1. One day, in the twilight of you and me, we sat in front of the court and watched the flowers fall and laughed about the fleeting time. Today, a hundred years ago, I passed by, only to know that I have already seen it all.
2. When the world of mortals is drunk, it is willing to win a heart. Fireworks couple, white heads do not leave each other. Weak water 3 thousand, I only take a ladle to drink. Beauty is perishable, and I will never leave you. Help each other, hold your hand and grow old together. Blue misty rain, lonely shadow waiting for you to return.
3. How many spring and autumn seasons have been overturned with a touch of beauty. A little cinnabar, swaying thousands of customs. A picture scroll carries a long history. A graceful song, echoing here for years.
4. Whoever dispels the taste of lovesickness, who hopes for a lover's return, who holds tears, who paints Liu Yuemei, who resents the music, who thinks about the reincarnation of tea, and who pays for it wrongly, becomes heartbroken.
5, "a flashy life, forget a season. Empty memories disturb the lingering. The smile is gone, and there are thousands of loneliness. String, thinking about China. Those years are like a dream. Like running water, it never comes back. Don't cry and leave, don't complain about the end. "
6. Whoever forgets each other forgets first, and turning to the motherland is the old country. I refused to play, and the shadows were amazing. Once upon a time, there were tall buildings with singing songs at night and dancing sleeves on them. When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. Once the spring is gone, the beauty is old, and the flowers fall and people die.
7. If you think about it, it will be late. Thinking about the past makes my eyes faint. When the soft bones are alone in the spring flowers, the string moon is ashamed. Yesterday, I was drunk and laughed late in the spring breeze, and my fur was wrapped in a thousand worries.
8. I am in the distance, looking forward to being flustered, and the mountains and seas are boundless and touching the scenery. I am in the distance, acacia is more short, tears wet white clothes; I am far away, my heart is broken, my life is He Huan, and my death is difficult; I am in the distance, leaning against the railing sadly, waiting for people to be heartbroken.
9. Whether you are still so gentle and full of affection; Whether or not, you are still blue and bright, a folding fan, and you can't spend all your time.
1. That year was like a dream, for whom did the flowers bloom? Memories of fleeting time, moments of trance and back to yesterday. Like a dream offering a moment of sorrow, fireworks burn out years of sorrow. Today is like a dream, wishing to go back to yesterday, and a stranger misses the Chinese New Year.
11. If I were a drop of water that accidentally slipped into the desert, would you like to be a chamaejasme flower in the desert? Take in my loneliness, and let my exhausted life blossom into the rarest and most beautiful flower fairy in your warm arms and strong will, because it is the crystallization of our joint efforts. Once you collected my loneliness, I moistened your empty heart.
12. On the bank of Naihe Bridge, the clear water is quiet; On the side of forgetting Sichuan, the blue waves are cold. A thousand years of sadness, such as a snap of your fingers, a cavity of turbid tears, ups and downs in previous lives. Time flies without words, but I hate being late in this life; Time is like cutting, cutting constantly, with a sigh. Cold starts at first, lonely company, long standing in the wind, willing to be dried. It's annoying under the drizzle eaves, and Feihong is swinging smoke everywhere. The past is like smoke, so you can't wait for it, and you are proud of it.
13. Look, who's sitting under the bodhi tree, counting the flowers falling from the curtain after season. Soft whispers, rustling sighs, and murmuring lovesickness charm the enchanting youth of rouge. Listen, who is playing a sad chord in the world of mortals? Who is it, indulging in the misty rain and the world of mortals, writing the amorous feelings of the world, a Tang poem, a song poem and a flute sound with a lingering fragrance, which made past lives feel attached.
14. Look at the twilight sky, listen to the sound of flowers blooming and falling, and count the traces left by time. Like the moonlight like water, it poured in from the window and washed the floor, but it mottled the memory. "Hold you in my hand, burn incense devoutly, cut off a candlelight, light up the economy, and make love only." The beautiful and sad music echoed in my ears, and suddenly, I fell into the abyss of infinite melancholy.
15. I like a light life. Let this light always accompany me, regardless of the ups and downs outside, stormy waves. No matter how things change, things change. Always live a quiet life like this, do things in peace, be an ordinary person, do not expect to be glamorous, do not expect to be glamorous, give life a little calm, give life a truth, give yourself a gratitude, and give others a tolerance.
16. Looking back at you is a tear in my previous life. My heart is tender and my heart is broken. Holding a fruit wine, holding a lingering fragrance, with the dream into a tear in this life. Flowers fly all over the sky, who is drunk in the arms full of fragrance and water? And love has condensed in the lake for thousands of years and opened into a shallow tear. Looking back at you is a tear in my previous life. In this life, at the edge of heartbroken cliff, the wind and sand wither all the words and flowers ... < P > 17. Some people you may have known all your life but ignored all your life; Some people only see one side but affect their lives; Some people silently stay by your side and pay for you but are left out; Some people's careless expression has become your eternal concern ... We often try to cherish what we haven't got and forget what we have. Don't look for happiness from afar, it may be in your hand, hold it safely ...
18. Sometimes, the person who loves you is close at hand, but it is often another person who makes you feel sad and worried. You shed tears for him and mourn for him; Just pay, don't give anything back. You think this is love. In fact, this is just human feelings: what you can't get is the best; Easy to get, often do not know how to cherish. I am scarred and hurt the person who loves you deeply at the same time. Love is often a hundred turns and thousands of times, and it turns out that it has always been by your side.
19. Memories are a bridge leading to a lonely prison, where someone and a certain relationship make you reluctant to let go. It seems that I have forgotten it, and when I suddenly think of it, my heart will also ripple. I often wonder, is it that person or that relationship that we can't let go of? Finally relieved, if there is no that person, there will be no that love, if there is no that love, that person is not worth our memories.
2. When it rains, I wander in the misty rain and stroll along the path between flowers. Misty rain, delicate, moist, exquisite reveals a bit of naughty charm, which makes people fondle it. This kind of rain is easy to remind people of the blue and white porcelain depicted by the embryo, which is pure and light. Ran Ran sandalwood through the window, splash-ink rendering impression, in the rain, curled up. The beauty handed down from generation to generation is still stranded at the bottom of the vegetarian blue vase, which is a lifelong memory ... < P > 21. The smoke will eventually disperse. What is cool is the years, or yourself? Never thought, in this watery night, remembering the past was so distressing. After all, I have loved, my heart is locked, people have gone, my feelings have flown, and the remaining bits and pieces have turned into smoke in an instant, falling on the way when I came and falling into the whole emptiness. In this way, the truest and purest attachment in the past grew old with time. I can't see it, and you can't touch it, leaving a tree of fireworks to cool alone ... < P > 22. The bright fireworks withered the ashes of the remaining temperature and rekindled the same fireworks, but it was just fragments all over the ground. How to piece them together, it was always a different one. Gorgeous excitement rendered the sadness of landing, and the empty night was very dark. Wandering people, with a long back, whose eyes are hurt by loneliness, care about Iraq's eyes, and shouldn't bring back tears, forbear you to talk to me! I loved, I didn't love, I was too bitter and numb. A lonely sigh broke the bowel leaning against the building.
23. Lonely lonely days, whose hair ends are messed up, and the riverside of Sansheng, whose fleeting time has been promised. On the Naihe Bridge, who drank the Meng Po soup and carved this distant miss? Forgetting, sentimental! The red line wrongly tied in the hands of Yue Lao has been astringent for thousands of years. Like water, I can't stop thinking about it; Butterfly flowers fall, making you tender all your life. The full moon is incomplete, and the vows are sad. In the end, the flowers bloom in that life, and the flowers fall in this life.
24. It is doomed that there are countless hardships in this life, that there are endless love, hate and sadness in this life, and that loneliness is a partner in the afterglow of the setting sun, so don't sympathize with pity, don't hold a grudge and complain. Standing in front of the window facing the night, licking the scars of yin blood alone and sipping bitter wine alone. Even in tears for you, it is the most dazzling light in the night. That's it, a sleepless night, and a ray of holy light from the dawn skyline is in full bloom at your window.
25, cold comes and summer goes, and the seasons change, watching the stars shift. In the lonely watch, looking at the world coldly, magnificent joys and sorrows are staged; The snow lies on the plain, the long river is setting, and the clouds in the sky are scattered with the wind. Wild geese go unnoticed, bid farewell to innocence, and are ignorant of the sentimentality of welcoming youth; The mountains are green, the mountains are flowing, and the mist and purple smoke that cover thousands of miles are covered. In the glitz of the world, the pain of thorns and thorns is hidden, and a smile with tears like a rainbow blooms.
26, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the dark stars are fading, which comforts my heart all my life, and the pale paper and sharp pen tip help me to be displaced all my life. Walking on a song, smiling repeatedly, a cloud, a wind, a star, January, a piece of paper, a pen, one person, one world, facing the bustling world, when I wake up, I only leave sadness, and I haven't spoken for a long time. Who is with whom in the world, and who is sad.
27. Looking back for the last time on Naihe Bridge, I turned my last nostalgia for the world of mortals into two lines of clear tears on my pale cheeks. Tears entered Meng Po Tang, stayed in Sansheng Stone and past lives, and many cycles came to my eyes, frozen for thousands of years, lonely for thousands of years, and all returned to silence at that moment. How can we leave in previous lives, meet in this life, and meet again in the afterlife? If there is a dream, there will be a hundred twists and turns ...
28. No matter how beautiful it is, it is also a song, and the song will end in the end. No matter how painful it is, it is also a wound, and the wound will heal. When tenderness is like water, it overflows on the edge of the dream, and it is difficult to distinguish between sadness and joy, and it is difficult to know whether it is cold or warm. The only thing I know is that I am thinking of you with my breath. It's just that the night is still dark, my journey is still long, and I am a little overwhelmed by being alone. We passed by, with unspeakable pain. Wandering in the sea of people. I would rather see that there is no love left than lovers become passers-by.
29. The sadness of the Ferris wheel is that no matter how long it turns, it will eventually return to its original point. The sadness of the ferris wheel is that no matter what it has experienced, it can only rotate in a certain track and direction. The sadness of the Ferris wheel carries too much happiness, but I don't know that behind happiness is actually sadness. The sadness of the Ferris wheel is obviously so sad, but nothing can change it.
3. I am like a leaf, and I have no intention of competing for beauty. I dance with the wind and the sky. The spring flowers are bright, and the autumn moon is bright. I wish you * * * and dusk. I will adjust my tune and move my column, pour out my heart, and I will be infatuated with my voice, and I will have countless tears in my lonely lamp. I would like to fly away without worrying about this life. I really want to leave my willows, and I can't turn back before I can change it for a long time, no matter what.
31. In the four seasons of life, people around us come and go, leaving long or short memories and finally disappearing into the folds of the years. Time is changing, emotions are on and off, and we gradually get used to ignoring Yun Qi's clouds and watching the flowers bloom and fade. Many times of life is silent, some scenery is a pity if you miss it, and some people leave it forever, and they still stay with us, which is worthy of our careful collection and cherish.
32. It's a quiet night. If I don't read it, why bother to catch a hook? If I hadn't read it, the word book for you would have been superfluous. Think much, when things are over in Qian Fan, choose a secluded place in the forest house, and stay quiet in the deepest world of mortals, with a volume of incense and four natures following each other. When I am lonely, I am free to fish in the lake and the moon, and when I am clear, I am writing words, so that the past gathering and falling, meeting by chance, have become dreams outside the party and clouds in the painting. Let all the heavy memories, like quicksand, fade away with the wind
33. Looking at a bright moon in the distance, a piece of acacia is kindled in my heart. Perhaps a thin notebook can't bear the tears of acacia to wet the gibberish in my dream. The bright moon is thousands of miles away, and the warmth of thousands of lights depends on each other, as well as the tears of acacia wandering across the world. The eternal bright moon is full of people every year, gathering and scattered.
34. The tearful city is a vast river, and it's clear autumn in Wan Li, and Lanzhou urges me to send it. People are thinner than yellow flowers, and bamboo tears go here. After a long time, it's cold, so don't lean on tall buildings alone, remembering the first sight, flying all over the sky, and clearing your worries, whispering softly, being beautiful in the south of the Yangtze River, knocking questions are not surprising, swearing endlessly, having a clear look of character, being independent in cold autumn, and also.
35. There are several samsaras on the samsara platform, and there is nothing to do under the Naihe Bridge. The Mantuo Shahua by the Santu River never meets each other. The mistake is a thousand years. Thousands of years ago, on a dusty evening in the north of Saibei, you rode the world of mortals and stepped on the sand all over the sky. I was one of them. A thousand years later, on a misty and rainy morning in the south of the Yangtze River, you were wet with apricot blossom rain in a white dress. I am one of them. After thousands of years, I lost my words for thousands of years, failed to live up to thousands of years, and in the world of mortals, one turned around and missed his life.
36, broken leaves, it withered life, but its regret is still alive, living in the heart of the wind, living in the country of regret, it does not know how to close its eyes, but it bid farewell to this life forever, bid farewell to the feelings that should have been very good. Helpless, although there are many beautiful things in the world, there is always a moment when life withers to end all fantasy and beauty. Life is a one-way journey, everything is only once, and there is no point in turning back.
37, heartstrings, is the rain falling, rippling the heart lake, wet the season; It's tears that hurt my heart, distance away and miss the years; It is the flowers that bloom quietly, silence the feelings and soften the life. A few fingers count, so that the past is followed by the wind; A melody, let the mood gradually lonely; My heart moves with me, let the natural scenery decorate my life. Who is plucking the strings, who is rendering the years, and who is listening to life? Is it you, me or the world?
38, the world of mortals, like misty rain, dripped the hearts of many lovers, and could not finish the unfinished feelings. No one knows when we will meet what we crave. More often, we just miss each other constantly, miss the spring when the flowers are floating in the wind, miss the autumn when the maple leaves are rustling, until the sky is covered with snow and the years are gone. Time won't stop because of feelings ... At some point, it will go back and forth, pumping gently in the softest place of your heart, accompanied by a pain that corrects your heart.
39. Cold and dark nights always involve endless sadness! The loneliness of a lonely lamp and a shadow is more like a machete like a broken moon, and the knife cuts people's hearts. Clearly know that acacia is bitter, but you can't help it. When the years have dusted off the history, when the reincarnation repeats itself in past lives, when the time is indifferent to the vicissitudes of life, and human beings still continue the theory of "life and death, harmony and success" from generation to generation. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
4. The cold night is sad, the snow is drifting, and my heart is slightly cold. Look at the lights, where does the ghosting ghost live? The years are still there, but they are full of holes, penetrating the sorrows and joys of the secular world. The heart has been pitied, and the face is also damaged. It is difficult to deduct the feelings of this world with ten fingers. When people go home, the shadows are also gone. Where can I sacrifice a touch of sadness? The world of mortals is helpless and affectionate. How much tears can you tell? I want to travel between the clouds, but my heart is full of memories for eight years! Wind and rain erode the face, and no one wants to go back to the romantic days of that year.
41. It suddenly began to rain in the gray sky, and little drops of water fell to the window, just like the sweet tears when I missed you, falling into the dust without dyeing. Through the thin clouds, layer upon layer.