Listen to the string and break 3 thousand infatuation. Even with flowers and smoke, the smoke has never been windy. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
I know that I have been in love for a long time, and the dust of the past is not colorful.
Chen Jiang walked around Chen Shan. Who did he go to Xiaoxiang for?
Falling in love with someone you shouldn't love is doomed to be sad. -a poem describing disappointment and chilling.
That's it, mountains and rivers will never see each other again.
The last side of the ferry came to a full stop, and I didn't need to leave you at first sight.
Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without words.
Still water depth, bamboo sound; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
How many beauties have been worn out and how many lovesickness pieces have been broken, leaving only blood, ink and tears.
Love is hard to fight when it is not old. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Being far away from hate is like grass in spring. No matter how far you go, it is still alive.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
If I only met you for the first time, why did I leave my liver and intestines?
I turn my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch.
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.
No matter how beautiful a person is, there will be desolation; No matter how persistent the future is, there will be a past; No matter how chic seagulls are, they will be confused.
Send a song to you, don't ask people at the end of the song to get together. -a poem describing disappointment and chilling.
After the fleeting time, I dreamed of winding back to the water and watching the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without words.
A leaf, a sound, the empty steps fall to a bright place.
Time is a magical thing, and it is also amazing to record the time of all this. It is wonderful to understand what happened at a certain point in time across centuries and eras.
Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.
The heart is slightly moved, but the feelings are far away. Things are wrong, people are wrong, things are wrong, and the past cannot be traced.
With my three fireworks, with your life in Changshu.
One year old, one day goes by, one autumn goes by, one generation urges the next generation, one gets together and leaves, one is happy and sad, one lies on the couch, one dreams all his life and finds a group of acquaintances. He will meet me for a while, and then he will generally know each other, play and sing for a while.
Living in spring, watching and talking, there is no turning back at the end of the world. Complaining about the silence of spring is only diligence, words flying around all day like spiders.
The vast land is broken with a sword, and the bustling songs fall where. Lean over and carry a thousand pots to cover up loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
, but also disappear, a few storms, in the spring to return in a hurry. Cherish spring for fear of early blooming, not to mention countless red flowers.
Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are.
Never look back, why not? Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I don't know whether I like you or not. -a poem describing disappointment and chilling.
No matter how beautiful the melody is, there will be feelings; Look forward to, there will be disappointment; No matter how low-key the story is, it will be stubborn.
Sycamore tree, it rains in the middle of the night, and it is bitter to leave.
Sycamore tree, it rains in the middle of the night, and it is bitter to leave. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
I don't remember, slowly weaving palindromes, and I wanted to break my heart several times.
I don't remember, slowly weaving palindromes, and I wanted to break my heart several times.
Wine turns into sadness and tears of acacia. Above, he looks for green emptiness, below, yellow spring.
The last side of the ferry came to a full stop.
At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore.
How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.
In all of Qian Fan, it is not. The oblique light is full of water.
I don't remember, slowly weaving palindromes, and I wanted to break my heart several times.
Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
When the fog cleared and I woke up, I finally saw the truth. This is the silence that Qian Fan spent.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
The long street is full of fireworks. You look back at the same thing with light, short cabinet, red dust rolling. I sigh Xiao again.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -a poem describing disappointment and chilling.
It seems that this star is not last night. Who is the wind and dew standing in the middle of the night?
If you keep cutting, you will be confused, which is separation. Don't be a taste in your heart.
Me, too. I've been wandering for a long time For more than ten years, I am deeply grateful and have always been a teacher and friend.
Who forgets first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.
Chen Jiang walked around Chen Shan. Who did he go to Xiaoxiang for?
As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.
Being far away from hate is like grass in spring. No matter how far you go, it is still alive.
Take Qi Mei Liu Xiahui for example, how many infatuated men and women chase; Romance and romance in ancient and modern times have become storytelling opportunities. -"infatuation"
Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Who finally broke the string, poured the flower on his shoulder and fell into a trance.
There are no fairy couples in the world, so why come to Qixi Bridge? Everyone weaves the dream of cowherd and weaver girl, only admiring a pair of mandarin ducks.
Comb the stream and lean on Wangjianglou alone.
I felt heartbroken and shed tears. -a poem describing disappointment and chilling.
Wine turns into sadness and tears of acacia. Above, he looks for green emptiness, below, yellow spring.
When all the flowers and waves disappear, I will be alone with you.
Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
I am young, and I am young.
How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Let him know everything and smile for you.
Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.
Sycamore tree, it rains in the middle of the night, and it is bitter to leave. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
Come alone, go alone, always wandering on the road.
, heartbroken Baiping Prefecture.