Helpless joys and sorrows, the world of mortals is warm and cold, both confused and inevitable.
The cold wind is chilly, the fingertips are cold, and heaven and earth are alone. I don't know what to say.
I always write down complicated words to pay homage to the mottled fleeting time of the past.
The crows on the cold branches croak tactfully.
I don't know when tears stained my clothes.
-written in the preface.
It is unknown how many cycles life has experienced. Lonely thoughts are vast, and I am alone.
There is no boundary between love and hate, and I have never written it into my heart. I lost my eyes when it snowed.
Beautiful words, describing the feeling of not becoming a monk; A messy mood can't cover up the scattered love.
The eyebrows are bent on the moon, and the bronze mirror can't pull back your face; As thin as a cicada's quiver, falling red shattered the years and provoked dust.
Cool thin rejoiced and fell in love silently. Even if the scenery is picturesque, it can't compare with that beauty's little smile.
Who will give you the most beautiful peach blossom, give you a lifetime commitment, accompany you to see a hundred flowers blossom and accompany you through ups and downs?
Graceful and beautiful image, surprised eyes. Let you warm your life, how can the scorching sun compare?
The coolness is gone. Give me a shawl. Don't be cold and astringent, it will look haggard.
Hongfeng is a tree, withered and withered. Dance for the rest of my life. I never take up your time.
Hair turned into beautiful hair, scattered on the chest. If your skin is not the same as before, who will lighten your hair with rouge and makeup?
Purple butterflies turn into smoke, which makes you deeply immersed in memories. You stand on the railing and watch the red dust stretch.
Candle flowers will swing alone and enter your dead sea. You withered the winter snow in Ling Hua and got drunk.
Boil a pot of acacia, drink a lamp to leave sorrow, and get drunk before we meet. Looking back, you and I will talk about Sangtian.
On the stone bridge under the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, you walked alone on the bridge, I held a paper umbrella for you, and you made me flatter Zhan Yan. It's misty and rainy, and two people have an umbrella.