Ancient sentimental articles 1: Sansheng can't support each other for a moment. Sword, military life, knife, asking for directions, people, rough world, road, fate, mutual engraving, gathering, farewell, dream, hard to understand.
Xiao Feng's waning moon, the lost years, the human rights and wrongs, pleading, a past event, a sadness, no hate, people can't sleep, love a few people, hurt a few times, leisurely my heart, Wuxi River wind, the waning moon Shan Ye, see the loneliness of the world, miss too much, a mature, a gloomy, an extravagant, melancholy about wine
Ten guiding flowers, a stream of flowers, an eternal letter, several people in the mansion, Xiao Yue dusk, a wine, quaint poetry, life in Yi Deng, love, three thousand lonely dreams, people, night lights picking the moon, one army horse, ancient tea in appearance, one Kyushu, laughter and romance, one looking at the building, one drawing.
East wind around, Kirin said, life blooms and flowers fall in youth, life in orbit, soldiers, a word synthesis, life in heaven and earth, flying the skyline, flying kites, falling in love, meteor locks, lightning days, vast winds, life should not be lost, people are left out in the cold, love low-key, rain is not a word, people are not saints, but a person, which makes me annoyed and ashamed for a lifetime.
One person's tenderness, ten miles of wind and rain, a month before the flower, shallow drunk and shallow asked, a piece of text, two drops of affection, one person hiding in the moon, one person taking the heaven and asking not to say goodbye, one person gathering in the afterlife, the gate of hell, Heaven and Earth Mountain, the cold world, Huayue Mountain, inviting me to see the world in the afterlife, this life, the army drunk red makeup, less wind, people are MUBI, the rain is not over.
Holding the world rich, blood moving mountains and rivers at dusk, makes me dusty red, Jin Ge, Jianghu snuff, years building, sword-tip tears, acacia fu, tears become sorrow, a drop of wind falls on the earth, flowers bloom and flowers fall, people are different, a sad song plays the sunset, Wutong Tian, September Mountain, ancient temple wine, sleepless wine, longevity, forgetting words and falling flowers.
Flying at night, the end of the world is cold, snowflakes move, falling, life and death, year after year, people are cold, I spend a full moon, May Day, the poet returns, a song moves around the beam, kite mountain, moonlight is slow, Xiao Yue Tianhe gathers ice strings, flowers are divided, drops are hung, Nagato is cold, three years later, the cloister wine is full of sadness, tears, deep coat, dreams on the wall, shadows.
It's strange that at the beginning, the wind blew Nantadu. I hated being surprised and missed the Yamen Lengye Bridge. I have been helpless all my life, but I have no choice but to live. Flowers bloom and fall, people dream two lines, tears pour wine, flowers bloom and months grow. People are not in the center, and dreams are broken. Why not desolate? Life geometry, human dew, sunset clouds, wind blowing on the moon, flowers crossing the cold, dreaming of locking the bridge, flowers crossing the cold.
Understand the damage, flow a defeat, 3,000 soldiers and horses laugh at one person, Iraqi face, peach blossom Su, wake up to know the world, birds speak clearly, field yue, delay calculation, spend money and wine every month, guide China, cross quicksand, the sea is silent, the world is cold, tears break for three years, people count the road ahead, fireworks are easy to cold, no complaints.
Thousands of lights, flowers and dreams, reincarnation bridge, crossing the sunny day, people are helpless, filled in September, lived for thousands of years, missed every year, worried about life, robbed the lamp heart, interpreted words, people gaunt, lights are hibiscus, the soul is eternal, a word flow, one knife cuts, one can not follow the fate, two knives say, goodbye in the rivers and lakes, it is difficult to write three lives, it is life.
Gutadu, heart v., dusk sentence, sunset tears, withered vines around the sea breeze, mountains and rivers are difficult to understand, the world is indulgent, people are far away, life is miserable, exquisite look at me, right and wrong judgment, hanging a calculation, people are confused, how many years have passed since snuff, looking back for a hundred years, without losing the taste of the world, fireworks are reborn, the phoenix flies nine times, Ling Yunzhi, eyebrows bent dew, appearance, and so on.
Written by the king, the iron horse Jin Ge, after years of dusk, the heart asks, the overpass line, the sea of people is lonely, hiding from the heavenly soldiers, hovering in the rain or shine, which is a condemnation of withering, bad karma, bad karma, cold every day, everlasting, good write-off, long years, people singing, ditty pipa, a stream, scaring the lake.
It's hard to leave the sky when you work on the moon, and you hate the years for a long time. The moon has nothing to do with people's souls. People understand the world and ask for longevity. People are scattered, flowers and moons are thick, and people are not in the center. This situation is endless. Finally, I understand, one step away, it is difficult to distinguish between high and low, and in the autumn of the afterlife, I hit the nail on the head. Miaomiao, an unpredictable person, read and dispersed, and saw through it, a piece of Feng Ming.
Flowers bloom for a long time, mimosa, dying palace gate, midnight rain, rivers and lakes, and the time to accompany me is too short. I spent my whole life drawing my sword, just for missing. That year, on the West Lake, the lotus bloomed and the lovesickness broke, and it came and went for thousands of years. I made a name for myself in this battle. I died without hope, just to see you. If I call again, I'm willing to be lonely, for fear that you will get hurt. Wine does not intoxicate peach blossoms, gardenia leaves, sad things, a past event, two lines of tears, countless vows, and countless concerns.
At the end of the month, you are sad, a bustling lamp, the heart lamp goes out, how many winds, how many tears, a drop of thoughts, three realms of love. Looking back, it is already row upon row, and there is nowhere ahead. How can I get away with it and forget?
In July, I left Phoenix. In September, I spent a lot of time alone, but I fell in love with you. It may be too far away to understand the ancient meaning, but I can't live. When a player shows his life, it is too short. The tip of the sword is like tears, and the sword picks the dusk. People look back, return to the soul lamp, and take photos of the latest flowers in the air. What if you turn around and lose the world and I see you lose your country again?
Your back, I know, flows like a song, rivers and lakes meet again, my agreement, my heart knows, tears repeat themselves, I can't leave. If it's fate, there's no need to be deeply grieved. If there is no chance, there is no need to miss it through the ages. Fate is deep and shallow, but it is rare, and it will be separated after all.
My heart is lonely, and I envy the world. Snuff cools easily, but beauty hurts. The confidant shed tears, and the monologue was too deep, writing down the legacy of the ages. On that day, I had you in my eyes and put on red makeup for me. I escaped from this world and failed it. Later, when you knew right from wrong, I watched Jianghu. I'll see you again in ten years. This day, your hug, my tears, I can't tell you clearly. There are red leaves everywhere. You didn't wait for me, but I came for you.
Ten years of life and death, a river's lake, if I believe you, life and death depend on each other, if you leave, Wan Li will miss you, and that's just a snap of your fingers. Plum blossom cooking wine is cold, smiles warm the sound of the flute, flowers bloom and fall, and the world is heartbroken, and it is an eternal story to tread lightly on each other. The moon bends around the eyebrows, the clouds overlap lightly, and the flowers are seen in the fog. The good times did not last long, and the pears fell behind and the fate was scattered. One of them was separated and sent away for the rest of his life.
Looking at the rivers and lakes from afar, people are bending their eyebrows, the night rain shines on people, the lotus flowers are reunited, people are homesick, and the candlelight is cold in the spring and autumn, intermittent and intermittent. People are cold without hemp fiber, single is touching, cold thoughts, dripping smiles, comic books, life and death classics, the world in a word, and the empty sigh of life. This year, a few years later, the wine wears the intestines, the heart laughs, the past blows with the wind, the ancient temple is cold to me, sheltered from the wind, the morning light shines on me, and the evening is not far away. I hate the sky, nine floors, similar names, and people depend on each other. How can white hair know the tears of the year, regret the original, blame others, lock up life and bury the future?
A sword, knowing my beauty, cools my heart. If we are together again, why break up? If it's fate, why hate it? If there is no chance, the sword has been drawn. Not red makeup, but like red makeup, not holding hands, but hate holding hands, white snow fluttering, one-handed acacia, two tears, meet and hate late. A period of melancholy, a parting, the past years, the bright moon shines away the soul, the breeze asks, hide the sword tears, promise me the afterlife, this life passes by, and the fate is exhausted.
A period of sadness, graceful and restrained injury in the clear autumn, a few people drink, flowers leave, put on suits, phoenix terrace, years of lights. Flowers bloom and fall, a few people are romantic, and they have red makeup all their lives. They are single-minded, hard-working, Beidou Conan, half-moon, and people are not at the end of the day. They sigh lightly about the floating life, the hall of eternal treasure, the boat asking about the past life, hiding their faces and crying, waiting for the future, leaving too much behind, vowing to land, thinking too much, fleeting time, too heavy feelings, lovesickness and darkness.
Wearing hemp fiber, birds singing outside the door, planing leaves, September day, full moon inadvertently hate, hard to leave, hard to meet, crying there, two lines of tears, frivolous, light rain crisp, melancholy every night, busy drinking solo, silent sea. A thousand promises, a romantic piece of paper, pear blossoms bloom and fall, the wind breaks, scales are everywhere, looking back and smiling, the world is at your fingertips, there is no cloud in Gankun Wan Li, the yin soldiers are in the aisle, their eyes are as cold as ice, they hesitate in the painting, and their hair is washed and washed, just for the other side.
The world of mortals is full of leaves, the door is empty, and poetry mourns for a thousand years. The army is full, and the mountains and rivers are full at night. A butterfly lovers, a fallen flower, wrinkles in the corner of the eye, and flowers on the eyes. A door, entrusted by Eden people all his life, took several people on the journey and hurt many people. The moonlight shines on the river bend, people step on their eyebrows, and their fate is unfair. Jinyi failed to show its future, flowers fell and the moon withered. In the north and south days, gardenias in Meihua Temple bloomed, and they met to bid farewell to each other, showing the south wall and the north mountain making the heart cool, weighing the left and right, and heartbreaking.
How can I reach the meteor in Jiangnan? There is no trace of snow, and killing the enemy will never happen. Just count with one hand. Dawn is inseparable. The rain at night will ask me, the fog will stop, the kite will be wrong, and I have worked hard for it several times. I will write it off in time, I will meet you late and write down no regrets. Bamboo stick shoes, kowtowing to Buddha, gather and disperse at the touch of fate, cross the border deeply and shallowly, and wander in the air for nine days, holding the fingertips to comb the fleeting time, the wind blows and falls, and the light rain comes again.
Sex, it is difficult to tell the enemy from me, and it is difficult to get together in this life. The supreme Huashan sword, an ordinary master, is a scene of life, doomed to be inseparable, difficult to gather and easy to disperse, doomed in previous lives, unpredictable in this life,/kloc-difficult to gather in 0/8 years, difficult to gather in that year, separated by one night. From now on, I will never show my eyebrows again. One knife goes down, feelings are hard to break, one knife goes down, and memories are in vain. After three generations, I can't help but break it. How can we get together and leave?
Wind, rain, wine, grapes, Iraqis, years have passed, and I have no attachments. I sigh that in this life, Fang Zunyi left the old man, the frost and rain knocked at the door at night, leaving a few people during the day, asking the wrong date for the first time and asking the wrong evening for the first time. There is a saying that there is a heartless and desolate heart. The word Zen is awe-stricken, the butterfly is in love with flowers, and the clear water goes around Liu Xufei. As soon as you enter the palace gate, you will dance in pairs, tears will flow in pairs in three steps, and Xiao Qiao will cross the river, regretting his parting, lamenting his desolation, singing and shaking the soul, dreaming about the moon, and life will be impermanent and helpless.
Ancient sentimental book II: Harvesting the quiet beauty of autumn leaves Spring and autumn always alternate in turn, and life is separated when we are together. ? Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. ? Although autumn is getting stronger and the moonlight is as cool as water, the quiet beauty of autumn leaves is still a chapter in Tagore's poems, which can only be salvaged in memory. ? Autumn leaves, a little banana, a little sorrow. ? Autumn? Add words? Heart? Words turn into sadness, and autumn is always the most memorable. Different journeys will have different scenery and different experiences. You are on the road, or in pairs, full of love; Still alone, only lonely. People's mood is sometimes really like autumn, sometimes with helpless sadness, and sometimes with the joy of harvest! Autumn leaves fall one after another, and my heart breaks a little. Autumn wind is blowing, so saying goodbye really shouldn't be in autumn!
I often marvel at such a pure blue dream. Perhaps the sky in spring is brilliant, the sky in summer is warm, the sky in winter is solemn and the sky in autumn is the purest. Some people say that middle age is like autumn, which seems a little sad. But I think when people reach middle age, they will more or less exude a mature and steady attitude from the inside out? Smell? It is because my life is constantly honed and my mind is constantly growing that I have learned to look down on the clouds and face the wind and rain calmly. Middle age is a kind of accumulation of life. With rich experience, I gradually despise wealth and honor and understand the true meaning of life. Autumn has really become an eventful autumn in my understanding. Faced with the heaviness of this autumn, my heart lacks warmth and vitality.
Life is a big post station. From the starting point to the end point, there are various post stations of different sizes. There are people getting on and off at every post office. Autumn, the harvest season, the fruit completed his mission, countless storms, he silently endured, painfully grew up, just want to bring the joy of harvest to his master. The autumn flowers are still gorgeous, just like the summer flowers, beautiful as before, never sleeping, afraid to fall asleep, as if waiting for a stormy night to go home. The impression of autumn reminds people of the sight of wild geese flying south in the north, red leaves all over the mountains and bleak autumn wind. Although it is in the cold north, although the autumn water is clear, the leaves are withered. But I have different memories of autumn?
Take a sip of autumn water to clear your heart, walk lightly in the spring flowers and autumn moon, sing softly in the cool heart, enjoy the beautiful scenery in the trickle, and be indifferent to peace. In spring, listen to the sound of flowers, and in autumn, appreciate the charm of falling flowers. In this crisp autumn season, the fragrance of Qiu Lan is intoxicating. Golden Huang Chengcheng wheat is holding full ears of wheat, and sorghum is holding a burning torch. Chunhua Qiushi? This scene made the reapers show the joy of harvest. Walking on the road in late autumn, comfortably embracing the rare morning in chaos, it seems that there is no enchanting summer, and it seems that I still don't understand the harshness of winter. The pure sky is quietly elegant and leisurely.
Stepping into autumn is like walking on a colorful ink painting. Blue clouds are evenly distributed in the world, and the forests in the fields on the hills are all dyed orange, yellow, green and green, unconsciously painting a colorful and charming autumn scenery for nature. The autumn meaning of this scene is precisely the autumn love that those literati are crazy about from beginning to end. Tagore said: all people are heading for autumn, and none of us can get rid of it. This is the destination of life. The seasons rotate in turn in time, and life is always aging. There is a mood in a season, and autumn is read as a woman waiting for maturity. Maturity is a blooming flower. Although it has experienced the charm of spring and the fiery heat of summer, it is the most gorgeous autumn in life! Mature woman, weather-beaten, bathed in rain and dew, grinds the angular impulse of the past to jade, revealing the quiet beauty as mature as autumn leaves?
The calm and memory after years of precipitation shine in time. I suddenly feel that when people are lonely, they don't lack bosom friends, but lose themselves on the road. Wang Guozhen has a poem:? You have a morning bell, how can you refuse a late drum? . We should learn to understand more, treat life as a journey, and each of us will stop sometimes, because eternity is not there! Although autumn is the harvest season, I don't like its depression. Autumn wind sweeps away leaves, giving people a feeling of loss. I like the red of maple leaves, so red that no pigment can set off such a strong color. I am dreaming that one day I can go to a big maple forest and wander alone in the maple forest, so that the red of maple leaves can flow into my blood. So far, I remember? Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers? This poem. Presumably, the ancients also had a soft spot for maple leaves.
Autumn makes people sad, which has long been fixed in my impression. The old man who sweeps the fallen leaves in the desolate village ditch seems to best reflect the sadness of autumn in the empty Yuan Ye. Yes, the most precious thing for people is to have a normal heart. Everything begins with karma and is born of thought. Look down on those hopeless results, look down on gains and losses. If you miss the splendor of summer flowers, you will surely reap the quiet beauty of autumn leaves.
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