Seeing that I'm leaving, I just can't stay.
Since ancient times, I am sentimental, and sadness comes from it!
* * * Sleep for a boat and listen to the autumn rain, and the small basket is light and cold.
Believe in the era of love,
The song I can't sing to you,
Let me often recall in my life. ......
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
Never tire of seeing it, but Jingting Mountain.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Ten years of life and death, nothing to think about, unforgettable
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
On this day last year, in this door, people's faces and peaches set each other off.
I don't know where to go. Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
There are infinite painters in the world, and a piece of sadness can't be painted.
When people are away, the geese return empty. This is a negative moment.
A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
Spring is as old as ever. People are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face.
I moved, my soul flew and suddenly got a fright.
My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.
Hate is not born at the wrong time, but is good to you everywhere.
One day you can come to my heart, and you will see that there are all the sorrows you have given.
Looking back at tears, I wish I could not meet before I got married!
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing ancient roads, west winds, thin horses and heartbroken people!
I'll wait another minute, maybe the next minute, when I see your flashing eyes, I really want to warm your face.
Looking around, lonely and sad. -Li Qingzhao
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Like a flower, there is a high sky in the world from the center of the cloud.
Below, I saw the green and agitation of the water. Heaven and earth are far away,
Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night.
I won't play with the phoenix carving on the pillar. I thought I was afraid of touching Yuanyang after playing with Qin Shu.
This is a song full of feelings, but no one has passed it on. I hope it will be sent to the distant Yan.
I miss you in a distant place, outside the blue sky,
My once shining eyes are the source of tears.
If you don't believe in sword cutting, please come back and look in the mirror in front of me!
Whether in the starry night or in the crowded crowd, it is as cold and desolate as ever.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Once the sea was difficult for water, except Wushan, not clouds.
Sometimes there is always a need in life, and there is no need to force it in life!
First, it is best not to meet each other, so you can not fall in love.
Second, it is best not to know each other, so that you can not miss each other.
Third, it's best not to accompany you, so you don't owe each other.
Fourth, it is best not to cherish each other, so that you can not remember each other.
Fifth, it is best not to fall in love, so as not to dislike each other.
Sixth, it is best not to face each other, so there is no need to meet.
Seventh, it is best not to make mistakes, so as to make mistakes.
Eighth, it is best not to promise each other, so you can not continue.
Ninth, it's best not to depend on each other, so you don't have to lean together.
Tenth, it's best not to meet each other, so we don't have to be together.
I'm afraid I won't catch up with reality when I wake up.
There are countless things in the world.
The world is full of helpless people!
It's no problem to cross the gate, which is followed by the difference of not going back. Wutong was half dead, and after first frost, the white mandarin duck lost her head.
The original grass, the first dew. Lao Qi and Xin Ling are two lovers. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who can mend clothes at night? He Zhu's "Partridge Sky" is a poem written in the Song Dynasty to mourn his dead wife. It is the only poem except Su Dongpo's Jiang, and he privately thinks its artistic conception is even higher than Jiang's. )
Horseshoe looks at people in the north and people in the south.
Cross the crane shadow in the cold, and bury the flower soul in the moonlight.
After reading the red medicine by the bridge, you will know who you should live for every year.
The fallen petal intentionally follows the flowing water, and the flowing water has no beloved fallen petal.
If you don't lose heart and wait, you have to endure pain.
Laugh 30,000 times with you, and leave without complaint.
Crescent Bay: Is he all right? How much I want to love him.
Carnival is the loneliness of a group of people.
Loneliness is a person's Carnival
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Mo, Mo, Mo!
People died in the past, but the water is still cold today.
The lateral force makes you think that your left arm turns sideways with Lang.
Poor clothes, worried about carbon, hope it will be cold.
It is said that it is the sorrow of lonely autumn.
They all say it's acacia in the far sea.
If someone asks me what I'm worried about,
I dare not say your name.
I dare not say your name,
If someone asks me what I am worried about:
They all say it's acacia in the far sea.
It is said to be the sadness of lonely autumn.
I don't know, you are friendship,
Or missed love.
And the yellow leaves fall in the rain, just like the fate of the white-haired old man under the light.
Later, I finally learned how to love, and you have already gone away and disappeared into the sea of people.
Sad people have their own sad places!
I'm not worried about water. The face was wrinkled by the wind. Yamamoto is not old. It is a cloud with a white head.
This is the trace of ten years, the heart of ten years.