There are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I don't know whether I like you or not. Aestheticism and ancient love stories
Listen to the string and break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers have buried the wind ripples. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
One, two, who forgets first, dumping the country is the motherland. I don't want to play, and the shadows are amazing.
13. There used to be a high-rise building singing and playing strings at night with dancing sleeves on it.
14. When all the flowers and waves disappear, I will be alone with you.
15. Once you go to Zhu Yan in the spring, you don't know whether the flowers have fallen or died.
16. Still water flows deeply, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
17. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
18. As beautiful as flowers and jade, it seems like a fleeting time. We can go back in time, but we can't go back to the present.
19. The moon is covered with dark clouds and there is no trace of people. I can't tell you how lonely it is.
Twenty, this time I leave you, it is wind, rain and night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
Twenty-one, the sky is not old, and love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Twenty-two, it seems that this star didn't show up in the middle of the night for anyone last night.
Twenty-three, ten years of life and death are two boundless, no thoughts, unforgettable, thousands of miles away, nowhere to be sad.
24. Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.
Twenty-five, finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains were silent forever.
26. Fenghua refers to quicksand, and aging is a period of time.
Erqi, Jiangshan surrenders and smiles for you. Aestheticism and ancient love stories
28, a few sighs, the joys and sorrows of generations are ridiculous, and life is up to me.
Twenty-nine, after a fleeting dream, I went back to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
At three o'clock, the fog cleared and I woke up. I finally caught a glimpse of the truth. It was Qian Fan's silence.
36, the heart is micro-moving, how do you feel far away, things are wrong, people are wrong, everything is wrong, and you can't catch up with it.
At both ends of life, we stand on each other's shore.
Three or two dials, fate is like water, just for one sentence, waiting for the next encounter.
Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.
Three or four, that's it, mountains and rivers don't meet.
Three or five, don't look back, why not forget. Since there is no chance, why call names. Everything today is like water without a trace. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.
36, the heart is micro-moving, how do you feel far away, things are wrong, people are wrong, everything is wrong, and you can't catch up with it.
Sanqi, maybe the marriage in the past life, maybe the fate in the afterlife. Seeing each other in this life will only add a fruitless hatred.
Thirty-eight, one elder brother spent a year, day after day, autumn after autumn, one generation urged the next generation to get together and leave, one was happy and the other was sad, one was lying on the couch, and the other was looking for a group of acquaintances in life. He will know each other for a while, play for a while and sing for a while as usual.
39. Always born in a casual year. Look back at the other side. Even if the scenery is long.
4 1. I just feel that when I look back at you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.
Four or two clinks glasses, one person is drunk, and drinking snow is another age at a loss.
Four or three times, turning around, a ray of cold fragrance is far away, and the snow is deep and smiling. Will you fight me in the afterlife?
Four, four, one flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.
47. Whoever is robbed by whom will be stubborn. Aestheticism and ancient love stories
45. The fate of dust has always been like water. It is rare to shed tears. Why bother? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.