Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want.
Prosperity is like a dream, and autumn leaves fall
I don't know how long a day will be ten years later, but I didn't feel the shortness of life until I woke up.
Listening to one of your songs, pipa is a heartstring.
Acacia falls into the city of love by the sound of the beam. The city has no doors, and the world of mortals surrounds me all my life.
There are many flowers and rains on the shore, and the vegetation in front of Wangxietang is deep. Like eighteen pagodas, it seems that you are alone by default.
May god grant me love; Till death do us part
-Just one person. For the rest of his life.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
Pen to decorate the years, laugh and sigh the world. Spring nourishes things and lives smartly.
Teenagers don't know how to worry, but when they look back, the world turns gray.
Don't let inexplicable pain infect our emotions again.
☆ Bloom is heartless and drunk.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
Dream back to spring, no one cares about the flowers and the willows.
Hold your hand, drift from place to place, accompany you to tears, always accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you.
Before dusk, I swear to you for a long time, and after I pass out, I will be with you. I hope I won't waste the love of my life. I won't hate having a lover.
How much beauty is worn away and how much lovesickness is broken. Leaving only blood and ink to watch the crying.
☆ Who let the string break, the flowers fall on the shoulders, and the trance is blurred?
With my three fireworks, I will confuse you forever.
It's hard to fall in love, but it's hard to tell the difference between this life and the next.
The chaotic flowers gradually confused the eyes.
Memories such as streamers, horses, horses, groups, songs, unforgettable memories, such as water rising and hibiscus falling, breaking people's intestines.
The cherry blossom courtyard melts the moon, and there is a faint wind in Meitang.
Su Shui, dreaming of the east wind laughing and flying; Xiangsi, wrapped in rain, was pushed by the floor; Ten fingers, twisting needles, caressing yarn and accompanying embroidery.
The fate of dust has always been like water, and it is rare to shed tears. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.
Meet you in this life, never give up, and work together.
Love is everything, no commitment is needed. Several degrees in spring and autumn have weakened.
A needle embroidered misty rain, mini, a needle smiled across the mountain without saying a word, an eyebrow embroidered a butterfly, and a needle fell, thinking who embroidered tears in my heart.
A little cinnabar between the eyebrows, leaving only blood-stained ink
╰丶丶丶, who is drunk for beauty?
Several sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, life is up to me.
Who should be robbed by whom, who has been obsessed.
Drunk in the red chamber, how many people know melancholy? One-night fling, sober, not talking about love.
The prosperity of the old country is no longer today, and Chang' an Tianque has been transformed. I feel very tired at night and I hate it every year.
Yong zhaojun can't return to the ring, and the grass is like smoke beyond the Great Wall. I still hate the moon in Han Palace and keep taking photos of Hu Tian.
What do you hate about Xi Shifu Tea? What do you admire about it? I wish I didn't know Fan Li. I'm still a yarn spinner.
Heaven and earth merge without mountains and tombs, that is, we must dare to break with the monarch.
The new wound will cover the old wound, and the old wound can't be covered or repaired. Only courage is the only self-help weapon.
The wind is very cold at night, and I don't want to close the window, which can always remind me not to think about you, even in my sleep.
It's a mess. It's all flowers. Ask what can be done? It disturbed my heart.
No matter how beautiful the pencil is, it is gray.
I used to miss my love, but I don't love it anymore.
The heart is dry, and the spring breeze is a falling flower. Half a cup of Yuanyang flies away, and a pair of phoenixes is sent to the world.
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If I use a foot of silk thread, can I get the love of your life?
A stone stands by the forgotten river, a well indicates the afterlife, a familiar figure and a face, and the afterlife is a beautiful city.
Turning around, a wisp of Leng Xiang was far away, the snow was deep and the smile was shallow. Will you fight me in the afterlife?
It's dusk, and the moon is like the first time. I invited the moon to live in the depths of Su Mountain. The hero belongs to me, and my blood turns to dust and dirt, just for a glimpse of you.
If you don't change your daughter, you will look back at her with golden steps, and the vermilion on your forehead will touch wormwood.
Young and ignorant know everything, and the plot begins again and again.
How can you write your heart when the ink is straight, cold and hot?
The persistent flowers have fallen, and the lonely time has faded.
It rained all night, and I had too many worries, so my heart was particularly tasteful, empty and lonely, like rain blowing against the window;
In a good mood and a bad mood, there is nothing to pretend.
Listen, screaming at midnight is great. Look, the neon rain building is so dull. The reality of goods and life is so sad. If we depend on each other, why should we?
Half a cup of mandarin duck, not lonely.
2. Begging for poetic ancient prose is best to create a little sad charm, light wind and light rain, and render a little coolness. Pointing at the flowers, the recital will jingle for a lifetime. Your eyes shine through the troubled times. Sunset vegetation, a shallow tear, a soft heart.
The misty rain touched the solar terms, the faint thoughts, and a turbid lamp sang the joys and sorrows. A few dead leaves are flying in the air, dancing alone with the wind. Time flies, whose flashy clothes are scattered. Pear rain is wanton, and the mournful wind is unabated. With a flick of a finger, the smoke disappears in the whole city, your delicate face rises with the wind, and the sparkling lake jumps once.
On the south bank of misty rain, can those once charming mosses still fly in the hazy years? Xiaofeng, last night's drizzle blurred my eyes and crossed a trace of sadness. The rain has fallen, the fog is boundless, pedestrians are broken, partridges are singing, and the lonely rain harbor in the ancient town, who is curled up and slightly drunk, leans on Wan Li's long thought and glances at the landscape, cold temples are interdependent. Your charming face, not watching dreams, and the sunset on the river bank have lengthened my thoughts several times. Yesterday, the yellow flowers were gone, and the bright moon was in the sky. Who bounced back the pipa? The evening breeze is slow, Liu Yang is swaying with the wind, the blue boat plays the flute, and the mottled face is faintly visible. The faint smile remained yesterday.
3. Nice ancient China screen name, with ancient poems rolling the curtain, people are floating clouds, and Iraqis are thinking about children and fish in the sunset in duckweed.
Pleasure contrasts with softness. Drunkenness hurts people's intestines.
Get a beauty. Moonlit windows.
Xiangshui flows north. A bitter song.
Dream on. Nianxi.
Floating dreams. Sanshengyuan
Tears/worry about the intestines. A dream in the world of mortals.
Light and shadow reflected the red window. Tears are buried at the end of the rain.
Piano injury _ no bosom friend. My lips are a little drunk.
The cold pillow makes you stop hating the sky. Two dreams and three awakenings.
"Mo Yi, Huai Su. _ Broken Bridge Ghost.
Long night at the candle. Drunk, drunk, spent Yin.
The whole city is drunk. Tears fell on the bridge wood.
If you miss each other, it will be brilliant. Sansheng fireworks cloud makeup.
Yi ran away in tears. In my dream, I locked my face for nine years, and Xia Sunuo fell in love without laughing.
I'm drunk until the world of mortals is drunk. Smile for you.
A thousand sleepless nights. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering.
Sing softly, sing softly, and the light will come on. What's wrong with being open-minded
One inch of acacia was robbed. Break up calmly.
Makeup hurts. Beauty is lovelorn.
The elegant tears of Iraqis. What is autumn wind sad painting?
Looks gentle and pale. Evening ink is stained with rain, and you draw evening.
The sound is cold and empty. Beautiful face is very attractive and drunk.
Listen to the wind and remember the snow. Drunk lying carving dragon boat.
In the past inch by inch. Yi makeup's tears.
There is no place to fall. The song is shallow and detached.
Dry and rainy. Jade flour bone.
Looking back. Dreaming of sadness.
Drunk, drunk, Qingcheng. Drunk as the year of wet dream.
Staring at the old man in the old city. Smile is a kind of beauty.
The faint fragrance still exists. A rippling river is full of complaints.
Dust like brocade is a play after all. Tea is slightly cold and sad.
Can Hua Tuo cure lovesickness alive? Broken bridge. The evening is cool and shallow.
Sad to hear the world of mortals drunk. I also cherish drunkenness.
Laugh and sigh like a dream Old age is a period of time.
Time flies and my feelings are sad. Flowers are like dreams.
Looking back and smiling, you can pour the world. The ground is full of tears.
The city is full of flowers and tears. At the end of the song, people are going to break up.
Happiness is as light as a feather. Old dreams are hard to come back.
Half-life sadness turned into the sea. Cold face.
Chun Xue on the string. So is the doll.
Ask what love is in the world. Naihe bridge
Half drunk and careless. Every grain of dust purifies the mind.
Misty rain is a dream. Get you drunk.
People are infatuated with flowers. Celadon is like water.
Clear shadows. I don't know what to do.
If you are sad. Dream of a thousand years of love.
Fog covered the sky. Light and affectionate.
Beauty stood alone on the fence. The lonely piano is waiting.
Laugh and sigh the world of mortals. Complaining about depression only for Iraqis.
Indigo ≈ Smoke waves spread.
Pleasure contrasts with softness. Quiet and pure.
Flowers fall/you leave. Private thoughts are dying out.
Melancholy remains. Remnant dreams/memories.
Lock up dreams, infatuate with resentment. Twilight is ecstatic, not necessarily ecstatic
Stop listening to tears. The old chords turned into sadness.
Bloom got nothing from his flowers. Look elsewhere ~ the world is red.
The lips are fragrant and soft around the teeth. After a night of snow, my heart is very cold.
Look at today's dream first love. Sue.
Make fun of beautiful women. Just looking back at you.
Painted Fan Hengtai mourning the moonlit night; The legacy of the prosperous Tang Dynasty broke the empty dream. what can I do? I want to wear clothes and flowers, and I want to make the beautiful hibiscus dance at night. I don't understand the amorous feelings, and the flowers fall around me. Looking back, I sighed three times. ▎ The scenery in the cup is charming-raise a glass to dispel the sorrow. ▎ Beauty flickers to the old ≡ Red dust, misty rain, infatuation ⊿ Fireworks, clouds, makeup, smiles, flowers, dreams, shallow flowers and cold makeup ▲
There is no wind and no moon, and the Milky Way hangs for thousands of years, and it is hard to come. Suddenly, I looked back and I remembered that I was thousands of miles away. My heart is ups and downs, and my face is mottled with honor and disgrace. Who sings the golden vertical strings * The west wind rises, the flying moths have light eyebrows, the sleeves dance, the young flowers stay far away, and the cherry blossoms are deeply dyed. Xiao Xuan's life is lonely and bleak, but with a smile.
Eternal moonlight and rain knocked out red walls and green tiles on your palm. Who can play a Shang Qing? Flowers have no heart for water, but no leisure. Zhuang Sheng dreams of butterflies, and the spring washes Zhu Yanyue. If you don't hate the moon, you don't have to stay alone. Why pour the world into your heart? Ten years of cold as snow, ink paper is a melancholy. Tears stopped, and with a flick of a finger, he said, "It's hard to keep a smile on the mountain, a beautiful city, a violin, and a vicissitudes of laughter." The fleeting time has lost its weight, Zhu Yan, and the cause and effect of the past life has turned into reincarnation. The wind makes the butterflies snuggle and flow, winding and hazy in the distance. "West of the Waterfront" The mountains are shrouded in clouds, just like a mirror. "Water was full of pity at first. Red maple acacia Dan ゛ののののののののののののののののののののの Once the wind and clouds surged all over the south of the Yangtze River, covering the whole world. Don't look back at the north city. Don't look back at Amber South City. Leave the red west side of agate for life. Life revolves around the glass white east side. Sigh for three lives, but move. Frost clouds secretly reflect only sorrow and wine. How can you be unhappy? Magpie bridge is always far away from hate.
Traces of rain formed a curtain. Throw away the drizzle.
It's raining and foggy. Let you go. You forgot to turn your fingers red.
Hua Fei half covered the door. Enchanting beauty.
Blooming in the shade. Ben is a thin and cool person.
The rain fell on all the dust. ヤ Continue to write in Liren.
Who is beauty for? Beauty languishes alone.
Who knows that Taoist priests are lonely? Song of frost.
If the cold night has become a dream. The dust settled.
Pears are cool in the rain. Listen to a song telling others.
It's just so sad that the song is speechless. The tune plucked the strings.
A wisp of smoke. Fireworks cool easily, but beauty is thin.
Half-life displacement, only for beauty. A dream tells the reflection of wind and smoke.
A touch of acacia doesn't know the taste of sorrow. Who was left behind?
Zuihonglou is as beautiful as a flower, like water flowing for years.
Prosperous as a dream. Look back and see who is waiting for the country.
Iraqi red makeup. Look at the sky and read aloud.
Get dressed in front of the mirror. Memories are melancholy.
If you start smiling, time will pass quickly. Don't leave.
Read Xi's works. The wind is blowing.
Flowers and rain are gloomy. Huayu
If the wind blows in Xijiang Moon.
Flowers, tears, butterflies, residual rain, soul singing, rain, tears, cold and bright eyes, residual flowers, pavilion, Feng Xu Lotus Ping, tears, dew, night dreams. The sunset is fragrant.
The curtain is thin and light. Waiting for fate.
A flowing dream. Sue has a beautiful eyebrow.
A bitter song. A love that consumes everything is drunk with tears.
It rains at night in xiaoxiang. Quite critical.
Flowing water falls out of flowers. Xiangshui flows north.
The west wind filled the courtyard. Rich and colorful.
The sunset is long. The clouds are light and the wind is light.
Things have changed, purple sleeves and red strings.
Chun Xue on the string. Lock your face in a dream.
City tour.
4. What are the magnificent poems? Ancient prose 1, seven laws 49 1. Dongpo praised that there is no natural barrier in the world, and Dajiangdong can't go back.
Poetic relaxed in Jiangbei, picturesque in Jiangnan. The atmosphere is generous and benevolent.
In their dreams, they often meet each other, only a few hundred years apart when they wake up. 2. Where does Kunlun definitely want to find elegant training? The towering Kunlun Mountain is full of shock and anger.
In the wind, Kun Peng deceives big birds, while in the rain, young Yan Jing is light and handsome. Today, I will ride the wind and make great achievements in Wan Ren.
Sweep away the evil in the world, and a gentleman will always hate it. 3. Liangzhou Qusheng books are numerous, and I often feel that my heart is very spiritual.
Laughter alarmed guests from all directions, and anger turned to Hushan. I'm not afraid of bloody battles. I sang the song of Wan Liqing and traveled alone. Uncover the sky and lift the ground to comfort life.
4. and heaven remains our neighbourhood, where to find good news, there is no heart in the world. Ruthlessness may not be a real hero, so why should intimate friends take root together? Cry a thousand miles and cherish each other in the future.
Generosity has been a hero since ancient times, and writing youth with blood is generosity. 5. The travel notes of Chunshan are bleak, the years are gone, and the wanderer is sad and lonely.
Romance is with Kunpeng, and I scream on the wall. Wan Li's rivers and mountains are full of wind and water for ten years.
Spell a cavity of righteous blood and go straight to the sky. 6. Yaotaiqu Castle Peak is not white before the old man, and the cold urges the wanderer to Yaotai.
The road is deep and loose, and the broken beads splash jade dreams. When the sky in Fei Ying is misty, the monks in the mountain temple are terrified. They ring the morning bell and recite the Buddha's name to help these talents.
7. The herdsmen in Su Wu are eager to see their hometown beyond the Great Wall, but they don't see the length of the Great Wall, Wan Li. Looking forward to Hong Fei's book, I sadly called the sunset to the sky.
Guzheng mourns the clear autumn festival, and the iron man is also sad without tears. But where is the end of the world for this institution to serve the country? 8. Dimfragrance doesn't like the beauty of the world, and she is proud of Hanshan alone.
The hurricane passed the best place, and the cold ling was fragrant for nine thousand miles. Summer light shines on Mount Wan Ren, and this festival is full of history.
Born to love to snow in three winters, spring reports to all people. 9. Where can I find beautiful things in the world? Cut a cold plum and stay in the world.
Xianke wants to change customs, but the farmer sighs and forgets Sang Ma. After thousands of years of snow and snow, Liu Fang dedicated her heart to China alone.
Who says that there is no spring scenery in three winters, and Wan Li is high on the iceberg? 10. The God of War was speechless and barren after flowering. How do you know it doesn't thunder outside? Including the chaos of territory, the unbearable rats are called strong thieves.
The sky is furious, the cold stars fall, and the righteousness follows. March into Wan Li, the bullet won the gold medal.
1 1. Taigong endowed the Olympics with heavenly luck, and the evil spirits were empty. For millions of years, the big country was captured.
The wizard of art surprised the holy emperor, and the sense of justice was absolutely supreme. What is the limit of greatness? The sun, moon and stars shine on Shu Tian.
12. Tianshan trip (in memory of Lin Zexu) loves Tianshan snow with pure heart, and shame thieves talk about merits and demerits. I only heard that the hero abandoned his post and left, but I didn't see the spring tide in the East China Sea.
Endure to see a strong man bear a grudge, and Mo Wen hung the sun and the moon in the sky. The giant's eyes are small, but the hero's heart is wide.
13. Wutai poetry case, even if the dragon rises from the sea, it is difficult to give Wutai lofty sentiments. The evil slave barked at Yao Shun, and the people sighed in unison.
Swear to turn an inch into a long sword and kill all wolves and jackals in the world. If he has a triumph that year, I will make a comeback.
14. Huilan Pavilion has been depressed for ten years, with inclined columns and anger from bravery. A cavity of heroism permeates the sun and the moon, and it is suspected that it is Changhong Eagle.
Show the economy to make up for the sky, and inspire Lei Gong. Speaking of the greatness of hegemony, the sky is the east wind to me.
15. Guluojiang's first new work has been forgotten. By the gurgling river, the sky is singing and thoughts are flying like pens.
A sigh, a thunder, the weather is not angry. Suddenly I heard that the hero had been wronged by a thief, and all the heroes in the world were very sad.
16. What's the hurry of sharing a room with Lushan Gaotu? Talk nonsense and trap the lion. When the lion cried goodbye to Lushan Mountain, Lushan Mountain bowed its head sadly.
If you want to smash the hell without ministers, you have to take the ladder to heaven. Looking back, don't ask the wind and rain, you will know the merits and demerits.
17. Li Bai's travel map sings loudly to correspond to every day and calls for the spirit of the earth. Once the mountain was used to drive away tigers, and several times it was a battle of fire.
Poetry is full of brilliance, and Liu Tie's works are full of enthusiasm. Why do you want to go back to Chang 'an Road? And then get rid of the adulterer for prosperity.
18. Tong Gelin Heaven asked me what I wanted? The milky way is dim. Don't ask the jade emperor for more rewards, ask for the head of a strong thief.
Half a lifetime of blood spilled on the battlefield, singing freely all the way. Furious Wan Li, the genius of heaven and earth, the grace of serving the country, and the revenge of serving the country.
19. The deer hunting plan flies to Lingyun for eight thousand miles. How many years have you had no rivals? How many wars were fought? How decadent and magical is it? Talk about elegant and lofty poetry, seek seclusion and explore seclusion. There are traces on Jiayuguan. I still remember when I was hunting deer.
20. Zuo Quan and Jun assigned new words last year, which coincided with geese flying south. The sky is full of good news, and the flags of the three armies are sung all over the world.
It was amazing at once, and I broke my stubborn enemy with laughter. Today, the hero's soul is gone, who will help me to report my national humiliation? 2 1. Zhushan March, Dazhushan is not spring, and there are thousands of sorrows and joys.
In the morning, I am looking forward to the arrival of Lingque, but I don't want to pass the jade sound when I am empty. At dusk, the eagle returned to the valley, and at midnight, the tortoise cried on the beach.
Isn't it more important to cry about your own flesh and blood than to love your mother? 22. Where did Hengtai send Jun Jun? Hong Fei often delivers heartbreaking sentences. What's the hurry for a person to get ahead? GV 10 has no wrath of God.
I have never sung a song for you, Wan Li Frost. Then I went to Zhushan to find Tibetan pearls and shed tears on Linghai Road.
23. withered.
5. What are the magnificent poems? Ancient prose 1. Dongpo sings.
There are no natural barriers in the world,
Dajiangdong will go or not.
Poetry flourished in the north of the Yangtze River,
Picturesque Jiangnan.
The atmosphere is big,
Benevolence and kindness.
In dreams, two people often meet,
It's only a few hundred years since I woke up.
2. Kunlun Mountains (located in the west of China)
Where do you want to find elegant training?
The towering Kunlun Mountain is full of shock and anger.
Kunpeng deceives the wind and birds,
In the rain, the swallow is competitive and handsome.
Now I want to go by the wind,
Wan Ren, a great genius.
Sweep away the evils and evils in the world,
Remove a gentleman's eternal hatred.
6. Who can provide some beautiful ancient Chinese sentences that I hope will help you ~ ~ ~
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
Use the fireworks of my life to change the confusion of your life.
There are countless fireworks in the long street. You look back with the lights, the pavilions are 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 to cry in chaos.
The vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is gone. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
Let him know everything and smile for you.
Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that.
Once upon a time, there were tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.
Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.
As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk.
Butterflies are beautiful, but they can't fly over the sea after all.
Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River covered the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore.
The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.
Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.
My heart is moving, but I feel far away. Things are wrong, people are wrong, things are wrong, and the past cannot be traced.
Maybe it's the marriage in the last life, maybe it's the fault in the next life. Meeting in this life will only increase fruitless resentment.
Year after year, day after day, autumn after autumn, one generation urges another to get together and leave, one is happy and one is sad, and one is living in a dream. Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.
A flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.