1. Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea.
2. People become different, today is not yesterday, autumn is the same as before, people are empty and thin.
3. The stars look like they are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
4. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don’t know it.
5. Over the years, I have dreamed of young things, but of idle people, not of you.
6. Yuzhu once wrote about a trip to Phoenix, where no one was seen and the water flowed empty.
7. Who caresss my hair, who owes me the price of my life?
8. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
9. Fenghua is like quicksand, and old age is like a period of time.
10. Who made the string break in the end, and the flowers fell on the shoulders, in a trance.
11. Who writes but only remembers the past and the past years?
12. My wings are burned by a drop of tears and I cannot fly to heaven.
13. All kinds of stories are nothing but hurtful feelings; when people go through the water, they will be as clear as frost.
14. The wind is blowing, the water is full of flowers, and the bells are ringing in the corners of the eaves and pavilions.
Fifteen, three lives and seven lives, I will fall into Yama forever. Even if I die, I will not regret it, just for love.
16. Under the rain in Liangcheng, people in Xiaoqiao accompany you in your youth, and you would rather lose the world.
17. Living in the world is like a lotus, pure and elegant, free from dirt and dirt, and indifferent to glitz.
18. As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
19. In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the city and the country.
20. Once upon a time, the flowers were in front of the flowers and the moon was under the moon. Next year, today will be the end of the world.
21. In the vastness of time and space, in the vast sea of ??people, when I meet you, don’t miss it and don’t forget it.
Twenty-two, we met temporarily before the flowers and under the moon, and he had already set foot on the building of no return with tears streaming down his skirt.
Twenty-three, you can still drink tea calmly and crush this scene, the fireworks of the prosperous age.
24. After we said goodbye, I had several misty dreams, holding hands as if they were nothing, and tears splashing on the flowers.
Twenty-five. In the rivers and lakes in the dream, hundreds of flowers bloom, people come and go, and the world is prosperous.
Twenty-six, drunk on the moon and lost in flowers, in the boudoir dream, I saw the spring breeze suddenly blowing, and the pool water was miserable.
27. If there is an afterlife, I would only like to be transformed into a butterfly, insect, fish, bird or beast.
Twenty-eight, how many beauties are haggard, how many lovesicknesses are broken, only blood is left to stain the ink and weep in the graves.
Twenty-nine, like a beautiful family, the years pass by like a fleeting time. You can't go back to the past, but you can't go back to the beginning.
Thirty. Please never forget what happened, you just can’t remember it.
31. So, if we meet it later, will it become a defective product?
Thirty-two. A thousand years of fame will bury you in one lifetime. The exquisite country is ridiculous but has no king's destiny.
33. If two people meet each other and look up together, that place will be heaven.
Thirty-four, always born in unexpected years. Looking back to the other side. Even though the scene of discovery is long.
35. Leave tears to those who love you the most, and leave smiles to those who hurt you the most.
Thirty-six, one flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a lifetime for one person.
Thirty-seven. When people travel in the rivers and lakes, they miss each other in their hearts. They don’t know when they will see their old friends in spring, summer and winter.
Thirty-eight, burn the smoke and disperse the vertical and horizontal ties; listen to the broken strings and break the three thousand obsessions.
Thirty-nine, the lamps and flowers were injured, and they fell to the ground and turned into ashes. Where they returned, the green mountains were wandering in the clouds and mist.
Forty, whoever forgets each other will forget first, the overthrown country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and the shadows were startling.
41. Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The overthrow of the country is the motherland. Ling Ling doesn't want to play, and the shadow is startling.
42. I have sung such a song in my whole life, waiting for you to come and be with me quietly after the beauty has faded.
43. No one is worth your tears, and those who are worthy will not make you cry.
Forty-four, the silhouette of the red candle ***, the cup is finished, the lingering drink, this life, this life, but pay the king's heart.
Forty-five. A thousand kalpas are expected in one day, and later on, I am afraid of being reborn in another life. However, the promise is important, and you must remember it.
Forty-six, the Phoenix pairs fly away and come in the misty autumn. But now, the phoenix has gone, and the phoenix remains empty.
Forty-seven, the king's heart is unpredictable, don't wait for the death, the song ends, I am willing to hold your hand and be gentle to the world.
48. The fate of the world is always like water, and tears are rarely needed. How can we spend a lifetime of love? Don't be sentimental, for love will hurt yourself.
Forty-nine, the beauty passes away, so sad. Where are the tears hidden in thin air? The tide records the day and night, and the flowers bloom on the other side.
Fifty, ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking and unforgettable, thousands of miles away in a lonely tomb, with no place to express desolation.
51. When pain becomes a habit, you will stand up and move on regardless of your own safety.
Fifty-two. On the Huangquan Road, in the Wangchuan River, beside the Sansheng Stone, and on the Naihe Bridge, have I seen you before?
53. There is a kind of love in the world. There is no extravagance, no one is right or wrong, and there is no blame for shallow love and deep love.
Fifty-four, let me live for one more second, let me be with you, embracing the smell of lavender in the wind.
Fifty-five, the first makeup of the world of mortals, the mountains and rivers have no boundaries. The first face crushes the nightmare and has an unparalleled destiny.
56. Even if you are sad, don’t frown, because you don’t know who will fall in love with your smile.
Fifty-seven. The street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You pick up the lamp and look back. The short pavilion is short and the world is rolling. I sigh again.
58. When you do it right, no one will remember it; when you do it wrong, even your breathing is wrong.
Fifty-nine, black birds flew across the sky. I'm standing in the city. Watch as time burns to ashes. There was a swishing sound.
60. Those prosperity and sadness will eventually become a thing of the past, please don’t be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful soul-stirring.
61. There is a kind of forbearance that actually contains a kind of power, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession.
Sixty-two, the song should cry, for those promises that cannot be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, finally dispersed into clouds.
Sixty-three, there is no need to know each other when we meet. When we see you again, we are already strangers. The youth turns white in a blink of an eye, and I promise you the end of the world.
Sixty-four, people have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to solve in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and enjoy the beauty of Chanjuan thousands of miles away.
Sixty-five, the beauty’s red dress cannot hide the vicissitudes of the world. Poor infatuated man, leaning against the building and looking across from each other, his soul is broken and white.
Sixty-six, the world is full of turmoil. As soon as I enter the world, the years rush; the emperor's hegemony talks and laughs, and life is too drunk.
Sixty-seven. Do you know that the years are fleeting, and the flowers bloom and the snow melts into another autumn? The black hair has been replaced by white hair, who knows how many times I will look back in this life?
Sixty-eight, you will sing loudly when you gain, and you will rest when you lose. There will be sorrow and hatred for a long time. There is wine today and you will be drunk today. You will be worried tomorrow.
69. If the person you love can become a lifelong partner, it will be like getting a treasure from the bottom of the sea.
Seventy, listen to the string break, break the three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
Seventy-one, I stood alone at the edge of the clouds and water, looking at you, the one I couldn’t ask for, and frostbitten Upala flowers bloomed in my palms.
72. I love to cry. It’s so hard to let go and my heart feels empty. I want to let go but I can’t let go and spend the rest of my life in peace. Self-aware.
73. When you are depressed, I am your pistachio. When you are sad, I would like to be your tree of forgetfulness!
74. I love you, not because of who you are, but because I like the feeling of being with you.
Seventy-five, watch the spring flowers bloom and fall, the autumn wind blows the summer moon away, and the winter snows are coming for another year. She waited until she was thinner than a yellow flower.
Seventy-six, the flowers float and the water flows, a kind of lovesickness, two places of leisurely sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Seventy-seven, the vast land can be destroyed with a single sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.
78. As long as I have one breath left, I will call you my everything. As long as I breathe, I will never hide you.
Seventy-nine, if you don’t look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why make an oath? Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger.
80. Love doesn’t know where it starts, but it goes deeper and deeper. The living can die, and the dead can live. To live but not to die, to die but not to be resurrected, is not the result of love.
81. I always wonder if my memory lives at that end of the long street, and my growth rings die at this end of the long street, where dark clouds cover the moon and no trace of people is left. I can't describe how lonely I am.
82. Who understands the feeling of lovesickness, who longs for the return of a loved one, who holds rouge tears, who traces willowy eyebrows, who embodies the love and resentment in the song, who thinks about the reincarnation of red sleeves, who is mistaken for lovesickness. Come on, they are all heartbroken people.