1. Still water depth, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
There are many things in the world, but you are my favorite.
You can live happily, but you have no regrets when you die.
4. Accumulate eternal love lines and crush deep red acacia.
The river is lonely, its banks are dark green, and you are everywhere.
6. Worrying about the charm of Qingyuan is a distant sadness, such as Wei Yun's lonely moon, which can only be seen from a distance.
7. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are.
8. All kinds of stories are heartbreaking; When Xiao Shui goes, the moon is like frost.
9. Change your life with my three fireworks.
10. I am young, and I am young.
1 1. Long strip with countless fireworks. You look back with the light.
12. The pavilion is short and the world of mortals is rolling. I sigh Xiao again.
13. Who finally broke the string, the flower fell on his shoulder, and he was in a trance.
14. How many beauties are listless, how many pieces of acacia are broken, and only blood and tears are left.
15. where is the prosperity of the vast land? Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
16. Let him know everything and smile for you.
17. Send a song to Jun. Don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
18. Who scattered the smoke and scattered the vertical and horizontal?
19. listen to the string and break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
20. There are trees and branches on the mountain. I don't know whether I like you or not.
2 1. Whoever forgets the other party forgets first, and dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.
22. There used to be tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.
23. Stay with you until all the flowers and waves are gone.
24. Once a young woman dies in spring, it is difficult to know whether the flowers have fallen or died.
25. Your sunset, my face, whose one-third year.
26. Who are you, the pen-tip teenager who misses you as a song on the desolate road of the city?
27. Who has a scarlet tear mole in the corner of his eye and completed your prosperous life, and who has been given a rock-breaking empty joy by you?
28. Love songs in the next life, leave the words for you to fill in, depending on who you are or the king above.
29. The dazzling display in the window is the life of the years.
That love song is about romantic love, but it has nothing to do with you and me.
3 1. A player enters a painting for life.
32. Flowers as beautiful as flowers are no match for fleeting time.
33. Did anyone help you collect the passing scenery?
34. Is it the sorrow of fate or the pain of reincarnation?
35. In whose era and in whose world.
In that prosperous era, we were hurt beyond recognition by loneliness.
37. Who owns whose beauty, who feels whose sadness, has a panoramic view.
38. Walking alone, there is no return, and first frost has a full face.
39. Miao Man stuck between the tips of his tongue wanted to dance for you and finally fell in love with this country.
40. The night is cool, the lights are dim, the ambiguity is exhausted, and the song is euphemistic.
4 1. The complicated experience carved deep lines in the corner of my eye, and I turned to carve a flower.
42. In those years, with the curtain call of prosperity and unwillingness, an eternal flower opened.
43. I will pawn in my next life, and I will come to blood out with you in my next life.
44. The right side of happiness is barren.
45. The missed years bloom in the desert in the north, but they are deserted in the spring and summer of reincarnation.
46. Leave people worried and hurt.
Whispering, thinking deeply.
Fade away, sing empty sorrow.
Continue to prosper, and where.
47. Still water depth, singing songs; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
48. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
49. The moon is covered with dark clouds, and there is no trace of people. I can't tell you how lonely I am.
50. It's hard not to get old. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
5 1. It seems that this star is not last night, who is the wind and dew standing in the middle of the night?
52. The rivers and lakes in the dream are full of flowers and people come and go.
& lt seconds >? Classic poetry anthology-
Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers.
"Qingpingdiaoci" is a red fragrance, and sex is in vain.
I don't regret that my belt has widened, but I am haggard for Iraq.
The past is empty, still like a nocturne in a dream.
Know what I mean, sympathize with you, you must ask for it.
On the moon, at the tip of the willow, people make an appointment with the book "Health Mistakes Yuan Xi" after dusk.
Be there or be square, how can you be ruthless?
When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only magnolia and endless acacia.
The heart is like a double screen, with Qian Qian's knot "Millennium"
Affectionate separation from ancient times, more comparable, snubbed the Qing autumn festival "Lin Yuling"
Flowers bloom and fall, flowing water gurgles, a kind of acacia, and two leisure worries "a plum blossom"
I only frowned, but I went to cut the plum in my heart.
This time, how can a sad word get a "slow voice"
There is nothing to say in the west wing alone, and the moon is like a hook.
It's sadness. Especially the taste in my heart.
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
A moment that should last forever? I didn't know it was "Jinse" until I came and left.
archaism
I wasted my life, drinking rain in the middle of the night, putting the pagoda drunk, standing alone, dying in the fifth watch, half smearing snuff, slanting rain in the bamboo forest, sending it away alone, time passing by, leaning against the railing, a few frosty leaves, curtains full of smoke, tea slightly hot, candle shadows disturbing people, and turbid wine falling.
All the time. Favor the Millennium. Snuggle for half an hour. Half-life sadness. Memory is folded in half. Love is reborn. Stranger dusk, that year's coolness, gradually drifting away, life mottled, suddenly started, brightly lit, summer went to spring, no trace of running water, surge of emotion, flowers fell, shallow singing, playing in July, sleepless, homesick, holding, a waltz, old, spent, spent the years.
The above are my favorite poems and idioms ~
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