2. Life is like a dream, gathering and parting, fading like a curtain of spring flowers, how much we get together, how much we part, and how much we want to go. In a blink of an eye, I look back indifferently, and how many vicissitudes are in my heart. Tears flow alone.
3, like smoke, flowers are low and graceful. The flowers are biased, the paintings are lightly appreciated, the beauties are missed, and the east wall is reclined. Turn around, a trance, a moment, unbearable to see, the wind has passed through all the time. Under the cold bridge, the waves sway gently, a journey of misty rain meets, a flick meets, and a flick of the pipa is in the end of the world, and I will spend my life in your painting at night. At first sight, it also extended to Fanghua, loving you for a thousand years and holding hands for a thousand years.
4. On that day, you were the end of the world, and I was the cape, looking at each other in pairs, and we could not rely on each other for despair; At that time, you were the bright moon, and I was the clear spring, which were inseparable and could not be intertwined; In that life, you were by the Qingshui River and I was by the Naihe Bridge. Your deep call, my deep affection. We are not fairy tales after all.
5. Go to the West Building alone without words, and the moon is like a hook. The secluded phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn. Constantly, the reason is still chaotic, which is separation. It's the general taste in my heart.
6. Who can say that a lifetime of love is long, and who can say that two hearts will never forget; Who can say that three lives are accompanied, who can say that the world is over; Who can say that love lasts forever, and who can say that love lasts for a long time? It's a long story for whom, and who is sad for whom; Who fell in love for whom, who broke the liver and intestines for whom; Who cares for whom, who watches for whom.
7. Autumn soaks into the balcony, and the dream of Leng Yue breeze opens. On a cold night in Philip Burkart, the wind is like a gentleman, and the moon is like a gentleman. Don't be sad, don't be afraid of the red dust and smog. Hatred and hatred will eventually go away, and songs will also be sentimental, and poems will also be sentimental.
8. Lights and stars, voices and songs are endless. Clouds cover the moon, people are nowhere to be seen, and I can't tell you how lonely I am.
9. Looking for elegant and ancient style, it's cold and lonely, and it's sad and sad. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to stop breathing. Two glasses of light wine, how can you beat him, and come late in the wind. I'm sad, but I know each other in the old days. The ground yellow flowers pile up. Strain loss, now who can pick. With the window open, you can't be black alone. Tung is drizzling, until dusk, bit by bit. Second, what a sad word.
1. The wind is also rustling, and the rain is also rustling. I play banana in the middle of the night; Awakening is boring, drunkenness is boring, and there is no loneliness in my heart.
11. Paint rouge and say Zhu Yan, year after year. The wind wasted the peony, and the pen tip turned from thick to light. A thousand-year-old case-solving, who's watching it?
12. He knew all the difficulties and dangers, and he felt sorry for the male and female servants.
13. Male and female servants are enjoying their sorrow and suffering. After a long time, they are numb and used to it.
14. You don't like male and female servants, and they don't mind at all. Because men and women don't live to please you.
15. Perhaps in the eyes of others, male and female servants are free, but they can't decide where they will float.
16. Will one day, you suddenly appear behind the male and female servants, blindfold them and say that they are back?
17, the clouds are pale and the moon is dancing, and the wind is coming to the dreamland. Wei cries blood and tears, while Du Yu mourns. The rain scares the night, and the trickle collects huge waves. When the dragon waits, throw a pen and hold a long brother.
18. The wind is like water, and the silver is far away, and there is a magpie bridge when crossing the dream. Sweet, small courtyard, begging for the moon is invited. Come to a wisp of lotus style, embroider a needle and pick a butterfly. With a slap in the face, the ritual is rare, and the eyebrows are thin and drunk. Like rain and fireworks, youth always grows old. Tung shadow, weave cattle night, and lie down and watch the present. The incense tray is wrapped with green silk, and it is clever to worship the clouds on the first day of the month. I admire you silently, but my heart is hard to tell. I caressed the brocade string to find a place. East clouds drift by, and Hexi Mudi is far away.
19. If you have a good heart, you have nothing to worry about; If you are kind, there will be no hateful people; If the heart is simple, the world will be empty. Elegant sentiment.
2. Love in this life pays off lovesickness, and flowers shake off tears. Looking back, I was only drunk for Iraqis. It's not that I can't help myself when I'm in the depths, how can I be as cold as frost? I will miss a pot of warmth and drink the past; Wandering around the world, just smiling for a beautiful woman, but I can't stop thinking about it, which makes people feel heartbroken. Wherever the purple smoke is long, I can see the end of the world, and my words are still bleak. True, as false; I am stupid and I laugh.
21. If I can, I can stay with you for a thousand years, and I just want to care for you and smile. If you are willing, I am willing to accompany you forever, and I only want to stay with you forever. In my heart, my face is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers, the ink of the setting sun, the whispers, and the fireworks that bloom all over the sky in an instant. Are you still sitting in a long pavilion, Sandy Jade Finger, curling with the warmth of the wind, painting a corner of the sky and starting from the shore of Mae Water?
22. Be calm, stroll through the chapters of memory, read the fragments of fleeting time, and the words bloom at the tip of the pen, which is wonderful and warm. Listening to the wind in the park, waiting for the moon in the setting sun, carrying a ray of prosperity like a dream, holding a ray of acacia to sleep. It's misty and rainy, and it's dark in the south of the Yangtze River, watching the moon white and the wind clear, but it's fleeting. The cicada kept silent, watching the prosperity fall, and in the wind, it paled its original intention. Crazy, light madness, years in the forehead scratched a shallow injury.
23. Spring is coming to an end, a little bit of residual flowers are flying all over the sky, the corridor is cold, the beam is cold, and the purple swallow flying south has not been returned today. How can the nest be invaded by wind and rain, and the tears in the nest are broken, so the sound is far away. The smoke is thousands of miles away, the Xiangjiang River is wide, and the screen window is empty for a long time. People hedge, living alone and thin in Xiaoxiang, wasting the lonely mark and being proud of the world. The world is full of talents. The cause of the world, the fruit of this life. A dusty dream of wood and stone alliance. Read the west wing.
24. In this life, you are my confidante who has forgotten for thousands of years. You are me, dyed the world of mortals, and scattered all my sad thoughts. From the beginning to the end, passing by, whoever dumped my city, whose heart I lost, from then on, that touch of face forgot the end of the world, and there was no face to face. You, miss a season, it's the season of falling flowers. The body is red, the skirt is fluttering, and the tender sleeves are thrown out, as if throwing out the past of a thousand years.
25. Who was the stumbling block of who's past life? Who is who's Sanskrit in this life? Who looks through the autumn waters for whom? Who messed up the floating life again? But it turned out that after the prosperity, it was empty, and I vowed to be a romantic, dream a dream, butterfly dance and Zhuang Zhou, and flowers were not flowers. In the world, many things are sought and welcome; Many dreams are forgotten and unforgettable.
26. Whoever calls down the stairs at sunset holds the incense burner. The head stands in front of the smiling steps, always speechless and reluctant. There is no evidence in the book, so don't say acacia. Yi Hao is drunk at the red window, which is beyond his reach.
27, dressed in a thin coat, elegant sleeves, slightly shallow candlelight, drunk with ink, fragrant traces of words in poetry, phantom of the pen painting people. The edge of the embankment comes naturally, with a poem, and the purple stranger is self-generating, with a bit of elegance and a bit of bitterness.
28. Men and women are really not greedy. It is enough for men and women to love them.
29. I didn't think it was too late, and I didn't think whether you would have a concubine or not.
3. It's always so unintentional for you to hurt your male and female servants.
31. In the previous life, it was a peach blossom, which covered the eyes of male and female servants who missed you.
32. Your journey has never seen the aging of male and female servants.
33. Who did you stop the servants' travel-stained?
34. The shoulders of male and female servants want nothing but freedom.
35. Men and women don't lack anything but your husband, and your husband lacks a lot, but he doesn't lack men and women.
36. The male and female servants are puppets, and every thread is influenced by you.
37. Even if the heavy rain turns the city upside down, male and female servants will give you arms.
38. If a stone can also shed tears, male and female servants want to be a stubborn stone and cry in your heart. At least, they can also feel the temperature of your heart.
39. It is better to be foolhardy than to be successful. The downwind river is full of sails, but I didn't expect a stone beach in the middle of the river. It is easy to say that a canoe is easy, but the car folds its spokes.
4. Pei Mingyu is more clean than others, and Qi Youlan is competing for fragrance. Light tenderness is in the vulgar, and negative ambition is in the high clouds.
41, Xiao Sheng pharynx, Qin E dream off Qin Louyue.
42. When visiting Qiushi in autumn night, first smell the water sounds.
43, fragrant grass breaks smoke Nanpu Road, says goodbye to tears and looks at the green hills.
44. The past turns into butterflies and flies in the lost dreams.
45. It's hard to play the pipa under the moon, and the glass lights look at the displacement.
46. You said that misty rain is heartless, adding to the sadness. I said it was heartless, but I saw the beauty in the side.
47. When I was young, I sang in the end of the world, and the landscape was dead.
48. I hope you really bury the flowers under Longquan. Looking at the southeast branch, there is a secluded pavilion, which is long and late.
49, white lotus and white string, if there is a clear hanging, ethereal Sandy, don't miss it.
5. Qiu Li, crossing the water and walking slowly, looks at the starry sky at night, and is a beautiful woman with a bright moon. The breeze is faint, accompanied by the faint fragrance of violets, and the dancing hair tips leave the shape of the wind.
51, a song of farewell, commitment in the wind; Blood spilled on the battlefield, thinking of her under the knife; Far apart, thinking on the other side; Yin and Yang are separated, wandering in the dead.
52. I would rather not lean on each other all my life than meet again in my dream. Don't lament the abandonment of that year, because there was a good treasure.
53. Qingqingzi sings, which is leisurely in my heart. Linglong dice Ann red beans, bone acacia know?
54, the face is as white as Fu Fen, and if the lips are painted with Zhu Yi, they will look good. The temples are holding Qingyun to deceive indigo, and the eyebrows are divided into new moons like knives.
55. I won't be able to pass you. You go south and I'll go north. You are surrounded by mountains and waters, and my heart is full of difficulties.
56. As far as I know, from the first moment I saw you, I decided to be a peach blossom kernel for you all my life.
57. I'm incompetent, but I can't grow into the girl's favorite appearance. Since then, I don't know when I can meet again. I hope the girl will feel sorry for herself. If we meet again, I will laugh and laugh with you without emotion.
58. I'm incompetent, and I didn't get the girl's favor. I've been bothering her for a long time, so don't blame her. Since then, all my love has stopped at my lips and disappeared in my youth. Let's leave this life and be well.
59. I wish the red line will always be linked. Since then, after years, rivers and lakes are far away because of you.
6. The long road is silent. Maybe we have been pursuing it all our lives. So what? Breaking the tranquility will be rewarded with a lifetime reputation, even if we go through fire and water. Qian Shan's eternal feelings, which have a long history, learn from the wise to accept the world of mortals, but stay out of it and win a cool. Try to avoid the end of the song, Leng Yue's afterglow is a lonely star night, the sea is even a barrier, and the fall of the opposite direction, unconsciously reflecting on the fate of the cake.
61. Half a solitary lamp, sitting alone in front of the screen, a cup of clear tea, let thoughts spread in the sky, and turn the shadow of dreams into a colorful butterfly, which looks like a flower and smiles.
62. No matter the scenery changes on both sides of the strait, there are always boatmen embracing the future on the river, with hard-working helmsman and boatman handed down from generation to generation.
63. In the clear night, He Zhanzhan, a solitary candle reflects the blue curtain.
64. and some day meet an old wood-cutter, and talk and laugh and never return.
65. The rain is drunk in the south of the Yangtze River. Look at this time, it is full of smoke and rain. I missed your umbrella again and again, but why are you unwilling? On the other side of the willow, I looked at it with a light, and the Iraqis were gentle. After listening to your clear play again and again, I was once intoxicated with your eyebrows. Painting the west bank of the building, writing and dyeing, peach blossoms withering, copying your face again and again, can't tell the difference between sinking fish and falling geese; The disaster is a beauty, vermilion spots, tears have flooded, looking for you again and again, not caring about gossip and gossip; Old enemies, tears, previous marriages, live up to your obsession again and again, just because of the sea and mulberry fields.
66. There are many things in your heart, and a thousand miles away. The beautiful scenery is fine, and there is no sympathy for each other! Beauty is far away, lovesickness is bitter, and it is difficult to pay for it. Ten years of love and a hundred years of crossing, I can't bear to care if I don't cut my lovesickness!
67. Changting asked, whose fate was broken that day when the wind was cold; The people in the play have deep feelings for each other, and whose separation and hatred did the paper poem appeal to; Pear flower rain, willow floating catkins, when the new green covered whose expectations; Farewell poems, heartbroken words, whose love affair is written in fine words; Parting, rain outside the curtain, whose palpitations are blurred by that eye; Acacia sends, affectionate and, whose ending that painting traces.
68. The difference you never said is hearsay.
69, elegance and pen and ink, backyard dust. Then the sky is shining, and there is no hesitation. Three thousand miles of rivers and mountains are also Penglai for forty years. The moss is stained with frost, and the mirror is full of color.
7. A flower is the world, and a leaf follows. One song and one sigh, one person for life.
71. It may take a thousand years to get the' white head' of this life.
72. Flowers fade, dreams are bleak, and the world looks beautiful and beautiful.
73. I blurred you with the last drop of tears, gently closed my eyes, and let it silently cross the sadness and fall into the world. At that time, I struggled for thousands of years, just for an impossible result. Don't laugh at me, because I have the initial heart.
74. You can't understand emotional things without experience.
75. If life can be played repeatedly like a movie, then all this is not important.
76, a cavity of bitterness, it is difficult to complain about sadness.
77. When I liked him, I lost the chance to meet him once.
78. I finally understand that the beauty of a moth is the process, but it is the end.
79. Whoever forgets each other forgets first, and turning to the motherland is the old country. I refused to play, and the shadows were amazing.
8. As the world says, one sentence hurts. Sometimes we are sad not because those words are bad, but because we can't bear them.
81. Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time. Hand over the mountains and rivers, smile for you. A few sighs, several generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, my life is up to me.
82. In the pace of hesitation, the loneliness of wandering all the way, the scenery ignored in the journey, and when you think back quietly, you are so nostalgic.
83. The Palace Merchants' Corner asks for feathers, dancing with music, long sleeves and tassels for a few feet, and I hold the golden bottle to make the green ants drunk, which makes you even more drunk.
84. Ride your horse day by day, and your coat will whisper in the wind. When you are old, you will be in wax. How can you bear the evil spirits such as beautiful women?
85. I cooked old tea for you, but you made me bitter for eight cups.
86. Zhu Yan is withered alone. Don't laugh at the peach blossoms. A river of spring water stops for you.
87. After all, it covered the whole country for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After the glory of China, it was nothing more than a silence.
88. You like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River or the snow in the north. You like the tranquility of the town or the sound of the capital. You like the gentle breeze or the cold wind caressing your face. I hope you can meet people and things you like wherever you go. As for me, it's okay. I like you and everything you like.
89. There are 17 strings of clear tones, the shadow road is difficult, the willow is breezy, the moon is silent, and the whistle is long. The dharma is clear and clear that night, and the cultivation is far away, and the sword is fleeting.
9, the sixth string of voiceless, dancing under the moon. Beautiful images are in sight, but feelings are hard to predict. Why abandon it? There are thousands of words and no one complains, and it is difficult to set foot on the beautiful side.
91. Twenty-one strings are voiced, and gold and silver are chased by laughter. The rich and powerful dude is unlearned. Who cries? The rich bureaucrats are rich and harsh, and the poor suffer.
92. Where the joy comes from, Lang Xing will never return.
93. I was proud of peach blossoms, but now I take revenge on them.
94. Who's on stage and who's watching? The music is wonderful and you forget yourself. Who cares for Hua Dan's famous stars? Sorrow and joy sing alone on the stage, but forget that there will always be an end. One song ends with another, singing and going to the same stage. Sad and sad, laughing funny, take off the heavy makeup. At the end of the song, everyone was empty, leaving only one person who was disappointed. What's wrong with love? What's wrong with people? I only hate being Hua Dan on the stage.