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.
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. Partridge day by strict.
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 blurs a piece of 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.
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.
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night. When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden. Nalan Rong Ruo of Sauvignon Blanc
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. -"Partridge Day" Yan
Just be a quiet and reserved person, be free and open in the corner, please people silently, but never attract too much attention, and keep an independent and casual character.
I will miss it all my life, and it will come like a flying flower.
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? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. Five generations. Li Yu's Meet You Huan
When the boat crosses the Chunjiang River, lie down and watch the Cuibihonglou rise. In the clouds, the smile is high, and the beauty is half drunk. Dangerous columns mourn strings, colorful songs echo, and clouds linger around the water. I miss my old friend's boss, and my romantic life has not diminished. I look back alone, in the smoke. -"Water Dragon Hidden" Su Shi
Who should be robbed by whom? Who became whose obsession?
Youth is not for teenagers. Hate you. When do you rest? When the flying catkins fell from the flowers, they climbed the stairs.
Have I ever seen you on the road of the dead, the river of forgetfulness, beside the Sansheng stone, and the Naihe bridge?
When a player enters a painting, he lives all his life. Walking alone in the sea, there is no return, and first frost is full. The night is cold, the lights are dim, the ambiguity disappears and the song is euphemistic.