First, the willow shoots on the moon, people about after dusk.
Second, I won't regret that my belt is gradually widening, which will make people haggard for Iraq.
Third, be there or be square, how heartless?
Fourth, the candle has a heart to say goodbye and tears for others until dawn.
Five, buttonwood, it rains in the middle of the night, and it is bitter to leave. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
Sixth, the depth of humanity is less than half. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight. Playing acacia, the string broke for a while.
Seventh, don't pluck the strings. Bitter to say. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Eight, affectionate only spring court month, still leave people as fallen flowers.
Nine, you gave birth to me. I was old when I gave birth to you. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
Ten, Guan Guan Luo Yu, in Hezhou. The beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.
The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot inside.
Twelve, he was born infatuated, there is no place for lovesickness in the world.
Thirteen, how to let you meet me, in my most beautiful moment. To this end, I begged the Buddha for 500 years and asked him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Fourteen, when Gao Huaiyuan was poor. There seems to be nothing more powerful than love in this world! The sadness of parting is implicated in countless wicker entanglements, not to mention the weeping willows in East Street. Ride away, the dust is constantly, where to recognize lang trace.
Fifteen, the curtain of jathyapple dream, the spring breeze ten miles tenderness.
Sixteen, the threshold chrysanthemum sorrow smoke blue tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu.
Seventeen, Lishan language is clear in the middle of the night, and the rain bell does not complain. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before.
Eighteen, this situation can not be eliminated, can only frown but mind.
Nineteen, return your pearl Lacrimosa, hate not to meet before marriage.
Twenty, hold your hand and grow old with your son.
Twenty-one, I'll keep my eyes open all night. That's a lifelong worry in your brow.
Twenty-two, thinking of the monarch makes people old, and the years are late. There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.
Twenty-three, Xiaosonggang, the moon is like frost, and people are also hurt like floating flowers. Ten years, three thousand years, I hope we don't forget each other.
Twenty-four, acacia plum blossom hair all night, suddenly went to the window suspected to be a gentleman.
Twenty-five, youth is not reserved for teenagers. Hate you. When do you rest? When the flying catkins fall, they climb the stairs. Being by the river, I can't stop crying and have a lot on my mind.
Love is blind. It's a thousand miles away, San Xiao idiot.
No man is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.
Twenty-eight, tender feelings like water, ritual like a dream, can endure to go home! It's been a long time, and it's still there, day and night
Twenty-nine, an inch of acacia, there is no arrangement in the world.