Blood insight into the truth, only with you all my life. Ten years in the ice room, I don't regret it
There is only infatuation and resentment between heaven and earth, and the fairy proves the true gentleman. The dead Hua Lian Espuio is also real and illusory. Looking at the bottom of the well, there are many people's hearts.
Good and evil stand forever, and dare to go against the sky for Iraq. Who can ask immediately with a horizontal stick? Ten years of memories, let memories become memories.
I beg to be alone in your boudoir, but I don't care if Bodhi provokes dust particles! Baguio jade dress and green skirt, deep in the nether world, I remember my loved ones. Death, suffering, blood hole, black bamboo forest of heaven and earth.
I would like to miss you, but please be safe. After the sad flowers flew, the bell rang until now.
Bloom tearfully chopped off her spoony soul and locked the front edge of Yulin bell in the acacia bell-Miss Baguio's courtyard was still fragrant, but the shadow was gone. Faint Xiao Yue remains, the breeze is leisurely, the beauty suddenly appears, the hand is slender and Xiu Xiu, and the petals are broken.
Memories of laughter, clear shadows, lonely geese dancing in the clouds. I am sad and tearful, looking up at the sky, water and green clothes.
I used to hold your hand and grow old with your son, and the sky was jealous. I will accompany you in this life. The past is like smoke, the ice bed is cold and lonely.
Dream a few times, in the green bamboo forest, next to the ancient well Ling Bo. Song of Eternal Sorrow-I want to know who lives in the place where flowers are hidden in the Yun Lan Trail of Postal Road.
The road is frosty, the flowers are bitter and the moonlight is precious. Qingshui's eyes are so deep that his hand wants to point to the king's mistake.
No one complains about its sadness. I can't help it, the sea is deep and the soul is bitter, and the ghosts are shining.
Suddenly, the green shadow sparkled and the innocent petals were sad. In order to explore the ruthless sea of old enmity, how do you know it's all in one thought?
Who is lonely when you * * * shed blood? The words on the cave wall are weak, and there are regrets in the bones, crying quietly. Bloodlust will eventually turn into hatred, but it will sing goodbye in Jinling.
Looking back on wishful thinking, I look haggard and melancholy. The king of the gods is full of praise for this feeling.
Xiaochi town reunited, the moss dried up, and the moon was round. I don't know what dusk it is and who is rippling in the well.
Vulpix foxes are carved with gold, while ice mills have fierce and blazing flames. Pointing out the humanitarian affairs of young people, I shed tears for the dead.
The long river dances lightly in the sea, holding an umbrella, with a faint fragrance. Jasper is light and soft. She realizes that she is full of youth, but she pauses.
There is a shallow voice in the corner of the small building, and I feel homesick. I stood in front of the steps several times and thought the wine was cold and flowing.
In order to save Iraqis, I have several skills to hide. The thunderbolt shocked the clouds and angered, looking back at the next one.
I have never regretted being alone. What accompanied me was a ray of meditation. Think a thousand times, disappointed for you, intoxicated for you.
One night, there was a strong wind and heavy rain, and the leaves were screaming. Caomiao Village planted evil causes, and Yuqing Temple became a bad result.
After a hundred years of wind and rain, the rivers and lakes are old, but now they are a thousand times more hateful. Pale and bitter, my heart is falling, and anger and resentment are soaring into the sky.
Zhu Xian controlled Emperor Lei and tried to cut off the angry unicorn. Amber and Zhu Ling are very weak, and the sword in the sky is very cold, so it is difficult to remove.
Everything in heaven and earth changed color, only the monk held the bell and laughed: "The nine ghosts punished the Buddha and sacrificed my blood. Three lives and seven deaths fell in Yamaraja, only to die for love! " Blood is thicker than the sky, and infatuation is frosty.
Don't live or die, the soul is scattered, laughing like a dream! This feeling will never disappear, and it will still be sad and hateful! I will regret it, I will remember the Iraqi people, I will be angry and resentful! Want to cut off the running water, want to raise a glass to pour a thousand worries! I want to frown, I want to collect tears! In this life, the sword is difficult to be flat. How can I hate this word and worry about it? Ten years is like a white pony. Feng Ming is dead and white. The snow is beautiful and wonderful, which can't reach Yao Cao's smile.
Suddenly I heard that Qili Cave in the scenic spot was illuminated by a wizard. Calling the soul is like a golden bell jar, but the bell is lingering.
Since then, it is difficult to wake up drunk. Who will count the flowers? Before the chill in Qiu Lai, I was full of worries about writing. Intestines and intestines are broken, the water runs, the candles go out, and the tears stop! Looking back, let him be ruthless and full of frost! I would like to ask how bitter Yao Palace is and how painful it is to thank people in the Spring and Autumn Period! It is better to go back to flowing water and blue sky to read Fu Yao! This life is full of bubbles, such as morning dew and electricity.
What should I do to solve my worries? Only Du Kang hesitates. I don't know if there is an afterlife, but I will swear not to be negative! This feeling is comparable to two birds, and this feeling is better than love.
Tai Chi is abstruse and abstruse, and Great Brahma is difficult to cross! Three-day book is also helpless, only Baguio is hard to find! ! ! How much trouble do you have to ask the mirror? Hidden Moon Yao Bo's Shadow Show Tour. The ice has regretted diving in green, so why should the west wind stay in the cloister? How many people cry when singing a spoony play? Hate snow can't be colorful, sigh and cry endlessly! ! ! Taking flowers as the name, tears as the thread-sadness as the thread-Louis Lan Yun Lingbo jade turned into sadness, but he didn't know how to burn it.
A few petals of incense are bitter, and people who are in tears are hard to say. Tears condensed into a flower god, a sad jade pattern.
However, when I asked who I felt sorry for, Shu Xian was no better than Jasper. Jasper is sad when she sings softly, just because of the cold ice.
Youth is empty, acacia is everywhere, and acacia is sad. Pity those who are infatuated and pity those who work hard to curse you.
Autumn geese in Wan Li are tired, haggard and intoxicated in the sky. The gossamer brushed the clear water and sank, and the green rose rose.
There is no sorrow on the stone when the green radish goes around the three shores. Blue waterfalls are separated by clouds, and Leng Yue reflects Yaochi.
The east wind has a dream, but it is hard to blow, blowing a tree of acacia. Suddenly, like a night of tears on the river, the lights and wind put out the cold rain.
Tears grow blood, neither sorrow nor injury. The clock swallows a hundred flowers, and the flowers wither sadly.
Where is the tour? There is no turning back when you are sad. Today, I sigh that I am as sad as jade, and that I am as sad as jade.
Tears become blood, and blood becomes wounds. Ten years of cold dew is not love. Red crow on the eyebrows, dust on the pillow, crying heartbreakingly.
Sad flowers make people sad, and sad people sigh and hurt their dreams. Once the blue shadow bell disappears, the fox disappears.
When will Baguio return in spring? No place knows where the soul is floating and dreaming. Heartbroken women have cried, and sad flowers want to leave.
Time flies, and the river of acacia is difficult to cross. On that day, the double shadow seemed to be in front of us, but now the dream is far away.
And heaven remains our neighbourhood, tears, life and death are easy to judge. Flying in the butterfly's dream, the flowers are gently floating in the bamboo forest.
I only know that as a gentleman, I don't care about this life to save you from danger. I must be an infatuated person in the world, born and died.
Bleeding with cuckoo's blood, I will never smell it in this life and the next. The feud is the most difficult to let go, you know, love and hate have been spared several times.
Yao's broken and dissipated, and the Millennium will be lonely. How heartless the humanitarian witch is, it is easy to be killed and caught.
But I didn't see the infatuation on Qingyun Mountain. What is the red flower floating all over the sky? Untitled Baguio's Ode to Kyushu.
2. The poem about Fanghua is beautiful. Zhao Chongdi's Qin Mozi's
It turns out that Fanghua has been flying around. Yang Zemin's Huanxisha
Youth is in early spring. Anonymous "Xi Qian Yingnan's Hometown Warm"
Thanks to Fang Hua, I won't stay. Yang Liuzhi Yu Zhen thanked Youhua for not staying.
It is good to cherish youth in spring. Bai Juyi's Twenty Rhymes of Yang Liuzhi
Shangyuan Fanghua is new every year. Xu Xuan's Ten Poems of Willow Branches
The weather is even better. Youren Xu's "The Full Moon Fanxue Seduction Banquet of Fu Liang's Family in Changsha, as a Lake"
At the beginning of youth, do not borrow mountains. Youren Xu's "Partridge Tianyun Li Qinzhou delivers wine"
Cui Jin has youth in his eyes. Yuan Haowen asked "Partridges in the sky, waist branches in the sky"
I cherish the longing for youthful love. Wang Xu's Manjiang Li Hongji Gong Min Pear Flower Rhyme
3. What are the poems about "Fanghua"?
1. There were no flowers in the New Year, but grass buds were seen in early February. Snow comes in late spring, which means the flowers in the courtyard are flying. -Chun Xue by Tang Hanyu
2. Where do you put the flowers first? Sanliang village in southern Hunan. Spring is like a dream and the whole night is silent. And I am glad that the faint crow is scattered, so I don't think the jade feather rings. Sweet people are lonely for a long time, and lai ruzhao is exhausted. From the pressure of residual snow, the pulse shines on the stream. One night in May, why not spring! Huayou was rewarded by the customs. Who is the taste close to? I just feel that someone is hovering behind the closed door. -"Plum Blossoms" by Qian Chengzhi in Qing Dynasty (two pieces)
3. Come to the Bamboo Pavilion and enjoy the Pearl Palace. The leaves are all green, and half the flowers are red. Mei deceives peaches and plums, and the fragrance captures the wind. Every spring, the flowers are everywhere. -Tang Panxian's Peony
4. Luoyang Kerry and Fanghua, Jinguyuan see flowers. Who sent Qiu to a dead end in those days? No one laughed. -Li Changfu's Ode to the Green Pearl in the Tang Dynasty
5. Crying for a long time. Anger becomes youth. Poor zero blood stain haze. I remember the west wind and the cold dew in autumn, and I used to kill time. Full moon screen window. Tired of homesickness. Spring affairs in the Forbidden City and worries about credit. Ran Ran lost his soul, and his face was cold and red. -Song Gao, Langtaosha (Rhododendron)
4. Wading aesthetic table heartless sentence 1, green water is worry-free, because the wind wrinkles the face; Castle peak is not old, it is a snow-white head.
2. Being faceless is a sin, and youth is dew.
3. Finally, as beautiful as flowers and jade, it's just a fleeting time. Look, how desolate it is.
4. People can never see the lens, but their fingers are foggy.
5. The ripple of water drops finally dissipated, and Muji fell in love with this life.
6. Dreams are blown into silk threads by fog, and rain slowly permeates the world.
7, love is zero ice, friendship is zero water, perhaps they are the best mixture of ice and water. After coming together, the temperature rises and becomes the water of friendship; Cool down and form the ice of love. Neither cold nor hot is the ambiguity of love and friendship.
8. Want to come, Wanshui Qian Shan; Once you think about it, things change.
9. No one will wait and love tirelessly. The place with a little shallow water bottom is not precipitated gravel, nor is it so-called eternity.
10, flowers flow like water. Over the years, what you have said will be forgotten, and what you have not said will remain silent.
1 1. How many people will we meet in this life? Fate is that shortness is as fragile as dew. Being alone with you is like an endless river.
12, you are the only rain in my dry season and the only light in the darkness of Wan Li.
13, these years, we have lived quietly like a long stream. Every beautiful day is like a sparkling wave, quietly passing away in the distance, only seeing rocks and eddies deep in the river bed, waiting for an opportunity to plot against the clarity and ignorance of youth.
14, there is no standard for what is right and wrong in life, what is the meaning? Secular standards are a burden to us, which gradually makes us unable to be honest with our hearts. We occasionally have a little courage, just like leaves under water, stirred up by the breeze, turned over and sank to the end.
15, still water is deep, singing; There have been ups and downs in life, and there have been joys and sorrows.
16, separated by a mountain and a water, you are my hometown that I can't go back, and sit with me on both sides of time.
17, just let it go, mountains and rivers will never meet.
18, if something bothers you for a long time, you have compromised, changed, and dissatisfied with yourself in any way, it is better to try to face the worst result-give up completely. Maybe the whole thing has nothing to do with you after a knife, but maybe you will find that you have never been so relaxed as you are now, just like hiding for a long time, and finally your head is above the water.
19, time, the most terrible flood, is enough to wash away all traces and throbs. However, when you and I join hands, we can really resist this long time change.
20. The taste of missing someone is like drinking a glass of cold water and then dripping into tears.