream, I saw flowers filling the building, and my concubine behaved well; I was playing the piano in the pavilion with its strings broken, and it was endlessly desolate.
People are like clouds flowing into the river after the wind, and their feelings are like the wadding stuck to the ground after the rain.
There are endless tears of lovesickness and red beans thrown away, and endless spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building.
With tears in her eyes, she asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.
The thin figure is self-pitying in the autumn water, you must pity me and I pity you.
If you want to ask about leisure time, it is like Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and rain, and the plums are yellow and rainy.
Ask you, what's the matter? I'm sleeping on my pillow, a pair of mandarin ducks, flowing like two sides.
The flowers on the other side are blooming. fragrant. the other side. Naihe Bridge. forward. ask. No matter what.
I miss you so much, but there is no place in the world to arrange it.
っ゛A poem about pear blossoms hurts parting a lot.
Last year, on this day, the faces of people in this door were red and peach blossoms complemented each other. I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
There is bright moonlight in front of the window, and there are pairs of figures. I was the only one wandering around, feeling panicked. Personalized signature about love
In my youth, I despise my heartbeat and mess up my thoughts to paint a picture of dissatisfaction.
How can I know if I have a beautiful smile and don’t drink three cups?
You used to be like a little sheep, but you became cold, heartless, and extremely dark. It was only after you were so separated from everyone that I realized that you loved me at that time.
People are like the wind and the clouds behind the river, Feelings are like sticky wadding on the ground after the rain.
Simple, unambiguous words: Ye Yuxuan's romantic Valentine's Day, lonely and sad, but people are colder than the sky, and the heart is colder than snow.
The agreement between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together.
What’s the joy in life? What’s the fear in death!
Friendship is a fragile thing. Love is a fickle thing. Love has been broken, love has changed. My heart is tired, my heart aches, but I am smiling. Why is my heart tired? Why does my heart hurt? Who are you pretending to smile for?
I originally put my heart in the bright moon, but who knows that the bright moon shines in the ditch.
How many years have passed, like water flowing quietly, like flowers, the beauty has faded away in a hurry.
The falling snow and flying flowers are like a light oriole, if it is Jin Ting’s dream. Dark clouds cover the stars, the rain is dull, and the two places are a little sad when they miss each other.
If you know the spring breeze plays with the spring snow, the remaining flowers all over the sky are falling tightly. The tears are full of tears because of the world separated by thousands of feet, and the water is light because of the first step into the world of mortals.
What is love, what is love, difficulties and obstacles, honor and disgrace, life and death, hate and love, separated by a thin line, two hearts forever!
Pity, sit in front of the window and invite the bright moon. You make wine, and sorrow spreads in the world.
Asking you if you can have peace and sorrow is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
A one-night stand can last forever.
Last year on this day, this door was filled with peach blossoms and faces. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
I miss you so much, but there is no place in the world to arrange it.
As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
In the sky, I wish to be a winged bird, and on the earth, I wish to be a twig.
Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, the only thing in life is love that is hard to die.
If there is a beautiful woman, you will never forget it when you see her. If you don’t see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy.
Entering my lovesickness gate, you know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, and short lovesickness brings endless memories.
You are like road dust, and I am like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet and be harmonious?
After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
He should never be infatuated with love in his life. There is no place in the world for him to be lovesick.
I was about to tell you the date of my return, but Chunrong swallowed hard before saying anything.
It’s sad to leave someone. Thoughts deeply. Withering and falling, the sky is filled with sadness. Where can we continue to be prosperous?
No matter how beautiful the dream is, it will become an illusion in the end. Cherish the reality before you.
Entering my lovesickness gate, you know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, and short lovesickness brings endless memories.
As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
If it turns into wind, if it turns into rain, if it turns into emotion. The spring breeze turns into rain, the summer rain turns into wind, and the wind and rain are mixed together, but the love is still there.
The heart-broken red cardamom, the thin east wind all night, the bright moon seems to be there, is it exactly like that time?
I miss the person in the middle of the month, the heart-broken soul in the cup, I hate yesterday's dream, speechless and hard to come back cotton!
Looking up at the bright moon, loneliness accompanies me to sleep﹌
Thunder is far away, raindrops are falling, breaking the bridge, accompanied by loneliness, fate in the past life, tiredness in this life, sleepless at night, drinking wine and looking at the moon, Laughing at the prosperity of the world
The relief of life is finally a dream, the beauty has faded, it is still young, who is still beautiful and pitiful.
~~The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but when they looked back at dusk, the man was there in the dim light.
The aura of melancholy and clear distance is the sadness that is far away and untouchable, like a tiny cloud and a lonely moon, which can only look into the distance of the sky.
My nature is pure: my lotus-root arms are delicate and beautiful, and my skirt is slightly swaying in the wind. The moon-shy flower has a light makeup, lying alone among the beautiful flowers.
When spring comes, if I don’t speak first, which insect will dare to answer!
Dreams do not hide sorrow, wine cannot shed tears, and sorrow cannot be avoided when it comes. The incense of the Hui stove lingers in the intestines, and the beautiful soul sways in the wind lantern.
As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
Sitting alone in front of the window without words, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the middle of the night.
A glass of wine, a taste, a glimpse of a lifetime. A lamp, one light, one light will bring people back home. A long road will make people tired, and many people will get drunk if they drink too much. One flower and one world, one tree and one floating life.
The harmonious wind sings, as if you are next to each other. Butterflies love flowers, and eternal happiness
The last glimmer of the setting sun sets, and the sky gradually darkens. In the south of the sky, whose hopes are gone with the wind.
The other shore flower is beautiful and sad.
How can I win over each other when there are only half and half of grudges and grudges?
The soldiers are drunk on the battlefield, smiling at the world of mortals and recalling the sunset.
I am alone, reflected in the moonlight, and asked where my hometown is?