Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
Last night, I suddenly came home in my dream. Xiao Xuan was at the window, dressing up, caring for nothing, but tears flowed thousands of times. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
Song of everlasting regret _ Ancient Poetry Network
Author: Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)
The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shocked the whole earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feathers.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.
Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.
A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, 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.
2. Poems describing sad love return pearls with tears in their eyes, when they don't meet and don't marry.
Xiao Lang was a passer-by as soon as Houmen entered the sea.
Nothing is good for a poor couple.
It had come and gone before I knew it, a moment that should last forever.
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is awkward.
Love is always heartless, and you can't laugh if you don't feel it.
Candles have the heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn.
The oblique sunlight casts a lingering light.
Oblique sunshine casts a lingering brilliance;
Broken-hearted Baipingzhou
Growing together on the earth, two branches of a tree. We want to fly in heaven, and two birds use one wing.
When this endless sorrow lasts forever, the earth will last forever and heaven will last forever; One day both will be over.
Since ancient times, beautiful women have been born behind closed doors.
Ten years of life and death are unforgettable without thinking about it.
There is nowhere to talk in the lonely grave.
Even if we meet, we should not know that the dust is covered with frost.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window is dressing up.
Take care of each other without words, only a thousand tears.
It is expected that the annual heartbroken site will be short and loose on a moonlit night.
One kind of lovesickness and two kinds of leisure worries
I can't get rid of this situation, but I frown and go to my heart.
Looking for cold and loneliness, sadness and sadness.
Searched him thousands of times in the crowd.
Looking back suddenly, the man was in the dim light.
Life is born infatuated with love, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance.
I collected this, hehe.
3. Sad Poetry: The Journey of Hairpin Phoenix
Bare hands, rattan wine, spring willow in the city.
The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A cup of sorrow, I haven't seen you for years. No, no, no.
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. Momomo. Li Qingzhao, a piece of plum
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in 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 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. Wulingchun
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my 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 ship can't carry much worry. well
The rain stopped suddenly last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. Asked the shutter man, he said, "Haitang is still there." You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat and thin!
Slow voice
Looking around, lonely and sad. 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 and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. At this time, how can a sad word remind you of Liu Yong (Song)?
Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
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.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Customs are strange, who to talk to.
4. Write an ancient poem with a tragic love ending, with red lips and lonely boudoir.
Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
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.
On Tanabata, Fanghua sang in the grass, and the phoenix tree was shocked, and the ground was full of sorrow. Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times.
You come and I go, don't meet. I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor.
Penny Weaver, this is just separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's windy. On the phoenix stage, I remember playing the flute. I was blown red. I got up and combed my hair.
Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook. I am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything.
New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn. Hugh. If you go back, you can't stay after going to Yangguan for thousands of times.
Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day.
Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then. 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.
5. What ancient poems and sentences describe love till death do us part? 1. Jiangchengzi Mao Yi remembers dreams on the 20th day of the first month.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. 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.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. 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. (heartbreak: heartbreak)
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They have been dead for a lifetime, ten years apart, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.
The unnamed time was long before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated.
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
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.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . (Pengshan Zuo Yi: Penglai)
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The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to part when we break up. Besides, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to close, which makes people feel sad.
Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression.
The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.
3, Yulin Ridge, chilling and wailing
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. 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. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. 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. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? (Good Scene 1: Beautiful Scenes)
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After autumn, cicadas are so sad and in a hurry. Facing the pavilion, it was at night and a sudden rain had just stopped. Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start.
Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat. Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight?
I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn. It's been a long time since I left each other, and people who love each other are no longer together. I think even if we meet fine weather and beautiful scenery, it just seems like nothing. Even if it is full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?
4. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night.
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
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When you ask about the date of return, it's hard to say clearly. It rained cats and dogs all night in Bashan, and the autumn pool was full.
When to go home, * * * cut the candle flowers in the west window and tell them face to face what it's like to rain late.
5. Queqiao Xianyun is very clever.
Song dynasty: Qin Guan
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. (Du Tong: Du)
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
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Thin clouds are changing in the sky, meteors are conveying the sadness of acacia in the sky, and I quietly crossed the distant and boundless galaxy tonight. Tanabata meeting in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples who are together in the world.
* * * v. Acacia, tender as water, short will be like a dream, can't bear to see the magpie bridge road when leaving. As long as two people love each other till death do us part, why do you want to be very much in love?
6. What poems can express "Love is dead"? 1. What kind of stormy waves can bother me? My concubine has an ancient heart. -From the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Jiao's "Fuck a fierce woman" explanation: compare your heart to the water in a dry well, it has no vitality, which means that you are completely dead.
2. My heart is like ash, and my body is like not tying a boat. -Excerpted from the novel The Moon in the Song Dynasty by Chi Hu, a modern poet, shows that comparing the heart to the wood of ashes is definitely lifeless.
Sadness is more terrible than heart death. -from Zhuangzi's "Zhuangzi Tian Zifang" in the Warring States Period, it is explained that the heart is dead. The saddest thing is being slow and insensitive.
4. The earth will last forever, and the sky will last forever; One day, both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever-from the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's "everlasting regret song", it is explained that even if it lasts forever, there will always be an end.
5. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber-from Mencius' Dedicated to the Warring States. Interpretation: People who cross the sea will see other water instead of magnificent water. After seeing the clouds in Wushan, I think the clouds in other places are not worth seeing. I only have eyes for you, and only you can't forget me. Others can't beat you with water, and others can't beat you with mountains. Yours is.
6. Have a heart-to-heart talk with him. Always say something early. -From Ma Zhiyuan, a zaju writer and Sanqu writer in the Yuan Dynasty, "Shouyang Qu Jiao Xin" Commentary: Tell him what is in your heart. Always say that you two broke up. The word "ba" is really sad. You say it's a joke, but do you know I'm afraid?
7. There are not many roads from Pengshan to Bluebird. Listen! -Give me what she said! . -Excerpted from Untitled by Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, it was long before I met her, but it was longer after we parted, indicating that this hope for the end of the messenger did not change the painful situation of "meeting each other late", but it was hopeless and the future was still slim. When the poem is over, the pain and pursuit of the lyric hero will continue.
8. I hope to be a lovebird in heaven and grow up together on the earth, two branches on a tree. -An ancient poem "Song of Eternal Sorrow" by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, explains that the branches of two trees grow together. This kind of tree grows together in the imperial garden of the Forbidden City in Beijing. Branches of two adjacent trees are rare in nature. Why can we grow together? Between the bark and xylem, there is a layer of cells called cambium, which has strong outward and inward division. Cells divide and multiply into many new cells, which will make the trunk thicker. If the trunks of two trees rub against each other in windy weather and polish the bark, when there is no wind, the cambium will be closely connected, and the new cells that proliferate with each other will grow together and become more interdependent.
9. This kind of feeling can be remembered, and you won't know it until you come and go —— An explanation from "Jinse" by Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: After many years, this kind of feeling will come to become memories, which is touching, but it was not cherished at that time.
10. With his bare hands, Huang Teng wine, Liu dongfeng evil, the spring palace wall in the city, a cup of melancholy, several years apart. No, no, no.
Spring is still the same, people are empty, and tears are red. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to entrust the brocade book. Momomo. —— From the Southern Song Dynasty writer Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix", the first part said "with bare hands", and the next part said that the whole word "people are empty and thin" has a rapid rhythm and a sad and nervous voice. Coupled with the words "wrong, wrong, wrong" and "mo, mo, mo", I have sighed twice, which makes people sad and speechless.
7. Love poems that touch the dead. Lu Xueqi, the nine-day fairy, came to earth. How many times have you heard it from the world? White is better than snow and cold. It's hard to help each other. The heart secretly promises death. No one can dance sword in the back hill. Where can I complain about tears and bamboo stains? Cut off the pain of acacia. As a inverse acts, I have no regrets. A person is haggard at the end of the world. I sigh that Snow Girl's sword is sharp, and my mood is sad. The world of mortals has been desolate since ancient times. I am hesitant and heartbroken. I am an amateur. Crazy! Crazy! People won't forget when they wake up. Blue mountains drink and sigh, and the night is frozen and frosty, and the sorrow is longer. The sword goes through the setting sun and sings wildly. Cool! Cool! Cool! The moon in Lu Xueqi is full of frost and soul, but now I just want to meet each other.
The bamboo forest is dark and windy, and the lonely cliff is covered with snow. I know I have a heart for you, so I don't want to be afraid of disobeying my teacher.
What floor is Jun on? Untitled Baguio Kyushu Yin Lingqi sings, and the gods and demons yearn for it. It is painful to give my blood to God.
Three lives and seven lives only miss you. What's wrong with being stuck in Yamaraja forever? When you are sad because of your feelings, you will not regret your infatuation even if you die.
Baguio, the operator, is cool and arrogant, and its ringtone is eternal. Blood insight into the truth, only with you all my life.
Ten years in the ice room, I don't regret it There is only infatuation and resentment between heaven and earth, and the fairy proves the true gentleman.
The dead Hua Lian Espuio is also real and illusory. Looking at the bottom of the well, there are many people's hearts. Good and evil stand forever, and dare to go against the sky for Iraq.
Who can ask immediately with a horizontal stick? Ten years of memories, let memories become memories. I beg to be alone in your boudoir, but I don't care if Bodhi provokes dust particles! Baguio jade dress and green skirt, deep in the nether world, I remember my loved ones.
Death, suffering, blood hole, black bamboo forest of heaven and earth. I would like to miss you, but please be safe.
After the sad flowers flew, the bell rang until now. Tian Linger is full of talent and energy, and her charming daughter is flying.
The face is full of love and flowers, and the smile carries the fragrance of spring. Cool spheres are connected harmoniously, amber Zhu Ling and Yuanyang.
Like the joy of water and time, I didn't care about the red waves at that time. Operator Tian Linger Zhu Ling wrapped around her waist, and the faucet warmed her heart.
If you decide to settle on Hongqiao, do you know the words of resentment? I have no intention of preaching Buddhism, but I am affectionate. Childhood friends broke up in discord, goodbye. Huanxisha Xiaobai looked back, talking and laughing. Someone who has been studying hard for years. Think for a long time. Dreaming of Jinjiazhai in the drizzle. Thinking about the mysterious altar of fire. Looking back on the past, I hated it so much that I burst into tears. Why don't the little white fox face the World Bank clearly?
Make new friends in the valley of incense burning, and remember old feelings by the mysterious altar of fire. After drinking for a hundred years, Wan Li's dream returned to midnight.
I don't laugh when I sleep. I must be debt-free and light! Xijiangyue Xiaobai joined the WTO in nine days, and Li Qingyong was the public. A hundred years in prison trapped the mysterious altar of fire, and once it screamed loudly.
Today, I miss Qishan and lament ignorance and resentment. Is the strange method shocking Qingyun disciples to cherish the blood inheritance? You Ji is all-powerful, called Suzaku, but now Xuan Shang is a Youji.
The distinction between good and evil is a feud, and water and fire are our enemies. Guild fighting is dedicated to heroic actions, and it is praised by the public for its grandeur.
I just know, out of the ancestral temple, I will no longer dance in white. You Ji's face was plastered with gauze, and her heart was plastered with the wound, just beside the wilderness road in Shi Ting.
Dimfragrance went to find her way, only to find a pale white dress. I've been thinking about it for a hundred years, but it's hard to remember.
White blue sword, provocative world. Fantasy is far away, but also vicissitudes.
Look at the flowers in front of the pavilion, and then look at Feng Yun's horizon. Ruthless coast means heartless, but also read a pale white dress.
The beauty of Jin Pinger in Xijiang Moon sighs lightly, and the amorous feelings remain the same. Talking and laughing, yin and yang invade each other, and there are still flowers and branches.
Whispering before exquisite, clever after Qinglong. Purple mountain shines in the light, when will you be sincere? The little ring bud is waiting to be released, and it is everywhere.
Clear water hibiscus is the true color, and sugar-coated gourd is sweet. Many ghosts are magical, and unpredictable immortals can touch fairies.
Knowing people, seeing good and not evil, laughing at autumn and spring. Linglong knows you can't stay, and Qian Shan will cut your head off.
I asked right and wrong several times and sighed for several nights. I don't want to be a match before I die, but I want to be ready after I die.
Please try unparalleled witchcraft forever.
8. A moment that should last forever, a sad love poem, was just in vain at that time.
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.
Ask what love is in the world, and teach people to live and die together.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Houmen is as deep as the sea and has been a passer-by ever since.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty, and we dream of going home at night. 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.
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.
Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, morning breeze and waning moon.
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.
You have to send colorful stationery and rulers to know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide.
If life is just like the first sight, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind? If you wait for change, you will lose your heart, but your heart will change easily.
The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.
Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets. It was just ordinary at that time.
Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. Mountains have no edges, rivers are endless, there is lightning in winter and rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are one, but they dare to separate from you.
I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever.
It is easy to ask for priceless treasures, but it is rare to have a heart.
Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.
The beautiful hibiscus flower has become a desolate grass today.
Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. No, no, no!
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
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.
Life and death are rich, Zicheng said, hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I think so much for the time being, I hope it will help you. :)