Poetry about depression 1. What poems describe depression?
1, no words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset.
4, few confidants, who listens to broken strings.
5, night dream suddenly home, Xiao Xuan window, is dressing up.
6. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
7. The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.
8. It's parting if you don't stop cutting. Don't have a taste in my heart.
9. There is no flame in the residual lamp. I heard that you have fallen into Jiujiang this evening.
10, you people from my old country, tell me what happened there! It's plum blossom. When you pass my silk window, Han Mei is carrying flowers-Don Wang Wei >
1 1. Where is my hometown? I forgot, unless I was drunk-Song Liqing's "Bodhisattva Crossing the River".
12, through the mist that unites five rivers. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place.
13, what does it taste like to twist the word autumn heart into ash? What's it like to lie down and watch the piano score, but for whom?
14, I'm not famous, I'm not married, and I may not be as good as others.
15, no words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears.
2. Sentences about depression
1, we have never been really strong, only learned to pretend in front of others.
When you can no longer have what you have, the only thing you can do is not to forget yourself.
In fact, I have always believed that I don't need to think about anything at all, because I have never forgotten it.
4. What steps did you love wrong from friends to ex-boyfriends?
After being together for so long, your love is just talk.
6, not in a city, if you are worried about my wave, I will cut off my long hair, and I will tattoo your name on my body, lest you think I am not firm enough. I will wait for you to come back.
7. A girl couldn't see who was sincere and who was hypocritical, so she pushed everyone away.
8. When I miss you, I will look at the sky, but I am shocked.
9. The saddest thing in the world is that the person you love deeply falls in love with another person with the same reputation.
10, dear, I have no courage. I don't have enough courage to make you love me.
1 1, I forget which year, which month and which day, on which wall I carved a Zhang Wei, smiling sadly and staring at my face.
12, time, let the deep things sink deeper and deeper, let the shallow things sink deeper and deeper.
13, men are good at discovering the advantages of other people's wives, and women are good at discovering the advantages of their husbands.
14, you seem to be isolated from everyone, but you isolate me from the ice.
15, the good memories you brought me can only be memories. After all, yesterday's sun can't dry today's clothes.
3. Poetry describing depression
Immortality, curtain rolling west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers-Song Li Qingzhao >
Why should a strong brother complain about willow? Spring breeze is not about Yumen Pass-Don Wang Zhihuan >
People standing quietly on the city bridge don't know, but they can stare like a bright moon for a long time-Qing. Huang Zhongze >
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily-Don Du Fu. Ditto.
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. They fell in love with the floor and emphasized their sorrow for adding new words.
There will be no meeting when you are sad, and you will always be sad when you have nothing to do with your feelings.
Dream of Yangzhou for ten years, and win the fame of a brothel-Tang Du Mu >
Tao Tao enjoys it-Don Yang Jiong >
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sorrow will last forever-Don Bai Juyi >
The past is empty, still like a dream. -Li Yu's "Midnight Song * How Can You Avoid the Sorrow and Hate of Life"
How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward-Nantang. Li Yu >
If you don't see each other when you meet, love will be ruthless. -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"
Acacia says acacia, and Shiro hates Mandy. -Republic of China; liang qichao
The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. Zhang sheng < Chichitose >
Looking for it, it is lonely, sad and painful-Song Liqingzhao >
Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? . -Don; Li Shangyin's Untitled
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
People naturally grow up and hate water growing in the east-Nantang. Li Yu >
4. Melancholy poems
-Li Bai's poem of autumn wind, the intestine has been broken, tears can't be collected, and acacia has returned to Xiaohonglou.
I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time. Jathyapple Loutai, Chou-heung Courtyard, people come and go cheerfully.
Who is sad when autumn comes? Song Yu was so sad! Divide cups and plates, sing and dance at leisure, and ask him what's so sad about? It's also sad to think about it. It's rainy and windy on the Double Ninth Festival. At the end of spring, Baochai parted, Taoyedu crossed and Nanpu Ada was dark.
I'm afraid of climbing up high-rise buildings. It's windy and rainy for nine days in ten days. The heartbreaking patch is about to be washed away, and no one cares. Who will call prostitutes to stop? Look at the temple.
Try to count the flowers in the psychological period. Luo Zhang's lamp is faint, sobbing in his dream: it is his spring that brings sadness. Where does it lead? But I don't understand, I'm going home! Expose the waste pool willow with a cigarette fan, and wash it in the rain to dry.
Like the spring breeze, wash and dry the rain. Take off your pants and go home quickly. I hate thousands of feelings.
Hate thousands of feelings, each boring and singing. The mulberry pickers had to stop asking questions and live alone in a dangerous house.
Relying on a dangerous building alone, I don't believe there are other troubles in the world. It's time for you to go to bed. You can go back to rest.
You can return it and say that you will settle accounts with Xifeng. Tell the wine booth.
Look at Yuan Ming, a handsome figure, Wolong Zhuge. Where does the magpie fly? Step on the soft snow.
Break your hat and add more hair. Residual water and mountains have no attitude, and thin and mature become romantic.
Two or three geese are also bleak. Beautiful women pay more attention to dating than farewell.
Qingjiang River is frozen in cold weather, and the water depth is frozen. A broken road wheel has four corners where pedestrians pin their bones.
Ask who makes you sad? It is wrong to cast today's homesickness, and it is expected to be very hard at first. Long night flute, no blowing.
5. Poems describing melancholy
1, tearful eyes asked flowers for silence, and flew over the swing with red.
2. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
3, the wind has lived in the dust fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
4, Mo Dao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
6. The belt is getting wider and wider. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
7, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.
8. Holding hands and looking at tears, I sobbed silently, thinking and thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, the twilight is heavy.
9. Lonely boudoir, gentle heart and sadness. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
10, how much sadness can there be, just like a river flowing eastward.
1 1 But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to drown our sorrows, even though we use swords.
12, I heard that Shuangxi is not bad in spring, and I plan to do canoeing. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
13, three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him, it's late in the wind? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
14, white hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
15, if life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?
16, a teacher reveals his real name, which is almost the same for thousands of years.
17, if two feelings last for a long time, it is still a matter of time.
18, speechless and alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree is locked in the deep courtyard.
19, I have long compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon clears the canal.
20. Yellow flowers are everywhere. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
6. Poems about depression
Qingshan wants to talk down-to-earth, with thousands of troops.
The misty rain is low, I hope not to come. People always worry when they talk on their heads.
Sha Ou clapped his hands and laughed with a sad face. In the evening, Western jackdaw in the west is sad, and Liutang is green but gentle.
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. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. -Li Qingzhao's "A Piece of Plum" red crisp hand, Huang Teng wine, spring willow in the city.
Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. -Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix" The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the leaves are still scattered, and the western Western jackdaw is surprised, and the lovesickness will know when to meet. At this point, the night is awkward.
-Li Bai's poem of autumn wind, the intestine has been broken, tears can't be collected, and acacia has returned to Xiaohonglou. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.
Jathyapple Loutai, Chou-heung Courtyard, people come and go cheerfully. Who is sad when autumn comes? Song Yu was so sad! Divide cups and plates, sing and dance at leisure, and ask him what's so sad about? It's also sad to think about it. It's rainy and windy on the Double Ninth Festival.
At the end of spring, Baochai parted, Taoyedu crossed and Nanpu Ada was dark. I'm afraid of climbing up high-rise buildings. It's windy and rainy for nine days in ten days.
The heartbreaking patch is about to be washed away, and no one cares. Who will call prostitutes to stop? Look at the temple. Try to count the flowers in the psychological period.
Luo Zhang's lamp is faint, sobbing in his dream: it is his spring that brings sadness. Where does it lead? But I don't understand, I'm going home! Expose the waste pool willow with a cigarette fan, and wash it in the rain to dry. Like the spring breeze, wash and dry the rain.
Take off your pants and go home quickly. I hate thousands of feelings. Hate thousands of feelings, each boring and singing.
The mulberry pickers had to stop asking questions and live alone in a dangerous house. Relying on a dangerous building alone, I don't believe there are other troubles in the world.
It's time for you to go to bed. You can go back to rest. You can return it and say that you will settle accounts with Xifeng.
Tell the wine booth. Look at Yuan Ming, a handsome figure, Wolong Zhuge.
Where does the magpie fly? Step on the soft snow. Break your hat and add more hair.
Residual water and mountains have no attitude, and thin and mature become romantic. Two or three geese are also bleak.
Beautiful women pay more attention to dating than farewell. Qingjiang River is frozen in cold weather, and the water depth is frozen.
A broken road wheel has four corners where pedestrians pin their bones. Ask who makes you sad? It is wrong to cast today's homesickness, and it is expected to be very hard at first.
Long night flute, don't play! Qin Guan's: to reduce the old hatred of magnolia in the world, lonely people don't ask. I want to see the ileum, but I can't smell the small seal of the golden stove. If the moth grows very long, you can't let the spring breeze blow. If you are trapped in a dangerous building, you can't worry about the word Hong Fei. Huanxisha is lonely and cold, so you can go to the small building. "Little Silver Rogue" is like a poor autumn, and the light smoke and flowing water are quiet. Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and small silver hooks hang curtains.
7. Sentences describing depression
1. In melancholy, I feel the author's heartache and experience. I also have a dull pain in my heart, as if I had a similar experience and similar pain. They use words to express their sadness and pain, and also use words to carry their sadness and experience.
Sometimes, you love someone very much, but that's just your own business, just like a one-man show. In the end, the most touching person is himself. However, what does it matter? Didn't you choose it yourself? You have chosen, no matter how hard, tired and painful you are, you are not qualified to say regret.
3. When the wind blows, the wicker is placed with the wind, without any support, and there is no fixed point on the left and right, which is messy. The anger of the wind has no place, and the empty shell without soul is being ravaged by the wind.
4. I always like people with a faint melancholy temperament, like their eyes and their faces. The words written by these people are also faint and melancholy, telling their stories and their melancholy.
8. Sentimental and melancholy poems
You asked the right person this question. Xing er is good at this word. If you don't understand anything, ask Xinger!
Xin Qiji's words:
Qingshan wants to talk down-to-earth, with thousands of troops. The misty rain is low, I hope not to come.
People always worry when they talk on their heads. Sha Ou clapped his hands and laughed with a sad face.
In the evening, Western jackdaw in the west is sad, and Liutang is green but gentle. 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.
Heartbroken, tears are hard to collect, and acacia belongs to xiaohonglou. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.
Jathyapple Loutai, Chou-heung Courtyard, people come and go cheerfully. Who is sad when autumn comes? Song Yu was so sad!
Divide cups and plates, sing and dance at leisure, and ask him what's so sad about? It's also sad to think about it. It's rainy and windy on the Double Ninth Festival.
At the end of spring, Baochai parted, Taoyedu crossed and Nanpu Ada was dark. I'm afraid of climbing up high-rise buildings. It's windy and rainy for nine days in ten days.
The heartbreaking patch is about to be washed away, and no one cares. Who will call prostitutes to stop?
Look at the temple. Try to count the flowers in the psychological period.
Luo Zhang's lamp is faint, sobbing in his dream: it is his spring that brings sadness. Where does it lead? But I don't understand, I'm going home!
Expose the waste pool willow with a cigarette fan, and wash it in the rain to dry. Like the spring breeze, wash and dry the rain.
Take off your pants and go home quickly. I hate thousands of feelings. Hate thousands of feelings, each boring and singing.
The mulberry pickers had to stop asking questions and live alone in a dangerous house. Relying on a dangerous building alone, I don't believe there are other troubles in the world.
It's time for you to go to bed. You can go back to rest. You can return it and say that you will settle accounts with Xifeng.
Tell the wine booth. Look at Yuan Ming, a handsome figure, Wolong Zhuge. Where does the magpie fly? Step on the soft snow.
Break your hat and add more hair. Residual water and mountains have no attitude, and thin and mature become romantic. Two or three geese are also bleak.
Beautiful women pay more attention to dating than farewell. Qingjiang River is frozen in cold weather, and the water depth is frozen. A broken road wheel has four corners where pedestrians pin their bones.
Ask who makes you sad? It is wrong to cast today's homesickness, and it is expected to be very hard at first. Long night flute, don't play!
Qin Guan's:
Subtract Mulan
Tianya hates old people, but lonely people don't ask. If you want to see the ileum, you will break the golden incense.
The moth got longer, but the spring breeze didn't appear. I'm trapped in a dangerous building and I'm worried about flying.
Huanxisha
The desert is colder than the small building, the hooligans are like poor autumn, and the screen is quiet and light.
Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and small silver hooks hang curtains.
Tasha shop
The fog is gone, the moon is gone, and Taoyuan is nowhere to be found.
Plum blossoms are sent with the post, and fish are scattered. This hatred has no weight. Chen Qiang is lucky to visit Chen Shan. Who will go to Xiaoxiang?
Su Shi's:
Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi remembers the dream of the 20th day of the first month.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
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9. Who can find me some poems about melancholy?
I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever. Han; Zhuo Wenjun's "White-headed Song" is sunny in the east and rainy in the west. Tang; Liu Yuxi won the competition of Zhuzhici, why didn't he resign? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy. Tang; Lu's "ancient meaning Chang 'an" used to be difficult for water, 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. Tang; Yuan Zhen's "Leaving Thoughts" was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Tang; Li Shangyin's Untitled Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing. Tang; Li Bai's poem of three sentences, five sentences and seven words says that we want to fly in the sky, two birds grow together on the ground with one wing, and two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever! Tang; Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow Although my body doesn't have Cai Feng-like wings, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. Tang; Li Shangyin's Untitled is affectionate but always ruthless, but he feels that he can't laugh before he dies. The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning. Tang; Du Mu's Farewell, even this bright flame of love, is there only ashes? . Tang; Li Shangyin's Untitled Moon is cold in autumn wind. Will an old friend come tonight? Teach people to stand up and face the shadow of phoenix tree. Lv Dongbin's "Wutongying" is affectionate only in the spring, leaving people with pity. Zhang Qin's departure, people, a moment that should last forever, had come and gone before I knew it. Jinse by Li Shangyin When those red berries come in spring, they wash your branches in the south. May you bear more pain as a symbol of our love. Wang Wei's Acacia tells me that I know very well that this kind of love that does not hinder melancholy is fruitless. A branch of Li Shangyin's Untitled is fragrant and heartbroken in vain. Li Bai's Qing Ping Er Diao knows what I mean, and I feel sorry for you. This situation needs to be asked. Li Yu's "More Leaking Golden Bird" has become empty, just like a dream. Li Yu's "Midnight Song * How can I avoid the sadness and hate of life" is full of laughter and infinite emotion. Li Yu's "bodhisattva heart" is getting wider and wider, and he never regrets it, which makes people languish for Iraq. Song; Liu Yong's "Feng Tongqi" is heartless, not sentimental or bitter, and an inch is still inextricably linked. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind of the soul is infinitely long, and there is no time. ""On the moon, the jade floor is in spring, and the willow is in the end, and people are about after dusk. Zhu's Hawthorn meets each other, but it seems heartless. Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon" is not old, and its heart is like a double screen, in which Qian Qian is tied. Zhang Sheng looked for him in the crowd and suddenly turned around, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. If Xin Qiji's "Qingyun Case * Yuanxi" has a long relationship, are they still in court? Qin Guan's Magpie Bridge is tender as water, and its ceremony is like a dream. Qin Guan's "Queqiao" will not miss you all his life, but will miss you and miss you. Xu Yuanzaisi's Yuequ * Chun Qing has been full of love and hate since ancient times, and it is the easiest to wake up from a good dream. Clear; Shi Qing's The Story of the Lost Stream is not attractive, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Huang Ming's "Hangzhou Folk Poetry Collection" is full of acacia red beans and spring flowers are full of paintings. Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions said that under the acacia tree, Silang hated Xiaomin. Republic of China; Liang Qichao's Ci of Zhi Zhu, Taiwan Province Province, after much consideration, would rather miss it. Hu Shi has been infatuated since ancient times, and this hatred has nothing to do with romantic affairs. Song; Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House"
10. Looking for ancient poems about depression
Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring Breeze" is full of dust and fragrance, and she is tired of combing her hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.
I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried. Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. The voice is searching slowly, cold and desolate, sad and miserable.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence! It's heartbreaking that Li Yu is so happy that he doesn't come to the spring half. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.
Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back.
In the past 40 years, the country has been home, and the mountains and rivers are three thousand miles. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi.
I've known him several times. Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time.
The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and the teaching workshop is still playing a farewell song. Tears for Gong E.
The wind in Yu Meiren has returned to the yard, and the willow eye continues. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon.
The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow.
In the dark night, the flowers in the forest withered in spring. They were in a hurry, but they had no choice but to come to the cold rain and the evening breeze. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.
Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. Sand waves make the rain outside the curtain gurgle and the spring fades away.
Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Yan butterfly lovers dreamed of the misty water in the south of the Yangtze River, and went all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, but no one was seen. When they sleep, they are lost in ecstasy, but they are disappointed and lost in ecstasy. If they want to make full use of this love letter, they will get nothing in the end, but they will be heartbroken and break the Qin Zheng column. Butterfly lovers was drunk and couldn't remember the West Building. We had a good reunion. It's really easy to get together and leave the moon. The night is cold and empty, crying for others. Partridges are drunk, patting the spring shirt and cherishing the old fragrance, and the sky will be far from annoying. Autumn grass grows older on strangers, and the sunset falls in the building every day. Clouds and mist surround the water, and the journey of recruiting people is long. Acacia has no words, so don't bother to shed tears on stationery. Life inspectors have a long dream, but fish and geese have almost no sound and dust. Poor temple. Love and hate are not as good as people. There are several plays being staged in a spring, but Qiu Lai's books are even rarer. Phoenix cold, lonely pillow, worried about wine. Even if you have a dream, it will become empty, just like a dream. Chun Qing, a beautiful girl in Nalan, saw a thin pear flower and scattered fragments. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.
Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.
The blue wet funeral has been infinitely sad recently. Who has a long talk? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love. Nan Xiangzi wept for the dead woman, but she was silent. She only regrets the past and saves her knowledge by Dan Qing.
Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad.
Don't be too specific Wake up early in the middle of the night.
Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.
I felt this hatred when the dead woman died. Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers.
I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless.
Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it.
If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on.
I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. When it's over, he'll know himself.
I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti.
Qingping is sad and anxious, and Huanghuajie is desolate. In the dream, the anvil sound is muddy, more chaotic and more sad.
Dust gives birth to swallows, but the bed keeps strings. The wind is like a waning moon, but now it is worrying.
Spread out the wind that breaks the happy sand, and the residue has turned into a flat, and the mud lotus is just a thousand lotus roots; Be careful not to burn a clove of incense and remember the past life. People feel sentimental and thin, and now they really regret it; Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.
Happy Shawan Liyinshan Bay Lisa, who will frost the temples? Over the years, half of them are at the end of the world.
Soul dreams cannot be separated from the golden bow, and you can see the jade crow fork in the painting. Poor thing, lose a penny.