Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.
I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time?
Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out!
The moon is full of flowers, and the most bitter thing in life is to leave.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Declining orchid bid farewell to Fujian on Xianyang Road. If there is love in the sky, it will be old.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away.
I once said goodbye to Beauty Bridge, but I wish I could never hear from you again.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.
Snow used to be like flowers, but now it is like snow.
Meeting drunk is the leading edge, where the wind and rain are shaky.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
We shared the flowers last year, and it has been in bloom for a year now.
When you get older, your feelings will decrease, and you will be afraid of drinking and celebrating the New Year.
Don't be sad to leave, be happy to meet new people and love children from ancient times to modern times.
Whoever is drunk wakes up, I still can't bear to leave lightly.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
Wan Li fame, sorrow in a cup.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving.
I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been half-dead recently.
Don't wake up when you are drunk. Spring dreams and autumn clouds are easy to gather and disperse.
Loneliness and sadness, but also self-dispatch, self-control sadness.
It happens every year to get together and leave in a hurry.
What's more, things are different, and eventually they meet.
I hate that you are not like the moon on the river. No matter people wander north and south, the moon is not separated from people.
A husband won't cry or leave the room.
Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.
The grass doesn't grow green in spring, and my sideburns have turned silver, aging too fast. We leave for too long, and slowly all the pain will be forgotten by time.
The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu.
I have always been young and limited. Waiting to leave is easy to be ecstatic. Don't speak frequently at banquets and songs.
No one was there at that time, and the water is still cold today.
Since leaving, spring has passed halfway, and the scenery in my eyes has swept to a broken heart.
The opportunity to meet each other is so rare, but it is a pity that it should not be so easy to separate. Last year's pear blossoms were as white as snow, and more spring will be built.
Love, no matter how long you leave. Love always comes when we meet.
Spring grass will grow green next year, my friend, will you come back?
Willow branches are broken and flowers are flying. Will pedestrians come back?
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter.
Heaven and short karma are often easy to gather and disperse.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
Jiang Nanchun was completely heartbroken, and Pingman Tingzhou people did not return.
When I think of goodbye, I will walk out in tears.
The cold rain entered Wu day and night, and it was lonely to see Fujian.
So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer. When I need you, ride to you, great mountain.