1. Bring some poems by Xiaosao
1. Last year, the purple road was the green gate, and tonight the rain is soul-stirring.
It only takes a few evenings to ruin a lifetime of languor. 2. The reed flowers are folded and sent far away, and they are all scattered in autumn.
3. When the willow tree breaks off at night, even Su Di frowns. 4. The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless raindrops are as thin as sorrow.
5. I was looked down upon by pear blossoms, and my life was filled with bitter love for the end of the world. 6. The new wine adds to the sleepiness of the remaining wine, and this spring does not reduce the hatred of the previous spring.
7. I want to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the strong music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
8. I asked the flowers with tears in my eyes and said nothing, and the red flowers flew across the swing. 9. Who says leisure time can be abandoned for a long time? Every time spring comes, the melancholy still remains.
I often get sick and drink in front of flowers every day, and my beautiful face looks thin in the mirror. 10. The red candle has no good plan to pity itself, and the cold night sheds tears for others.
11. It’s a pity that the old love joined hands and thought about it turned into haggard overnight. 12. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and we can’t bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on our way home. If our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?
13. Wu Tuan Tian and Ping Ting, a curtain of dreams in the moonlit night, tenderness in the spring breeze. 14. I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and never see you, and drink the water of the Yangtze River.
15. There is no need to struggle for spring, but for a while, everyone is jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
16. When you are startled, you look back. No one can forgive you for your hatred. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.
17. The gatherings and separations are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's flowers, but next year's flowers are even better. I don't know who I am.
18. The long meaning hates the short hairspring, and the lovesickness brings slowness all day long. 19. By the incense steps under the jade hook fence, I don’t know how late the sun is when I’m drunk.
I was a flower appreciator at that time, but now I don’t have half of them. 20. The lilac leaves are weeping with their broken branches, and they are still in despair.
It’s natural to stop writing, be sentimental and sentimental, and don’t care about romance. 21. Things are different and people have nothing to do with everything. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuanggai will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
22. As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. 23. The fallen plum blossoms are like snow, and they are still full even if you brush them.
There is no proof of the arrival of wild geese, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey. Leaving hatred is just like grass in spring. Travel farther and you will still be alive.
24. The willows on the ferry are green, and the branches and leaves are alienated. 25. Is it possible that you can’t help but lose your soul? The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
26. It’s easy to say goodbye but hard to see each other. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone in spring, and the world is in heaven and earth.
27. The twenty-four bridges are still there, the waves are swaying, and the cold moon is silent. 28. Ten years of life and death are so vast that you will never forget them without thinking about them.
29. The human face is unknown, but the green wave is still flowing eastward. 30. Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns.
31. Passion has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival. Where can I wake up from my drunkenness today? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.
32. Tears of rouge leave people drunk, no matter how long it takes, it is natural that life will grow and hate will last forever. 33. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.
34. Where does sorrow come from? Leave people's hearts in autumn. 35. Deep regret and careful thinking are not as good as peaches and apricots, but they are still married to the east wind.
36. There are three parts of spring scenery, two parts of dust, and one part of flowing water. If you look closely, you can see that they are not Yanghua, but the tears of Li Ren.
37. Perseveringly, a wisp of lovesickness continues across the mountains and rivers. 38. It rains in the middle of the night on the sycamore leaves, and the sound of the leaves is parting.
39. Feelings gradually fade away, and the beautiful face in the mirror changes in surprise. 40. The singing bird still knows how to hate, but it doesn’t cry for clear tears and cries for blood.
41. Plantains do not develop lilac knots. Haggard to the end of the world, we are tired of the wind and the moon.
42. Even if you think you will never grow old in spring, people worry about growing old in spring. Worry only exists in this world. 43. The chrysanthemums are blooming, but the chrysanthemums are withered. The wild geese are flying high and the people have not returned them, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain.
44. The carved railings and jade inlays should still be there, but the beauty has changed. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
45. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance continues like spring water. 46. ??Even if it looks like a flower, it still doesn’t look like a flower, and no one would hesitate to teach it.
47. Leaning alone against the bright moon on a high building, wine fills my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. 48. The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk.
This time, how can I be so sad! 49. The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart. 50. Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands.
When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love. . 2. Classical and beautiful sentences about love should be sadomasochism
1. We were in love with each other today, and we will be with you forever. I will still hold your hand since ancient times, and we will stay together until the end. We will slowly walk together with you with a stick. The long road is boundless with you.
2. Hiding the traces of tears with one’s back, there is a wound behind. In the plug of the white butterfly, there is also a long-lasting love, many tears of beauty, singing alone and haggard.
3. Sitting alone on a high branch and looking at the pavilion, looking back at the past, the colorful trees and snow cover the loneliness, the long tail falls in a trance, and the vast sky and earth watch people pass by.
On a cloudless first day, the sun shines brightly, and the sunflowers bloom and spread their fragrance. When they lower their heads and look shy, they bloom all over the mountains for everyone to know. When they return to the scene, they appear in a painting and the flowers look up to the sky. 4. My blurred eyes are about to shed tears, waiting for the beautiful woman to return. Her ears and ears are as silver as water, and her face is like frost, thinking of her return.
5. Mengdie looks back from the side in her long coat, her blue hair stretches out to look at the pavilion, her lonely shadow is filled with deep affection, just waiting for you to sit in the sky. 6. The lonely pavilion is independent, drunk and canoeing, the prosperity is gone, the world has no tears, the clouds are stained with ink, and the trees are thick, leaving only white sorrow and light sorrow.
7. Staring at the sunset outside the window, thinking about who I met in the past life, a ray of coldness, looking back, sitting quietly in which direction I left the car, the slanting shadow reflected on my hair. 8. In the golden years, a song cuts off the thread, cherishing the passing years, have we ever met to travel all the way to the end of the world?
9. The past of life is like a finger on the quicksand. The passing time covers the youth. The drizzle of the sycamore tree tells the story of leaving the heart. The fallen flowers and dreams fall to other places. 10. The sun has set, the sky is dark, the reflection is still in the water, the side bridge and the shadow linger, and the time flies and turns into the other shore.
11. When life is unsatisfactory, it is a long vacation given by God. At this time, you should enjoy the vacation. When the vacation suddenly ends one day, things turn around, and life really begins.
12. No matter how much you love the other person, you must never be the third party. Think carefully and be silent.
Because I know that such a story is destined to end from the beginning. It is destined from the beginning that many people will be hurt in this story. Those who leave always have to leave and cannot be held back, just like the flowers on the other side of the world. Throughout their lives, the flowers and leaves are still in contact with each other.
13. Sometimes, you really can’t use the standard of one kind of love to measure another kind of love. Some love, if you are not the person involved, you simply cannot understand it.
Why not choose to let it go, because we want ourselves to be happy. Let’s love well while we can love. Don’t let your love wait too long, and don’t let your happiness wait too long. 14. No matter how many opposite sexes you are disappointed in, you have no reason to be disappointed in love.
Because love itself is hope and is always a hope for life. Love is your own quality, your own heart and soul, your own situation, and has nothing to do with others.
Love is not a noun, but a verb, an eternal verb, infinitely moving. 15. In life, there are many things that are fleeting, like saying goodbye at the station. They hugged each other just now, but in the blink of an eye they are far apart.
Many times, you don’t understand, and I don’t understand either. Just like that, it changes as you talk. You get tired of listening, you get tired of watching, and you slow down as you follow. They fall apart as we walk, we fade away as we fall in love, just think about it and let it go. Reprinted from lemonmeiwen.com. 3. Looking for ancient sadomasochism novels, classic ones
"Bound Stone"
The heroine Fu Qingqing, an ordinary woman, traveled through time and space due to the "smart" possession of a negative energy object from another dimension. , wandering around and sinking in a dire and fiery alien world (all the vulgar plots of time travel are presented here: conspiracy and betrayal, love and hatred between parents, rape in a brothel... In the words of the author, this is a dog-blooded bun with a fragrance that spreads thousands of miles), but In the end, in order to save the catastrophe caused by the mass imbalance and energy loss in the other world, he and Ling Dong sacrificed their lives together to order the positive and negative energies to offset each other and return everything to its original place.
"Qianze Flower"
Qianze is a person's name and a kind of flower. It has only six simple petals, no bright outside, no bright color, only simple white. It is so inconspicuous among the mountains and fields. Qianze is a wild flower and no one can grow it. If you have a Qianze seed, you can try to bury it, but it will never germinate. No one knows how to plant or raise this kind of flower. When people see it, it is just a lonely branch in the mountains. According to legend, if the Qianze flower blooms all over the mountains and fields, it will be as beautiful as a fairyland. However, no one has seen the qianze flowers all over the mountains and plains. Qianze is such a woman who looks like a Qianze flower. This man has a majestic appearance and the power to overwhelm the world. He is a high-altitude devil, whose heart cannot be comprehended. To be close to him is to be close to the endless abyss. If you make a mistake, you will be hated for eternity. It's just Qianze, you've obviously tried your best to stay away from him, why can't you escape this disaster? When love has turned into antagonism, when hatred has entered the bone marrow, who will still remember or linger on that unknown memory...
"Step by Step Jingxin"
If Xi is a stubborn and willful woman who bickers with her elder brother and fights with Princess. Even Kangxi laughed and called her the "Thirteenth Sister Who Works Hard." Such a woman was originally a white-collar worker in a prosperous city, but because she stepped on the air, she traveled through the tunnel of time and space. She entered the ever-changing palace with her insight into Qing history.
She knew that she shouldn't be involved in this battle between the nine kings to win the heir, but she couldn't help it, because there were people she loved here, and there were also people who loved her... What kind of future would Kangxi arrange for Ruoxi? How will Ruoxi face her future, and what choice will she make? Will history change because of her? Or will it continue to push her forward? Ruoxi finally chooses the gentle eighth elder brother, the cold-faced and warm-hearted fourth elder brother, or someone else who is unexpected? Even though there is her most reluctant love there, what will be waiting for her when everything is over? Who can watch the sunset with her after everything calms down.
Even if there is all kinds of love, what will she choose...