Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.
The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain.
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it says it will rain late.
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Sleep every night unless you have a good dream. High-rise buildings in Yue Ming are exclusive. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Affectionate since ancient times, where to wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. -Liu Yonglin Yuling in the Northern Song Dynasty
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and staring at tears, there is no rain to choke. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange. Who are you talking to?
By the way, this question is stupid enough.
Responder: Handsome Dog-Magician Level 4 9-28 20:55
With Zhuo Wenjun wrote to Sima Xiangru's hoary head song.
Respondent: Feng Xiaoyi-Assistant Level 2 9-28 2 1:02
Guan daosheng << my words >>: you are jealous of me, and you are very affectionate; Feelings are everywhere and hot as fire: twist a piece of mud into a you and shape a me. Break the two of us together and mix them with water; Twist the other you and shape the other me. I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud: life with you, death with you.
Allusion: Guan Daosheng, the wife of Zhao Mengfu, a painter and calligrapher in China in the early Yuan Dynasty, wrote this poem. It is said that Guan Furen wrote this poem after learning that her husband was going to take a concubine, but Zhao Mengfu was deeply moved after reading this poem, and never mentioned the matter of taking a concubine again. (concubinage ... is it a bit strange? )
Zhuo Wenjun << "Poem of Complaining Lang >"; After saying goodbye, we missed each other. We agreed to March and April, but who knows five or six years. The lyre has no intention to play, the eight expert books can't be passed on, the nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the ten-mile pavilion wants to wear it. All kinds of grievances, all kinds of thoughts, all kinds of helpless sighs. I'm tired of having a thousand words to say. Chongyang climbs to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round. In July and a half, incense is burned to ask the sky, and everyone shakes their hearts in the dog days of June. In May, pomegranate flowers were as red as fire, and the flowers were watered by cold rain. April loquat yellow, I want to be cold to the mirror. Peach blossoms follow the running water in March, and kites break strings in February. Hey, Lang Lang, I wish you to be a woman's man in your next life.
Allusion: Sima Xiangru, a great writer in the Western Han Dynasty, one day revealed to Zhuo Wenjun the meaning of his widow (Zhuo Wenjun) taking a concubine ... Zhuo Wenjun returned to Sima Xiangru with a song & gt Later, Sima Xiangru was ashamed to think about the love between husband and wife in the past. From then on, he never mentioned leaving his wife and concubinage again. ..
If you want to cut it short, I think & gt the last sentence "I wish I could be a man for women" is not bad! How touching ...
Look for it yourself anyway.
Interviewee: _ _-probation period level 1 9-28 2 1:03.
Change your mind ...
Why do you want such people to change their minds?
Answer: Heather-Apprentice Magician Level 2 9-28 22:37
Being rich and thin is your heart.
I don't know what love is.
Like a dream, the past is vivid.
Newcomers ignore old friends
People often have regrets when they fall.
Don't touch the south wall, don't revive.
If you remember the concentric alliance.
Old love is also affectionate.
Tibetan head: clothes are not as good as new, people are not as good as old.
Responder: Qixi 20077- Joined General 9-29 00:37
Being rich and thin is your heart.
I don't know what love is.
Like a dream, the past is vivid.
Newcomers ignore old friends
People often have regrets when they fall.
Don't touch the south wall, don't revive.
If you remember the concentric alliance.
Old love is also affectionate.
Tibetan head: clothes are not as good as new, people are not as good as old.
Respondent: txdyzd- Scholar Level 2 9-29 10:03
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Answer: A's Secret-Trainee Magician Level 3 9-29 10: 18
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.
The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain.
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Respondent: Joshua Liu-the probation period is 9-29 10:25.
Being rich and thin is your heart.
I don't know what love is.
Like a dream, the past is vivid.
Newcomers ignore old friends
People often have regrets when they fall.
Don't touch the south wall, don't revive.
If you remember the concentric alliance.
Old love is also affectionate.
Tibetan head: clothes are not as good as new, people are not as good as old.
Responder: Xiao Yu Bao Bei nn- Assistant Level 2 9-29 10:52.
jgjhj
Respondent: Good 1232 1 Good-Beginner in Jianghu Level 2 9-29 10:55.
Willow green Jiang Shuiping, singing on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.
The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain.
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it says it will rain late.
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Sleep every night unless you have a good dream. High-rise buildings in Yue Ming are exclusive. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Affectionate since ancient times, where to wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. -Liu Yonglin Yuling in the Northern Song Dynasty
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and staring at tears, there is no rain to choke. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange. Who are you talking to?
By the way, this question is stupid enough.
Responder: Handsome Dog-Magician Level 4 9-28 20:55
With Zhuo Wenjun wrote to Sima Xiangru's hoary head song.
Respondent: Feng Xiaoyi-Assistant Level 2 9-28 2 1:02
Guan daosheng << my words >>: you are jealous of me, and you are very affectionate; Feelings are everywhere and hot as fire: twist a piece of mud into a you and shape a me. Break the two of us together and mix them with water; Twist the other you and shape the other me. I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud: life with you, death with you.
Allusion: Guan Daosheng, the wife of Zhao Mengfu, a painter and calligrapher in China in the early Yuan Dynasty, wrote this poem. It is said that Guan Furen wrote this poem after learning that her husband was going to take a concubine, but Zhao Mengfu was deeply moved after reading this poem, and never mentioned the matter of taking a concubine again. (concubinage ... is it a bit strange? )
Zhuo Wenjun << "Poem of Complaining Lang >"; After saying goodbye, we missed each other. We agreed to March and April, but who knows five or six years. The lyre has no intention to play, the eight expert books can't be passed on, the nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the ten-mile pavilion wants to wear it. All kinds of grievances, all kinds of thoughts, all kinds of helpless sighs. I'm tired of having a thousand words to say. Chongyang climbs to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round. In July and a half, incense is burned to ask the sky, and everyone shakes their hearts in the dog days of June. In May, pomegranate flowers were as red as fire, and the flowers were watered by cold rain. April loquat yellow, I want to be cold to the mirror. Peach blossoms follow the running water in March, and kites break strings in February. Hey, Lang Lang, I wish you to be a woman's man in your next life.
Allusion: Sima Xiangru, a great writer in the Western Han Dynasty, one day revealed to Zhuo Wenjun the meaning of his widow (Zhuo Wenjun) taking a concubine ... Zhuo Wenjun returned to Sima Xiangru with a song & gt Later, Sima Xiangru was ashamed to think about the love between husband and wife in the past. From then on, he never mentioned leaving his wife and concubinage again. ..
Interviewee: Lonely God-Assistant Level 3 9-29 1 1:23
Willow green Jiang Shuiping, singing on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny.
Interviewee: Cao Nai-doorman level 3 9-29 1 1:48.
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Sleep every night unless you have a good dream. High-rise buildings in Yue Ming are exclusive. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Respondents: dzl 8 16 1040j- magic apprentice level 9-29 1 1:50.
Willow green Jiang Shuiping, singing on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.
The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain.
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it says it will rain late.
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Sleep every night unless you have a good dream. High-rise buildings in Yue Ming are exclusive. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Affectionate since ancient times, where to wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. -Liu Yonglin Yuling in the Northern Song Dynasty
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and staring at tears, there is no rain to choke. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange. Who are you talking to?
By the way, this question is stupid enough.
Responder: Handsome Dog-Magician Level 4 9-28 20:55
With Zhuo Wenjun wrote to Sima Xiangru's hoary head song.
Respondent: Feng Xiaoyi-Assistant Level 2 9-28 2 1:02
Guan daosheng << my words >>: you are jealous of me, and you are very affectionate; Feelings are everywhere and hot as fire: twist a piece of mud into a you and shape a me. Break the two of us together and mix them with water; Twist the other you and shape the other me. I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud: life with you, death with you.
Allusion: Guan Daosheng, the wife of Zhao Mengfu, a painter and calligrapher in China in the early Yuan Dynasty, wrote this poem. It is said that Guan Furen wrote this poem after learning that her husband was going to take a concubine, but Zhao Mengfu was deeply moved after reading this poem, and never mentioned the matter of taking a concubine again. (concubinage ... is it a bit strange? )
Zhuo Wenjun << "Poem of Complaining Lang >"; After saying goodbye, we missed each other. We agreed to March and April, but who knows five or six years. The lyre has no intention to play, the eight expert books can't be passed on, the nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the ten-mile pavilion wants to wear it. All kinds of grievances, all kinds of thoughts, all kinds of helpless sighs. I'm tired of having a thousand words to say. Chongyang climbs to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round. In July and a half, incense is burned to ask the sky, and everyone shakes their hearts in the dog days of June. In May, pomegranate flowers were as red as fire, and the flowers were watered by cold rain. April loquat yellow, I want to be cold to the mirror. Peach blossoms follow the running water in March, and kites break strings in February. Hey, Lang Lang, I wish you to be a woman's man in your next life.
Allusion: Sima Xiangru, a great writer in the Western Han Dynasty, one day revealed to Zhuo Wenjun the meaning of his widow (Zhuo Wenjun) taking a concubine ... Zhuo Wenjun returned to Sima Xiangru with a song & gt Later, Sima Xiangru was ashamed to think about the love between husband and wife in the past. From then on, he never mentioned leaving his wife and concubinage again. ..
If you want to cut it short, I think & gt the last sentence "I wish I could be a man for women" is not bad! How touching ...
Look for it yourself anyway.
Interviewee: _ _-probation period level 1 9-28 2 1:03.
Change your mind ...
Why do you want such people to change their minds?
Answer: Heather-Apprentice Magician Level 2 9-28 22:37
Being rich and thin is your heart.
I don't know what love is.
Like a dream, the past is vivid.
Newcomers ignore old friends
People often have regrets when they fall.
Don't touch the south wall, don't revive.
If you remember the concentric alliance.
Old love is also affectionate.
Tibetan head: clothes are not as good as new, people are not as good as old.
Responder: Qixi 20077- Joined General 9-29 00:37
Being rich and thin is your heart.
I don't know what love is.
Like a dream, the past is vivid.
Newcomers ignore old friends
People often have regrets when they fall.
Don't touch the south wall, don't revive.
If you remember the concentric alliance.
Old love is also affectionate.
Tibetan head: clothes are not as good as new, people are not as good as old.
Respondent: txdyzd- Scholar Level 2 9-29 10:03
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Answer: A's Secret-Trainee Magician Level 3 9-29 10: 18
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.
The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain.
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Respondent: Joshua Liu-the probation period is 9-29 10:25.
Being rich and thin is your heart.
I don't know what love is.
Like a dream, the past is vivid.
Newcomers ignore old friends
People often have regrets when they fall.
Don't touch the south wall, don't revive.
If you remember the concentric alliance.
Old love is also affectionate.
Tibetan head: clothes are not as good as new, people are not as good as old.
Responder: Xiao Yu Bao Bei nn- Assistant Level 2 9-29 10:52.
jgjhj
Respondent: Good 1232 1 Good-Beginner in Jianghu Level 2 9-29 10:55.
Willow green Jiang Shuiping, singing on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.
The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain.
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it says it will rain late.
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Sleep every night unless you have a good dream. High-rise buildings in Yue Ming are exclusive. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Affectionate since ancient times, where to wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. -Liu Yonglin Yuling in the Northern Song Dynasty
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and staring at tears, there is no rain to choke. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange. Who are you talking to?
By the way, this question is stupid enough.
Responder: Handsome Dog-Magician Level 4 9-28 20:55
With Zhuo Wenjun wrote to Sima Xiangru's hoary head song.
Respondent: Feng Xiaoyi-Assistant Level 2 9-28 2 1:02
Guan daosheng << my words >>: you are jealous of me, and you are very affectionate; Feelings are everywhere and hot as fire: twist a piece of mud into a you and shape a me. Break the two of us together and mix them with water; Twist the other you and shape the other me. I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud: life with you, death with you.
Allusion: Guan Daosheng, the wife of Zhao Mengfu, a painter and calligrapher in China in the early Yuan Dynasty, wrote this poem. It is said that Guan Furen wrote this poem after learning that her husband was going to take a concubine, but Zhao Mengfu was deeply moved after reading this poem, and never mentioned the matter of taking a concubine again. (concubinage ... is it a bit strange? )
Zhuo Wenjun << "Poem of Complaining Lang >"; After saying goodbye, we missed each other. We agreed to March and April, but who knows five or six years. The lyre has no intention to play, the eight expert books can't be passed on, the nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the ten-mile pavilion wants to wear it. All kinds of grievances, all kinds of thoughts, all kinds of helpless sighs. I'm tired of having a thousand words to say. Chongyang climbs to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round. In July and a half, incense is burned to ask the sky, and everyone shakes their hearts in the dog days of June. In May, pomegranate flowers were as red as fire, and the flowers were watered by cold rain. April loquat yellow, I want to be cold to the mirror. Peach blossoms follow the running water in March, and kites break strings in February. Hey, Lang Lang, I wish you to be a woman's man in your next life.
Allusion: Sima Xiangru, a great writer in the Western Han Dynasty, one day revealed to Zhuo Wenjun the meaning of his widow (Zhuo Wenjun) taking a concubine ... Zhuo Wenjun returned to Sima Xiangru with a song & gt Later, Sima Xiangru was ashamed to think about the love between husband and wife in the past. From then on, he never mentioned leaving his wife and concubinage again. ..
Interviewee: Lonely God-Assistant Level 3 9-29 1 1:23
Willow green Jiang Shuiping, singing on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny.
Interviewee: Cao Nai-doorman level 3 9-29 1 1:48.
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Sleep every night unless you have a good dream. High-rise buildings in Yue Ming are exclusive. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Respondents: dzl 8 16 1040j- magic apprentice level 9-29 1 1:50.
Interviewee: Z Rentian-New to Jianghu Level 2 9-29 12:29
elegant
Respondent: z 8 10565558- ranking 1 9-29 12:55.
Divorce if you have an affair.
Or just tell him. ...
That's what I did. ...
And ... it worked!
Responder: Deep Sea Squid-Assistant Level 2 9-29 13:40
Divorce!
Interviewee: I am a beautiful woman-the probation period is 9-29 14:06.
1. Yangliuqing Jiang Shuiping, singing on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny.
2. once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
3. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn.
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.
The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain.
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
When you ask about the untimely return date, late rain will rise in the autumn pool. When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it says it will rain late.
5. Wine turns into homesickness and tears.
Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
6. Nostalgia, chasing the idea of traveling. Sleep every night unless you have a good dream. High-rise buildings in Yue Ming are exclusive. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
7. Affectionate since ancient times, where can I wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. -Liu Yonglin Yuling in the Northern Song Dynasty
8. I am sad, the pavilion is late, and the shower begins to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and staring at tears, there is no rain to choke. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
9. It should be a good time and a good scene after the New Year. Customs are strange. Who are you talking to?
Responder: Sunshine Girl Xixi-Trainee Magician Level 2 9-29 14: 1 1
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Respondent: 080 1 hhh- tong sheng level 1 9-29 14:25.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.
The spring breeze travels ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you will roll up the bead curtain.
Affectionate but always ruthless, I feel proud when I can't laugh.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Respondent: Zhou Bolang-Assistant Level 2 9-29 14:43
I love you as mice love rice.
No matter how many storms, I will still accompany you.
I miss you thinking that no matter how bitter you are.
As long as it makes you happy, I will love you like this.
I have a special feeling when I hear your voice.
Let me keep thinking about you and dare not forget you again.
I remember a person who will stay in my heart forever.
Even if I can only miss you like this.
If the ideal of love really comes true one day.
I will redouble my efforts to be kind to you and never change.
No matter how far away, it will be realized.
I will kiss your ear and say to you.
I love you as mice love rice.
No matter how many storms, I will still accompany you.
I miss you thinking that no matter how bitter you are.
As long as it makes you happy, I will love you like this.
Respondent: f 96 1 123- ranking19-2915:14.
True love is close at hand. Why not cherish it?
Responder: Tears Laugh 9- Assistant Level 2 9-29 15:22
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Responder: Crystal の 123-Trainee Magician Level 2 9-29 15:29.
I think there are two good things:
Being rich and thin is your heart.
I don't know what love is.
Like a dream, the past is vivid.
Newcomers ignore old friends
People often have regrets when they fall.
Don't touch the south wall, don't revive.
If you remember the concentric alliance.
Old love is also affectionate.
Tibetan head: clothes are not as good as new, people are not as good as old.
With Zhuo Wenjun wrote to Sima Xiangru's hoary head song.
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Respondent: Yan Zioo Yun Si-Tongshengyiji 9-29 15:5 1
Looking at the horizon, your husband's warmth and coldness are pulling my heart. Looking back, I am willing to take you again in the afterlife. (Tibetan poem, take the first word of every sentence-I hope you come back).