Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
Love is the most powerful martial art that hurts businessmen in the world.
Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives. Acacia don't look at each other, who is spring?
Four seasons should be good, if you are still here.
Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm passionate about it. what can I do? I am as beautiful as flowers and jade, and finally I get lost, like water passing by.
If you smile, the sun shines.
A flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.
Drink sake slowly, who will swallow tears. Looking forward to, who will call your name again.
When a player enters a painting, he lives all his life. That year, in the prime of life, whoever promised to die.
Ask the flowers for nothing, for whom? Who is it for? Spring scenery is divided into three parts, half running water and half dust.
Give me 3,000 pen and ink to paint you beautiful.
There are countless kinds of prosperity, I hope I can't wear love. Inextricably linked, soft-hearted, dusty, laughing, and luxuriously dressed. It's hard to give up and it's hard to stay. It's a moonlit night, and then it becomes sand between your fingers. It is better to live forever, forget each other, go home, see the green hills looming, run all the way, and look at the horizon. Fragrant fragrance floats, and many flowers fall. After the flowers fall, it may not be peaceful.
A person lives a lifetime, half drunk, half awake and half floating.
The night is full of purple moon ink, and red makeup can't be painted; Under the peach blossom bodhi, the white pistil overflows into a streamer; There are several chapters in the poem that are not gorgeous but also green; Those who gather their eyebrows and raise their eyes make strings in pairs.
Time is very quiet, talking to you; The trickle of water is with you in the year; Prosperous, you are old.
I used to think that my lust would harm Brahma, and I was afraid to leave the whole city when I entered the mountain. If I have a good life on earth, I will live up to the Tathagata.
When I think of it, the horizon is close at hand; Once I think about it, it's far away.
Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Turning around, a wisp of Leng Xiang was far away, the snow was deep and the smile was shallow. Will you fight me in the afterlife?
That's it, mountains and rivers will never see each other again.
As soon as the world of mortals puts on makeup, let me sing a song about missing you like running water first.
You pale my waiting and satirize my persistence.
If you notice my withering, will you remember that I once bloomed for you?
If memories can be drunk, the past can also be a hangover. When I wake up, the sky is still clear and the wind is still clear. After all, the two sides of time cannot be hung together. I know what you mean. Needless to say, you can't be forgotten in Jianghu. You can drink in vicissitudes, eat in youth and do in life. After a thousand turns, I will quietly turn around and leave.
If you never leave me, I will be with you till death tear us apart.
I hope to win a heart and never leave each other. There is no doubt about love when you are married.
Change your life with my three fireworks.
Looking back, it's a mirage. You know who it is. -Tang Xianzu's Peony Pavilion
I was shocked to find that my lovesickness was hidden because it was already in my bones. -Tang Xianzu's Peony Pavilion
What I fear most is not that two people who love each other hurt each other, but that two people who have loved each other for a long time suddenly separate and pass by like strangers. I can't stand that cruel process, because I can't understand how the intimacy implanted in the blood at the beginning can become the indifference forgotten in the future.