Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things; time is the passerby of hundreds of generations. And the floating life is like a dream, how much joy is there?
Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows.
Wine and sing, what is life like? Like morning dew, it will be more painful every day.
The flowers bloom early in spring, because the flowers bloom early. When flowers bloom and fall, life gets old easily.
Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone? The rustling yellow leaves closed the window, meditating on the past and the setting sun
The crowd searched for her thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, she was there in the dim light
It was once difficult to make water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud< /p>
Now it has become yesterday, the flowers are like her, she is like flowers
If life is just like the first time we met, why does the west wind turn into a fan of sorrow
The soft wind blows through the window screen, The hope of my heart is as far away as the world
Eternal time and earth will eventually end, and this hatred will last forever
This feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss at that time
Ten years of life and death The two are boundless, without thinking, and unforgettable
From now on, I miss the spring and say goodbye, and only face the pear blossoms at dusk
I am a melancholy guest in the world. I know what happened to you, and I burst into tears. I recall my life with the sound of heartbreak.
Betting on books made the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
Despite heaven and earth, the world will never end, and the heart will remain the same after thousands of reincarnations.
I originally set my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch
The mountains and rivers in my eyes are far away, and the falling flowers, wind and rain will hurt the spring even more. It is better to pity the people in front of me.
The drizzle wets the light, and the fragrant grass grows year by year.
The smoke of Baoding tea is still green. The chessboard in the secluded window is particularly cool.
Once the spring is gone, the beauties grow old, and the flowers fall and people die without knowing it.
When will spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do you know about the past?
Flowers must be folded when they are ready, don’t wait until there are no flowers left to break branches
I don’t hate the hardship of working in the end of the world, I only hate the west wind, blowing dreams into the past and present.
The most difficult thing is to keep it in the world.
The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year
The candles say goodbye with intention, and weep for others until dawn
On paper, it is sad and joyful. The moon, the axis is ready to collect the scroll of floating life
The backlight and the moon are in the shade of the flowers, it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart