When I hold your sleeve and your hand, my life will be given to you, life or death.
On the world of mortals, I walked alone, and the green radish brushed my skirt, and my promise was wet. Mountains and water can be forgotten in pairs, and days and the moon can be independent of each other. At that time, there was only one person's floating world, and one person's small water flowed forever. -Lin
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 I have white hair and an old face, I will hold hands gently.
I will keep walking until the water blocks my way. There is no poverty and no water, but there is a fragrance, cold in my eyes, cold in my ears and cold on my clothes.
Just like bloom for thousands of years, watching the vicissitudes of life alone; A smile can last for a thousand years, and it takes several times to know that you have come to the world.
The years are quiet and the night is gentle. How dare I grow old before you come?
Staggered sadness, I hope that step will never disappear. Dancing without meaning, you sigh Wan Li to stop.
A solitary lamp and frosted temples have destroyed many beauties in a few years.
At that time, the moon looked forward to the present, and the moon resented parting.
Everything should be quiet; Come quietly, go quietly, work quietly, harvest quietly, and avoid making noise.
The ink mark is shallow, for whom does a piece of acacia grind?
Plain clothes, smiling, life-long affection, light appearance, only willing to grow old together for you.
Who turns the bleak music of Yuefu, the wind is rustling, the rain is rustling, and the snuff is thin all night.
In order to maintain prosperity, people have to endure loneliness.
Flashy life, forget a season. Memories are empty and disturbing lingering feelings. Without a smile, thousands of people are lonely. String, thinking about China's years. Those years were like a dream. Like running water, they are gone forever. They don't leave crying, and they don't complain about their final sadness.
Love is like wind, meaning is like smoke, and pipa has been played for thousands of years.
Things are like lotus, pure and elegant, not dirty and dirty, and look down on glitz.
Use my three fireworks to change your confusion about life.
The street is long, there are countless fireworks, you look back, the pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
How many beauties have been worn out and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood-stained ink tears.
Who scattered the smoke, scattered the vertical and horizontal?
Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. When the flower falls, it will disappear in the wind. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.
Dark clouds cover the moon, no one can tell you how lonely you are.
After a fleeting dream, I went back to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
The fog cleared and I woke up. I finally saw the truth. This is the silence that Qian Fan spent.
Finally, it covered the whole world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After the glory, it is just a scene, and the mountains and rivers are always silent.
Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Flying flowers are floating, dresses are dancing, and there are many feelings flying.
The sleeves are flowing, the fingers are condensed, and the clear water is floating away from the hubbub.
The dream was wet and empty, and the frequent knocking of clouds surprised residual leakage. A cup of turbid wine is ugly and the world is red.
Ghost road, forget Sichuan, but sigh before the river bridge.
Ten feet are soft and red, and the dust is rolling. The song is so clean and sad, and the snow is surging. The quiet and empty snowfield is full of vitality, and everything is lost in this desolate falling snow.
Time goes by like a dream. Only the snowflakes you brushed away are still waiting in your memory, weaving eternal lingering feelings. The hope that had withered kept rubbing in the moonlight, gradually igniting and swaying with the wind.
2. Who is the beauty of the world, drunk, charming, shy and powerless, hanging down the soft wind willow,
Tonight is full of spring, who is the beauty?
The Milky Way is full of stars and the moon. Tonight, people are thousands of miles away, and there are thousands of feelings between the heart and the eyebrows. Who is the beauty drunk for?
In the misty rain building, the west wind is blowing tonight, the frost is light at dusk and the autumn is cool. Who is the beauty?
Cherish the beauty of time, Mingyue spent a lot of time dancing with the wind without holding a cup and shooting beautiful pictures. Who is the beauty drunk for?
Where the sound of the flute sends autumn thoughts, it only adds autumn feelings and moves autumn feelings, which is audible and not worth listening to!
There is an old friend at the ends of the earth, and I am alone, with a faint sadness of Qiu Si, but I don't wake up after drinking.
Water is like smoke, the jade pillow moves closer to the bed, and the pillow is fragrant and silent.
It's a pity that drinkers are affectionate, and affection is always a disease.
If you are drunk for a long time, you will not wake up. Drunk will be tortured by intestinal diseases, and awake will be anxious.
Autumn sounds of falling leaves disturb drunken butterfly dreamers and open their eyes until dawn.
Ask Canyue, never mind. Who knows?
After a night of easterly wind, the sky is full of rain, hate and gloomy clouds.
Beyond the mountains and rivers of thought, a focus on several layers, layers of thoughts leisurely.
There are clear autumn nights everywhere, but no one gets together, and the pulse is on the fence for a long time.
There are good scenery and good nights every night, and I bear the hardships of youth and autumn.
All my life, old dreams haunt me.
Keep secrets, make mistakes, the breeze is tireless, and drink thousands of glasses of wine a month.
If you don't drink enough, the west building will be worried.
Qu Wan's lyrics are clear and hard to rest, just like the wind singing, just like the rain swallowing, just like the spring flowing. ...
You should be lonely and hide your pride.
It's not heartless, it's more difficult than sentimentality. I'm tired of the years, and I'm disappointed that it's hard to send my feelings in the clouds, and the small building is still at night. Who can ask?
3. A poem about femme fatale, femme fatale-Deng
Beauty is not a disaster, but also a pity. A thousand troubles cause trouble, all because of dust.
1. The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, looking for it and never finding it.
2. When it comes to beauty, it is hard to meet, and you are invited to get drunk alone.
It turns out that the country has broken its dreams and beauty is a disaster.
3. Beauty, Yang Guifei, Zhao Jun, and beauty Diao Chan.
Who knows that beauty is a disaster?
The 28th beauty looks pretty, with swords around her waist.
Although no one lost his head, the bone marrow of the dark king dried up.
Laughter pours people into the city, and then laughter pours people into the country.
7. Anger at the crown is a kind of beauty.
8. Fu Cha, the prince of Wu, broke ground, and seduction was the culprit.
Without this woman's help, Gou Jian would have lived in vain.
9. Mizhi The Story Of Diu Sim is cold and green. A woman and two men were destroyed.
Fang Tianji hung high above the city, and the famous Colt Red Rabbit had tears in his eyes.
10. Ming Taizu lost the prosperity of Kaiyuan only because of Yuhuan fertilizer.
On this side of the Qing Dynasty, the rebellion of An Shi and the song of everlasting regret became empty and haggard.
1 1. The essence of Wang's fake marriage is a honey trap.
Since then, westerners have been lazy to move eastward, and disasters have led to the top of the border.
12. Yuanyuan is infatuated, and the Great Wall is in danger.
The daughter wins the beauty's smile, and the bonfire plays a role in singing the praises of sin.
13. The wine pool is full of meat, and da ji is charming, Wudang Road.
And the green river, known as the Red Guards of disaster.
14. Speaking of beauty, it is hard to meet, and you are invited to get drunk alone.
It turns out that the country has broken its dreams and beauty is a disaster.
4. The ancient poem about beauty is 1. Beauty has been unlucky since ancient times, and it is not to blame the east wind for shame.
From: Yuan Gaoming's Ode to Wu Tong on the Carving of Luo Jin.
A beautiful and outstanding woman has a bad fate. Don't complain and sigh alone.
2, the white dew sees the sun, and the beauty disappears with the frost.
If you don't vote, it will be spring, and if you fall, it will be autumn.
From: Tang Li Bai's "Early Autumn Single Father South Building Appreciates Dou Gongheng".
Time flies, just as the dew dries at the sight of the sun, and the red flower fades when first frost meets it. Since I left you, it seems that the flowers in spring have become branches in autumn between pitches.
3, there is no sad song for me, I don't know if flowers fall and people die.
Said by: Cao Qingxue Qin's Burying Flowers.
At the end of spring, the beauty is getting old, the flowers have fallen, people have passed away, and they no longer know each other.
4, the United States does not break the old grace, and sits on the fumigation cage.
From: Tang Bai Juyi's harem ci.
Beauty has lost her favor before she is old, and leans on the smoke cage until dawn.
Master, I cheer you from the bottom of my heart, and your fame has risen to the sky.
In the rosy youth, you gave up the importance of hats and chariots and chose pine trees and clouds; Now whitehead.
Said by: A letter from Tang Li Bai to Meng Haoran.
I respect Mr. Meng's solemnity and chic. He is famous for his noble and charming personality. When I was a teenager, I despised fame and disliked official chariots and horses. When I am old, I retire to the mountains and abandon the dust.