The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of Yi.
Hold your hand and grow old together.
If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
When will we know each other when we miss each other? It's embarrassing to be at this point in the night.
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but it was not clouds except Wushan.
Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing we had met before she was married.
Seeing each other and fighting is like not seeing each other, and being affectionate is like being ruthless.
The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
It’s useless to be longing for lovesickness, but it’s just pure madness to feel melancholy.
Knowing that the love will always be there, I look at the sound of the river at the head of the river.
People tend to be less affectionate and less affectionate, and now they are really not affectionate.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind.
If you don’t know lovesickness in your life, you will love lovesickness, and it will harm lovesickness.
Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking or forgetting, thousands of miles away in a solitary grave, with no place to express desolation.
The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever.
I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a branch in the earth.
Overlapping tear stains and brocade characters, the only thing in life is love that is hard to die.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.
Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of quarrels.
Life is full of love and obsession, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love for you.
The fallen flower man is independent, and the little swift bird flies together.
The sycamore tree, the rain at midnight, does not mean separation and love are suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.
May I be as bright as the stars and the moon, shining brightly every night.
Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked.
Change my heart for yours, and we will know and remember each other deeply.
My heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest.
In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
Acacia is as deep as the ocean, and past events are as far away as the sky.
Can you bear to pay a thousand pounds for a smile? After all, missing each other is not as good as meeting each other.
With tears in her eyes, she asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.
The thin figure looks at herself in the autumn water, you have to pity me and I pity you.
Zhongqing is afraid of lovesickness. Looking forward to the long embankment, the grass is all red. It's so sad that it's moving, it's blue and falling in the yellow spring, it's hard to find two places.
How much leisure time do you have? Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and rain, and plums are yellow and rainy.
There is only the moon in the spring court that is sentimental, just like falling flowers for people who have left.
I rest and lean alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine is like a sad intestine, turning into tears of lovesickness.
I don’t know that my soul has been broken, and there are only dreams accompanying me. No one knows except the moon in the sky.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times. It’s even more embarrassing to miss the Qingqiu Festival.
Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands.
The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance continues like spring water.
The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light shines through Zhuhu at night.
Leaving hatred is like grass in spring, and you can walk farther and still be alive.
Swan geese are in the clouds and fish are in the water. It is difficult to convey this feeling of melancholy.
These are all classic L picks~