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"Keeping a wife" married Wu and fell in love with each other. Have fun tonight. This is a good time. What is the night when recruiters look into the distance? There are no more participants. Quit your job from now on. On the battlefield, long time no see. Shake hands with a sigh and tears will make a living. Try to love Chunhua, and don't forget when you are happy. Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc. Han Zhuo Wenjun is as beautiful as a mountain and as bright as the moon between the clouds. I heard that you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you. Today's fighting party, tomorrow's ditch head. I moved my feet slowly along the edge of the road, and my past life flowed like water in a ditch, never returning. When I decided to take the king away from home, I didn't cry like an ordinary girl. I hope to be United as one, and never leave each other. The love of men and women is as light and soft as a fishing rod, and the fish is as lovely as a living wave. Men should attach importance to friendship, and there is no money to compensate for the loss of sincere love. Red beans, Tang Wangwei, when those red berries come in spring, wash your southern branches? People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. "Two Birds on the Pool" lives on the green pool and flies back at dusk. The days between concentric lotus leaves will be busier. In Yuan's Li Si (I), in the self-love makeup mirror, the ring hairpin is full of green silk, and a piece of red wants to melt in an instant. Yuan Zhen's Congsi (below) Mountain spring flows around the street, and thousands of trees and peach blossoms reflect the small building. I can't get up when reading a book, and comb my hair under the crystal curtain. Yuan Zhen's Congsi (I) is full of new ideas, which makes the yarn soft and dusty. At first, the materials were not too weak, and some of them were the best. Yuan Zhen's "Li Si (Part IV)" was once a water disaster, and it will always be amber. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. Yuan Zhen's "Li Si (Part V)" is full of flowers, preferring pears and whites. Nowadays, there are two or three trees at the river head, and the leaves are pitiful. Xue Tao's poem "Shi Li Shi" has been harassing Zhumen for four or five years, and its hair is full of pity for its master. Take a bite of your bosom friend and don't sleep on the HongLing ball. The more you leave the pen, the more you confess, and the flowers are scattered on red paper. All fate is exhausted with a long front, and it is not allowed to be in the hands of Xi. The horse came out of the stable with red hair and light blue hooves, and the wind has been chasing things in Japan. In order to surprise her husband, Hua Xuan shouldn't even be booed. The parrot left the cage in Longxi and flew to Brocade alone. It's inconvenient to talk, so we can't call people in cages anymore. Yan leaves the nest, goes in and out of the doors without forbearance, and the master often loves to make friends. Mud and dirty coral pillows are not allowed to nest between beams. From the palm of your hand, the beads are bright and clear, connected inside and outside, and the clear light is like a crystal palace. Because of a little shame, fish can't stay in their hands all night. They leave the pool and jump deep into the pool for four or five years, often wagging their tails to make nylon hooks. You can't swim in the clear waves if you break the hibiscus flowers for no reason. Eagle's claws are as sharp as eyes and bells, and catching rabbits in the plain is called high emotion. Without reason, you can't escape Qingyun, and you can't hold the arm of the king. Bamboo leaves the pavilion four or five lines long, often attracting autumn frost. For the sake of bamboo shoots and spring, you are not allowed to build a jade hall. When the mirror leaves Taiwan, the golden mirror opens and lingers in March and May. In order to be blinded by infinite dust, you are not allowed to go to Huatang Yutai. I'm waiting for you, Xu Zhimo. I am waiting for you. I looked at the dark outdoor as if I were looking at the future, and my heart was blinded by my listening. Why haven't you come yet? I hope to allow flowers to bloom every second. I am waiting for your footsteps, your laughter, your face, your soft hair, and everything; I hope every second is passing.-Where are you? I want you to make my heart ache, I want you to smile like a flame, I want your flexible waist and the stars dancing in your hair. I am trapped in an intoxicating atmosphere, like an island, floating and sinking involuntarily between the waves of python green ... Oh, I am eager for your arrival, hoping that a magical haze will open the top of time! Why don't you come? You have a heart! You know, I know you know, it's a fatal blow that you don't come to me, killing Yangchun in my life, teaching the iron-solid darkness in the mine and oppressing my thoughts and breathing; Killing the poor bud of hope turned me into a prisoner, cruel with jealousy and sadness, shame and despair. This may be an illusion. This is an illusion. I believe that I am indeed an idiot; But I can't turn the directional rudder, and the wind and interest of Wanfang don't allow me to hesitate-I can't turn back, fate drives me! I also know that this is mostly the road to destruction, but for you, for you, I am willing to do anything; This is not only my passion, but also my only reason. Idiot! In order to touch a woman's heart, I want to break a fiber of life! Want to win, can win, at most, is a drop of her tears, her cold sneer; But I am willing, even if I pass the news of my death to a stubborn stone, she regards me as a mouse and an ant in the crypt, and I am still willing! Obsessed with the truth is unconditional, and God can't bring back an infatuated heart, just as generals sometimes bring back soldiers who are on the verge of death. In vain, everything is in vain, there is no denying that you will not come, although my heart is burning with a raging fire, longing for everything about you, your hair, your smile, your hands and feet; No wishful thinking and prayer can shorten the distance between you and me by one inch! The twilight outside has condensed into the darkness of night, the branches are covered with ice and snow, and the birds have lost their songs. Silence is the universe in which people wear mourning clothes. The hands on the clock are constantly comparing mysterious gestures, such as pointing, sympathy and ridicule. Every touch sounds like the death knell of one's own heart. For the oak tree, if I love you, I will never show off on your high branches like climbing Campbell; If I love you-I will never repeat monotonous songs for the shade like an spoony bird; It not only brings cool comfort all year round like a fountain; Not only does it increase height and set off dignity like a dangerous peak. Even during the day. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, clinging to underground leaves, touch each other in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like knives, swords and halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and a heroic torch. We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow. Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. This is great love, this is loyalty: love-not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet. In goddess peak, among all kinds of handkerchiefs waving to you, whose hand suddenly retracted and covered her eyes tightly. When people disperse, who is still standing at the stern, whose dress is flying like a raging cloud? Jiang Tao raised his voice and lowered his voice, leaving a beautiful dream, which was passed down from generation to generation. However, can the heart really turn into stone? I have missed the crane looking at the sky countless times. The moonlight by the river and the flood in Ligustrum lucidum are inciting new betrayal. It is better to show off on the cliff for a thousand years than to cry on your lover's shoulder for one night. Dai Wangshu walked alone in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation. She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and like me, she is silently sad, cold, sad and disappointed. She approached silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused. Like a lilac in a dream, this girl drifted by me. She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the crumbling fence and walked through the rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, even her sighing eyes and the melancholy of lilacs. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a lilac knot. 1. Since the ship is doomed to run aground and fester, it may be a necessity for two seagulls to fly in the distance. Vaguely looking for you is your green whistle, but vaguely it is your lovely shadow, and your whistle will never be clear. One day they will disappear forever. Suddenly, a bright light cruelly penetrated the dream, so the dream broke and you lost me. I'm not the same person. I always miss the days when you chewed slowly with green olives in your mouth. Although bitter, there is no lack of sweetness. There are two weeping willows on the shore, one silent and the other silent, but I wrote a warm symphony with silent notes, even though the rivers around me have merged into one. My roots have been deeply touched by ripples. I think as long as we insist on wearing the green clothes of this land, it will not fade. The footsteps of youth are getting closer and closer to us, and our footsteps are about to get farther and farther away from each other. In the face of parting, we won't cry. The young smile tells the memory of the stage: graceful figures are like misty rain in the West Lake, and graceful figures turn the fragrance of Shaoxing wine into mellow fragrance! Friends, let's join hands. Don't let waste turn into regret. Waiting to breed losses. Facing life, love lasts only a hundred years. Friendship lasts forever! ! I once loved you, Pushkin. I once loved you. Love may not be completely dead in my heart. I hope I won't bother you again. I don't want to upset you any more. I once loved you silently and hopelessly. I endure shyness and jealousy. I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly. I hope God bless you. Another person will be like me. I love you, and I want to be a torrent, petofi. I would like to be a torrent, a river between mountains, crossing rugged roads and rocks ... as long as my lover is a small fish, swimming happily in my waves. I would like to be a barren forest, on both sides of the river, bravely fighting against the strong wind … as long as my lover is a bird, chirping on my dense branches. I would like to be a ruin. On the steep rock, this silent destruction does not make me feel depressed ... As long as my lover is the ivy of youth, intimacy will climb up along my desolate forehead. I would like to be a thatched cottage, at the bottom of a deep valley, at the top of a thatched cottage, to be destroyed by wind and rain ... as long as my lover is a lovely flame, it will slowly twinkle happily in my stove. I would like to be a cloud, a broken gray flag, lazily floating in the vast sky ... as long as my lover is a coral sunset glow, next to my pale face, shining brightly. She walked in the beautiful light. George? Gordon? Byron-she walks in beautiful light, like a cloudless night, full of stars; The most beautiful colors of light and shade are presented in her appearance and eyes: the dazzling daytime is just too bright, which is softer and darker than that light. Increasing or decreasing the light and shade will damage this unspeakable beauty. Beauty fluctuates in her dark hair, or sheds a faint light on her face. Quiet thoughts show that it is pure and precious. Oh, that forehead, that bright cheek, so gentle, calm, affectionate, that charming smile, that radiant face all show a kind life: her heart is satisfied with everything in the world, and her heart is full of pure love, but you don't remember that time I borrowed your new car and I hit it. I thought you were going to kill me, but you don't remember that time when I dragged you to the beach and you said it would rain, but it did. I thought you would say I told you, but you don't remember that time I was in your new home. I spit strawberry cake all over the carpet. I thought you would hate me, but you don't remember that time when I flirted with all the men and made you jealous. But don't you remember that once I forgot to tell you that the dance was wearing skirts and you only wore jeans? I thought you would give up on me, but you didn't. Yes, there are many things you didn't do. You tolerated me, loved me and protected me. When you come back from Vietnam, I have many things to repay you, but you don't.