(1)
Walking into the midsummer with shallow wounds, who is sad when the lonely beauty rolls up her sleeves and dances to a song? The melody at your fingertips ignites a lotus heart dream. The whispers on my lips finally overturned the world of mortals for you. The calligraphy of lovesickness exaggerates the vicissitudes of time, and the colorful pens of life write our most beautiful encounter. The most beloved love penetrates into the bone marrow, heart and lungs. The person is still the same, the love is still the same, and the painful longing wavers into insanity. The sad track leaves behind the soul-breaking notes, which is a melancholy movement of Sauvignon Blanc.
Smoke, blur and hurt, messed up whose love? The clouds are as thin as wings. Whose sky is dimmed? Ink, thick fog locks, covering whose eyes? The rain falls all season long, and whose heart gets wet? Flying, messy flowers, whose eyebrow hurts? Injury, the dance of sorrow, has been scratched by the years; the heart, the pain of a knife, has shattered the worldly thoughts; desire, sprinkled with flower petals, is covered with melancholy on the shoulders; broken, difficult-to-break branches, willow silk holds Li Ying's cloud gown; soul, The soul is flying, and fragments are poured all over the ground; for the king, the smoke and ink are flying, and the heart is broken.
The dance is full of sadness and a little hesitant. Unexpectedly, I have been wandering around in the world; I am calm and unhesitating, and I have passed through the rain of bullets.
The emphasis is on the flute and drum, which is fierce and exciting. How do you know that I have books and swords floating in the floating world; my steadfastness that regards death as if it were home is like a dream wasted.
Unpredictable reincarnation, unknown flowers blooming on the other side. Be a flower in the world of mortals? Blooming in the blue dream. As the years pass by, there is no need to break the wings of your heart. On the streets of Acacia, my injured feathers are peeling off. There are also drops of my blood. Just because there is your passionate gaze in the distance, guiding me to move forward bravely. With you all the way, look at the beautiful moonlight; the blue sea and blue sky, can you see the traces of my sadness?
The reflection of lovesickness is on the moon, the taste of falling in love with you is sweet and sad. The melancholy of summer is permeated with yellow flowers, and that deep-seated longing slips quietly into the plains and turns into a pool of water. The sentiment has settled and the dust has settled, and a little sigh contains deep resentment. Staying behind in the ethereal night, I stand stubbornly on the top of the mountain and stare. I was originally the second Wang Fu Stone, waiting for you for thousands of years. The dawn wind and the waning moon bear witness to my immortal vow.
Fireworks get cold easily, but my heart remains. That touch of lovesickness' sadness is so heart-wrenching. Please give me the divine sword and point your finger at the ancient tomb; on the silent screen of the fleeting shadows, there is a message printed on the purple road to hold hands for a lifetime.
I miss you so much that my heart is broken.
(2)
You left, taking my sadness with you; you left my sight, taking my tears with you. In the dead of night, when I think of your care and concern for me, your compassion and friendship for me, my heart tightens and aches. Ask yourself? Did I do something wrong? Why does God punish me like this? Let you leave me.
Staring out the window, I really want to step onto the clouds and watch you walk towards a world of blooming flowers. Suddenly looking back, I hope to see your beautiful silhouette dancing with the soft moonlight. The mountains and rivers on the strings of the piano gurgling through the sea of ????your and my hearts, and the warm whispers whisper softly in the ears.
I really like when you call my name softly, I really like your sweet address, and I feel so lucky to be sitting alone and enjoying the beauty you give me. Every word you say brings me comfort. Even your laughter and scolding are so kind. Dear friend, long time no see, how are you?
The golden years have aged my appearance, but my longing for you cannot go away. Looking back at the past, I suddenly wanted to see the rainbow after the rain in the old days. That beautiful sunset reflects the light of friendship on the horizon. Wherever the smoke and clouds are confusing, there is always your gentle afterglow shining warmly on my faint melancholy.
The true feelings of yesterday and the sad memories of the past and present are held together in the palm of my hand, trying to embed them in my thoughts and retain the past years. I didn't want to cry, but I can't forget your compassion and love. The emotion of tears fills the mind. Has the love withered on the other side of the subconscious?
The flowers fall in my dream, and I am tired of the bright season. A deep farewell buries the ups and downs of your dreams. Under the ancient locust tree, I felt confused and asked the sky? Whose fault? Whose fault? Is the only way to escape from the vicissitudes of friendship? You said, let me forget you. I am speechless. Indeed, I have no reason to demand that you exist forever.
The world is changing rapidly, with joys and sorrows happening every moment. Our story is just a drop in the ocean. But I only hope that your escape is short-lived. I will stand alone in the wind, waiting for your return.
In the bleak place with clouds and mist, ink rain is flying; a pair of eyes full of sadness are shining with nostalgia.
A one-word untitled poem about sadness. Vaguely remember, lingering and Jun Ci. The falling leaves cause sadness again, and the cooling flowers are melancholy in the rain clouds.
Flying swords dance, worries pouring all over the ground. Sad to leave, no time to meet. Holding wine and sighing at the three rivers, lying alone and drunk in the willows blowing in the wind.
(3)
The angel fell into the abyss of sadness and froze all his hopes. I always pursue the most perfect love. When I met you in the vast sea of ??people, at that moment, I was destined that you were my only one and my favorite. The smile in the clouds lifted the clouds in my heart. Looking back while leaning on the railing will eventually win your lifelong love.
The flowers fell in the siege, the wind gently passed between my eyebrows, and I felt a little helpless in my heart. If love lasts forever, will it last forever? But I miss you all the time. The suppressed emotions are like huge waves rushing out. Who can resist this rolling torrent?
Liu Mo was filled with hatred and had no intention of playing with the strings. Love is like a fragrant grass that fills the deepest dreams.
The sound of residual rain hitting the lotus curtains startled the smoke and clouds. The helpless ending kills the longing in an instant. I ask the sky, whose fault is it? I miss the prosperity, the emerald green fades away, and the screen window is desolate for half a month. The east wind carries rain all over the ground, hurting everything and breaking the soul for a season.
It was a deep night, and the window outside Wutong Tower was mottled. Lying on the sick bed, hugged by the quilt, listening to the sound of the evening wind alone. If you want to exchange melancholy for intoxication, your shadow will doubt you. Unfortunately, dream time has become an illusion. Tears fell on the lonely pillow, moistening the eyes and locking the eyebrows. In summer, my heart is chilling, my dreams are cold and my hair is blooming, and my resentful songs are filled with smoke.
The sun sets at dusk, and the sunset glows with sadness. Climb high and look, where are you? Flying flowers make love, who will be hurt by leaning on the west tower? Lovesickness hurts, lovesickness hurts; I miss you every day and don’t see you, and the yellow flowers are thin in the sky. The clouds are vague and the water is vast, and the sea and sky are the same color. The soul of Guanshan has long dreams, and all the words in the poems are full of sadness.
The shadows of the flowers are chaotic, and the icy moon sings alone. A sincere heart filled with yearning for a season, which made Du Yu cry. The haggard face is among the lazy colorful clouds. Doubtful about the dream, when to return to the sail, Xiaoxiang plays the piano and hears it. It's hard to resist the high-pitched crack and the strings collapse instantly. In the startling mountain sky, a wisp of light sorrow appears on the brow, and the willow leaves are broken off to express sorrow.
With eyes filled with emotion, who are you obsessed with? Infatuated, who do you love deeply? The sad tears are like tides, whose beauty has been annihilated? The clouds are silent and the rain is silent, listening to whoever is playing is speechless and lonely. Can you still pick up the broken lovesickness? The scratched helplessness covered the blue sky, a sad ending.
I just hope you still miss my soft lips, I just hope you are still waiting on the other side of the sea, I just hope you still have sweet dreams, I just hope you are still gazing affectionately on the other side. You know that there is my melancholy in the sunshine, you know that there is my sadness in the sunset, you know that the long night has my loneliness, you know that the flute has my sad sound.
There are sparse shadows in the bamboo forest on the street. A sigh that echoed in the sound of nature, long and long.
(4)
When there is heat, there will be fire in July. That lonely cold wind came from the top of the distant mountain, breaking through the fog and locking the years. The lingering light illuminates the small building alone, and the lingering sound of sadness lingers on the ruler. May I ask who Gu Ying is writing for? A piece of sighing on the clear road. Luo Shen's songs of resentment are flowing, and the poems are flowing brilliantly. The sad words and poems cover the scrolls with long sighs.
The blood of loneliness melts into the blood-like sunset on the horizon. Is that dancing butterfly the embodiment of your soul, covering me from the dazzling bright red. The loneliness he carried with him covered his sad face, leaving only a pair of blank eyes, shooting out a series of long question marks in a daze.
Loneliness follows you like a shadow, and desolation is like a song. The moist comfort is beautiful, ethereal and blurry, like seeing flowers in the mist. Through the small window under the moonlight, I calmly confide, and you listen with heart-wrenching cries. The thin and thin blade walked on the skin, leaving clear lines. It looks like the white branches in winter, bare and without any trace of green. There is always a cold feeling.
For a while, the sharp blade stopped at the door of the artery, wanting to break through the door with all its strength. A sudden ray of sunlight shines back on the cold blade, reflecting your resentful, sad and heartache eyes. The blood all over his body solidified and froze, awakening his cold heart. At that moment, I suddenly understood the thousands-year-old cry of being besieged on all sides: "What if I can do nothing?" The sadness of ancient times.
Under the double shadow, the smoke and clouds were marked with sentimentality. The gloomy face has the outline of vicissitudes of life, and the breath in the arms is so sad. The lonely heart is suffering, and the plot of fear that is about to come out rises and falls, performing successive chapters.
How many times have I asked myself, when will the end of the pause come to an end? In the distance, there came the miserable chanting, the sad song of autumn wind and rain. Thousands of years of melancholy interpret the ancient lamentation, echoing on the top of loneliness. The lingering sound is faint.
(5)
Listen to your sadness and gaze at your tears. My heart felt like a knife, it hurt so much. You, wandering on the edge of emotional responsibility. He picked up the helpless cup of bitter wine and put it into his lips and throat bit by bit. The sun sets in the west, bringing back long-lasting memories. The sorrow and pain of the past have wetted your beautiful eyes. I really want to gently wipe away your tears and hold your face tenderly. Put your head on my chest and listen to my love.
Baby, don’t be sad. Say goodbye to your old dream where the bones are still cold, bid farewell to the melancholy, and usher in the warmth of spring. Please allow me beautiful time and give you happy years. Fingertips the window of time, listening to the rain of bananas. A roll of fragrant fragrance is displayed as the background, and the emotion of ink and wash exaggerates the life mural. Searching for a lifetime, I am the mist in your mountains, the tenderness that envelopes you thousands of times.
The night touches your sadness; it hurts my heart. The rose in front of me exudes a tear-jerking fragrance, and our stamens are stranded in the stamens. A curtain of deep dreams is filled with light smoke curling up, and the fleeting life is accompanied by bright red and haggard. Look up at the vast stars, light a stick of incense, and pay homage to those sad golden years. Bury that corner, that feeling, that scene deeply.
The light blue under the lamp, the sadness pouring out, is full of phoenix strings pulling for you. On the silver zither pillar, the heart aches and sings in sadness. It's cold in early autumn, hanging in the window of lovesickness. A bright shooting star in the night quietly passed in front of my eyes, with a fleeting light. What does it indicate? Are you also feeling helpless about our lovesickness? Are you heartbroken by our poignancy?
The wind said, what’s wrong with the fleeting years? Yu said, you are in the dimly lit place. I said, I feel sad for you and feel your pain. Thousands of threads in my heart support a small boat; I dock under the broken bridge and stand watch forever. The flowers on the spring river and the moonlit night are just for the dance to bring out that peerless artistic conception, and the thunder in the dry weather defeated the siege city of many generations. Acacia is like a song, and thoughts are like water. Momo Xianchen, I am persistent and infatuated with you.
On the other side, I am sad for you; my heart aches for you. Touching the youth, the sun is broken all over the place.