I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?
From love to anger, from love to hate, from love to delusion, from love to thinking. After parting, hate and delusion turned into an inch of acacia.
There are only two lines of tears in my life, half for life and half for beauty.
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.
Time is very quiet, talking to you; The trickle of water is with you in the year; Prosperous, you are old.
Be an idle person, to a piano, a pot of wine, a wisp of cloud.
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.
Weeping with tears, the hero died and the world suffered a lot. How can we be happy when mountains and rivers are silent?
The flowers are beautiful and full of clothes. Love is like a flower, how to lock up the spring.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River blurred a memory.
I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?
Your heart still doesn't know, so you have no choice but to break the string. Your heart can have memories, and your feelings are euphemistic in front of Merlin.
Although the door is set, it often covers Qiu to visit Chunchun. When all the flowers withered, it was the wind and rain that made mistakes. People are wrong, times have changed.
The whole world is sighing, but I don't know for whom.
Poems about "red makeup":
The spring water is greener than the sky, so tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. Thousands of households are hidden in the green, and water is everywhere.
Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times. There is a silver-red photo left tonight, and I'm afraid that meeting was a dream.
Flowers bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and leaves and flowers will never meet. Love is not a cause and effect, but a life and death doomed by fate.
Just to find your unborn soul, you are half flashy and half drunk.
What about the bridge? How many students will Sanshi Shiya keep? I am deeply infatuated with you, and I will continue my peach blossom in the afterlife. ?
Boil a pot of tea and fold a handful of Bai Meihua; Holding a green umbrella, the rain falls; Peach trees create a sandstorm before the grave is filled.
Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late. When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears?