Beautiful sentence: On the banks of Sansheng Stone, Iraqis remain the same.

Beautiful sentence: On the banks of Sansheng Stone, Iraqis remain the same 1. Walking in the south of the Yangtze River with time and bloom, I miss your shallow smile and murmur in previous lives. You said I must wait for you, in time, in the south of bloom. No matter how far the journey is, you said you would come, and you would smile with me in the bloom in the south of the Yangtze River and revel in the four seasons in the south of the Yangtze River. The joy of the past has turned yellow at the street corner. Looking back, it is already a memory of a place; In the fleeting time of light and shadow, the mountain is the story of water, the cloud is the story of wind, and you are not my story; Love is not exhausted, flowers are exhausted, and the deepest memories in the years are always blocked by mountains and rivers, turning into a wisp of melancholy and drifting with the wind. 3, prosperous 3,000, warm year. Memories of the past are a pool of ink and wash, sprinkled into a misty and rainy Jiangnan landscape, looming in the long years. Unconsciously, those unprepared emotions, such as the sea burst its banks, impact the closed door. There are always some people and things that you can't give up and can't let go. Always believe that the road will not be far if the hearts are together. 4, prosperous 3,000, but in the end, the dust settled, just like taking off the makeup during the day at night, quiet and peaceful. Time flies, the gains and losses I care about in those years, the success or failure I care about, all become fleeting. At any time, the other shore is only one step away and the world is wide. 5, the years are long, and the strings of the four seasons pass through the past and through the heart. Yes, that's it, leaning against the porch window. Looking at the glass time, I warmly opened a garden full of Fang Fei. People are still the same, and time flies. The thoughts I planted for you last year sprouted in the gentle drizzle, growing branches, leaves and branches, full of budding hopes. 6, a bridge, called helplessness; A river, called Forgetting River. On the banks of Sansheng Stone, Iraqis are still there. I am willing to accompany you to laugh three thousand times and leave without regrets; Remembering beauty as jade, sword as rainbow, breaking vanity. Between the flowers and the moon. He smiled and drank Meng Po soup. She doesn't cry for beauty! And the rain is invincible, and the world is worried. If there is an afterlife, it will be a beautiful city. Who knows this love? 7. Time is incomplete. I once believed in the purity of the sky. Good memories gradually freeze and are stored in my mind. The familiar scenery has long been washed away in the river of years. The temperature remaining in the palm of your hand, in the desolation of things being transformed, also slowly cools down with the memory. 8, holding a cup of tea, lovesickness in the middle of the night. Beauty, when will you pay it back? Green tea is like sake, and the Buddha is slightly drunk. The flowers beside me are bright, but Zhu Yan is sad. It's hard to give up and it's hard to stay. It's a moonlit night, and then it becomes sand between your fingers. It is better to live forever, forget each other, go home, see the green hills looming, run all the way, and look at the horizon. 9, autumn rain, cold, knocked over the poems written on the veins, scattered all over the place. Pick up the leaves, carefully string them together and decorate them between the lines, so that autumn can spread and last forever in the chapter. Sitting alone, looking up at the sky, a drop of autumn rain falls on my heart, washing away my inner anxiety and cooling my burning heart. 10, dressed in blue and white, in Gu Xiang, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, the green flag is fragrant with annual rings, and the ancient city wall is elegant with literati's clear words, and a snow just falls into it, which is somewhat poetic. The single plum blossom hidden in white, the Chimonanthus praecox with dark yellow chin and the cold green weeds under the snow all contain snow shame and get drunk together: 1 1, I promise you wealth all your life, and I will print you cinnabar. Since I promised you three lives, I was worried and satisfied with tears in summer. Since you have been drunk for a long time, you are shallow and have grandiose dreams. How can you give up, because it depends on you. I gave you hundreds of chapters, rain paintings and chess games. Today, your eyebrows are arched, your makeup is hung, and your ink gauze is light. Today, I dreamed that your Sichuan pigeon was purple, your leaves withered and danced at night, you have spent half your life here, and you stayed in Xia Mei in the middle of a sandstorm. Recalling the past years, crying and frosting during the day, sealing incense with poetry. 12, how many lovesickness? Drunk in the world of mortals, haggard with rain and fog all the way, vaguely like (Meiwenm.cn) fragrant red-violet falling pink petals, sparse phoenix tree floating green leaves. Lonely to see the charm, acacia tears send smoke waves, melancholy to the dusk courtyard, only three thousand moss, acacia disaster. Ren Qingsi 3,000, dancing with the wind, missing forever. 13, the immortal elegance under the green monument, a gorgeous and lonely year, the dead-leaf butterfly of flowers, with its wings broken, danced in youth, whose blood and tears were buried underground, whose story changed in troubled times. A thousand years of tears, eternal love, endless, but a person's world. The empty city is shrouded in smoke and dust, and under the ruins, the lonely soul is free to learn the next peerless myth. 14, there is no Tathagata in the world, there is in the heart, and there is nothing in the heart. A paradise in a flower and a world in a grass; One tree, one bodhi, one soil and one Buddha; There is pure land on one side, and there is a dusty relationship between smiles; A pure heart is a lotus flower. Buddha is everywhere, Buddha is everywhere. If there is beauty in the heart, the lotus blooms everywhere. Water does not wash water, and dust does not stain dust. 15, the lonely city is sleepless, south of the city, the starry sky is blurred, the soul of flowers is free, lilacs are scattered all over the floor, as white as frost, listening to the flowers falling and the wind blowing. The hair is lingering in the heart, deeper and cooler. Sitting in the lotus pond, the clouds are moving, the moon is bright, frogs are singing, the wind is blowing, the piano is playing long, the face is soft, the broken reflection, the mottled moonlight and the lonely figure. 16, in Chang' an, take a boat, climb the building, and the wind caresses the willows. Tu Su wine, eyebrow sweeper, playing drums all night. I still remember going to the forest, peony was angry and the son of heaven was fighting for love. Walk around the fence, walk around the tiles, and throw rouge at you. Eight waters around, just watching the beauty tour. The Imperial City is forbidden, and Jin Wu is on patrol. Tens of thousands of Shan Ye have got the winding river. Looking back, see the Spring and Autumn Period. 17, people come and go, just like a thread, silence is like a fleeting time, in a small dust, a vast sea of smoke, a sea of vicissitudes of life, suddenly became a memory; Summer has come and gone, in the world of mortals, it's as quiet as Miko Wu, and season after season, the sun is shining, the moonlight is bloody, and then summer goes again; Life goes by and youth is sacrificed. If you are a teenager, you will stumble in the ink, full of knowledge and care for the world. This life is enough! 18, the rain is falling and the smoke is dazzling, leaving a wet mood; Flowers turn into mud, leaving a permanent fragrance all the way. Falling flowers once a year will always be appreciated by one person. This time, I took your soul with me, so we are not alone. Petals flying all over the sky are your flying soul, the fragrance all the way, and the breath you left behind. 19, Liu, Lihua Bai, where is the faint acacia? Autumn rain is cool, chrysanthemum is yellow, where to worry about being a cold window. If you are happy, forget the past, where there is a fragrant soul. How much the spring breeze has come, and where it is worth looking forward to. Time is like quicksand, even if it is picturesque, I will celebrate it for several years. After the autumn frost, the winter snow array is beautiful and charming. Where can I recall the scenery of that year? 20, a river of autumn water stops the dust, the dream of red dust covers the night, and everything can't be disturbed. I want to look back and smile, but the past is scattered with the wind. Lonely women hate longer, and dreams linger. Look up and sigh, a pot of muddy wine, drunk the end of the world, bloom is also lonely, amorous feelings more lonely, this life without gathering and parting.