Second, return to your eyes with tears, never marry and never hate.
Third, I know that I have been in love and I am disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou.
Fourth, look at bloom before the court, not surprised by honor or disgrace; Look up at the sky, there are clouds, no intention to stay!
Verb (short for verb) I feel your love. Looking back, tears filled my eyes.
Sixth, life has been infatuated since ancient times, and this resentment has nothing to do with romantic affairs.
Seven, the fate is like water, and the feelings are scattered and gathered.
Eight, dear, now, you are by my side, but we can't fall in love in the sun.
Nine, a lonely person who complains that the preface is always faint.
Ten, a moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it!
Don't change your hair with flowers. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? .
Twelve, people like the wind into the river clouds, love like rain and sticky.
Thirteen, a fragrant, heartbreaking.
Fourteen, the bright moon building rests alone, and the wine turns into acacia tears.
15. Ask the world what love is and teach life and death.
Sixteen, be there or be square, how can you be ruthless?
Seventeen, Dongli wine after dusk, there is a dark fragrance full of sleeves.
Eighteen, Mo Tao, curtain roll west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Nineteen, gambling books have spilled tea, which was unusual at that time.
Twenty, the tears are sealed, and life is only difficult to die.
Twenty-one, I know I've been in love for a long time and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou.
Twenty-two, phase also, force a hundred flowers. When spring comes to the hut, it refuses to turn to ashes.
Twenty-three, the day of crops is better than wings, and the branches of crops are reasonable. Nine days, this hate period!
Twenty-four, nothing is surprising, half a life is a dream.
25. This is a sorrow that all mankind must know, but it is not as people who have been poor together know.
Twenty-six, the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water. This situation is hard to send.
27, acacia mo * * * flowers compete for hair, even this flame of love, is there only ashes? .
Twenty-eight, there is a beautiful woman, I can't forget it, I haven't seen her for a day, and I feel crazy.
Twenty-nine, I just hope your heart is the same as mine, don't miss home.
Thirty years old, a moment that should last forever, has come and gone before I realize it.
Thirty-one, the mountains and rivers are only a stone's throw away, with broken eyes and lost souls.
Thirty-two, life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.
When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia.
Thirty-four, nostalgia, sunset. It was just ordinary at that time.
Thirty-five, miss you like a full moon, and the brightness decreases every night.
Thirty-six, if the two love for a long time, sooner or later.
Thirty-seven, an inch of acacia, there is no arrangement in the world.
Thirty-eight, sentimental since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.
I wish I were like a star, like the moon, shining every night.
Forty, life and death are rich, Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
Forty-one, talk about a gentleman as warm as jade, in his board room, confusing my heart.
Forty-two, the willow shoots on the moon, people about after dusk.
Forty-three, the crowd searched for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.
I wish I were like a star, like the moon, shining every night.
Forty-five, to send colorful stationery rulers, you will know that the mountains are long and the waters are wide.
Mean is a universal truth, and you and I are just one of them.
47. I hope to unite as one and never give up.
48. I met her a long time ago, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed.
Forty-nine, people feel sentimental and thin, but now they are not sentimental.
Fifty, if you don't miss life, you will miss it, you will miss it.
Fifty-one times, the beast furnace sank hookah, and the green marsh flowers wrote the story of acacia line by line.
Fifty-two, yellow flowers are all over the ground. Haggard, who can pick it now?
53. Acacia has no words. Don't waste your tears on flowers.
Fifty-four, only the eyes will open all night, that is a lifelong worry in your brow.
Fifty-five, drowning in wine is even more worrying. I'm afraid it will break people's intestines when it wakes up.
Fifty-six, holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless.
Fifty-seven, from now on, there is no beloved night, let him go to the west wing under the bright moon.
Fifty-eight, jathyapple's dream curtain, ten miles of tenderness in the spring breeze.
Fifty-nine, the autumn wind entered the window, Luo Zhang fluttered, looking up at the bright moon, and sending affection for thousands of miles.
60. Xiao Lang was a passer-by as soon as Houmen entered the sea.
Sixty-one, Xiao Xuan window, dressing up, caring for each other speechless, only a thousand lines of tears.
Sixty-two, tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Sixty-three, silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Sixty-four, I don't know if my soul is broken, but I have a dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows?
Sixty-five, the pear flower garden melts the moon, and the catkin pond is breezy.
Sixty-six, counting the rain and the wind, the hazy moonlight clouds come and go.
Sixty-seven, ask how the world is, and teach people to live and die together.
Shen Yan, a 68-year-old fish, traveled all over the world, and he began to believe in the separation of human beings.
69. I know that this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .
Seventy, looking for it, cold and bright, sad and sad.