1. Who can complain about loneliness? Even as a preface, it’s always an easy task. I knew it would be difficult to fight, but I regretted not keeping him at that time.
2. There are no memories, which disrupt the lingering. The smile is gone, and I feel lonely. String, thinking about the Chinese years.
3. The mandarin duck pendant hangs from the waist, and the mandarin ducks want to fly together, but they shed tears. Combined with the wine, red candles flow, combined with the wine in front of the hibiscus tent, I want to make two white heads.
4. The silver light of the crescent moon in the sky is rippling, the snow is falling, and the clear brilliance has been collected all my life. The wind blows in the willows, and the rain is confused. I only hope that this life will be peaceful.
5. Drink away a thousand cups of sorrow with a glass of wine. First-rate water and gentle breeze. Xiao Yun, who is sitting in a smoke cage, is thinking about a few lovesicknesses in his heart. In a daze, he feels so passionate about yesterday. The tears in my dream are fragrant on my temples, and I put on my clothes and wash away my tired face. The tree surrounds the bright moon, the crows are frightened and their hearts are scarred for a while, and they are whispering, when will we meet again?
6. I will be in love forever and ever and never forget it year after year
7. I cut paper flowers all night. It’s full of you. I painted facial makeup all night. My eyebrows are slightly thinking of you.
8. Summer night. Starry. "The evening breeze in summer is always the most comfortable. It's warm and cool." "But if the wind blows like this in Changbai Mountain, it will be cold." I am here, on the other side of you, I will wait for you outside the door for these ten years of. You are in the door, on the other side of me. Will you remember these ten years in the door? I firmly believe you will. I love you, Zhang Qiling!
9. I am happy when I win, but I am also calm when I lose. "Phoenix Prisoner of the Phoenix"
10. We go back to the place called Jiangnan. The peach blossom rain in March polishes the overlapping new green of the ancient temples, and the ripples of ink jade breed golden carps. We go back to the place called Jiangnan, where the willow branches in April stir up the fragrance of the young rice seedlings, and the silhouettes of swallows bring life to the dark soil. We go back to the place called Jiangnan. During the youth tour in May, we walked all over the embankments with mottled green marks. The sound of horse hooves made the green years noisy. ——Paw "Let's go back to the place called Jiangnan"
11. When flowers bloom on the road, whose young man is so charming. When the cherry is red, it is easy for people to be thrown away by the flow of light. Whose family sheds tears? How many households shed tears? Don't wait when the pipa sounds whimpering. The young man in green shirt has lived up to his frivolous life for several lifetimes. Snow is falling outside the Great Wall, and a man dressed in red is waiting for him immediately. The world is in turmoil, and I sigh about the love I have had for several generations. The light and shadow of the sword groaned. In the previous life, the door was ajar, and the black hair fell to the ground and turned into razor blades. I can't help but lament who is the destined person. Three feet apart, just to wait for your reincarnated soul, the sky passes by, and I can’t see your return under the setting sun. The old trees have withered vines, and the faint crows are still waiting...
12. The flowers on the other side are blooming on the other side, but the bridge is empty and helpless. The heartbroken grass is sad and heartbroken, and the three lives are determined in front of the stone.
13. If the heart moves, there will be two lines of tears. If you are moved by love, your heart will be in two places. All the whispers, all the helplessness, only one long sigh.
14. Who owes me the debt of growing old together and refuses to repay it, and who I owe to whom I will regret growing old in my old age.
15. Who said that a life is a peach blossom? Who will calculate it for you? The most flawless and romantic, true and false. The pipa bounces on the west side of the painting building. The warm wind is everywhere. Who has a different mind? Comparatively speaking, the hexagram about loving folded flowers and not loving childhood sweethearts, in the end, it is for you that the world is overturned and the bright moon illuminates the end of the world. In the end, who gets the jianjia, the neighing of the mountains and rivers, the silent noise in the arms of the war horse, the wind passing through the world, the solemn killing of Rong Hua, after the thanksgiving Lord of the world, I climbed up to the nine-story pagoda and watched the shooting stars all night. Returning to that moment, the silence of the years also made people afraid of the withered vines growing branches. It turns out that time has passed gracefully. In the dream, upstairs, under the moon, you stood with the same eyebrows. Brush off the snowflakes on your clothes. Side by side, we look at the vastness of the heaven and earth in "The World"
16. One prosperity, one dream, one joy and one empty space
17. I and the flowers in the garden, with half a candle at night, you In front of the flowers, under the moonlight, there is a beautiful woman's poem, and in the hibiscus tent, there is a beautiful woman's skeleton. I am crossing the river alone in a boat, deep in the dense forest, in the valley. You are in the jade tree, holding the jade flute in the wind, playing with the flowers with your sweet words, I am singing and dancing with the orioles in the building, counting in the black and white game, you are There are lines of romantic and suave poems, thousands of cups of drunkenness and exquisite makeup.
18. In the first life, if I meet you again in reincarnation, I will accompany you to cross the Naihe Bridge, regardless of whether my soul is gone or not. In the second life, if I meet you again in the flames of war, I will take you to listen to the Qiang flute and ignore the rain of guns and arrows. In the third life, if I meet you again in my old hometown, I will take you up the embankment with a paper kite, regardless of all the years of sorrow. In the fourth life, if I embrace you again in the sunset, I will let you watch the fireworks in confusion, no matter what happens next. In the fifth life, if I see you again in the green mountains, I will wait for you by the clear stream, no matter how fast the water flows. In the sixth life, if I stop by you again in my journey, I will go to Gusu to paint brocades with you, no matter what age we part. In the seventh life, if I find you again in a small town, I will love you to the end of the world, no matter how thin the breath is. In the eighth life, if I meet you again at the inn, I will go with you to the ancient city of Chang'an, regardless of the war in the capital. In the ninth life, if I meet you again in the apricot forest, I will accompany you to the cave to hide in seclusion, no matter how you sing or pity the dancing girl.
19. Perhaps you should have a heart that can withstand unknown variables, and not be nostalgic for anything that seems simple, peaceful, or seems to last forever. Always remember that life is about unexpected encounters and long-planned encounters. of discreteness.
20. The sun and the moon fly by.
I would like to take a small boat and carry a few bottles of sake to travel everywhere, thinking about the people I miss, and falling in love with them forever in my heart.
21. The midsummer harvest is early, and the lingering fragrance lingers. The small building is deep and quiet, who is playing the piano solo. The mist is lightly caged, and the mirror flowers and the moon are in the water. The wind comes in the evening, and I look back at the wave. I send you red beans, and I just ask how it is. The fate remains?
22. The years are silent. Flowers in spring, moon in autumn, rain in summer and snow in winter, the four seasons are misty and never-ending. I am deeply in love with you.
23. How deep is the passion. If there is love in the sky, it will last forever. I will follow you till death. Changbai Mountain is covered with snow, and the flying snowflakes are carrying the coldness. The wind blew across the sky and earth, carrying snowflakes and falling on my face. I just feel unprecedented warmth and holiness. This is the snow from Changbai Mountain, the snow that flew from the place where Qi Ling is!
24. It’s another snowy day. The orange street lights are dimly lit with warmth, and the soft snowflakes fall silently like goose feathers. The hill over there is covered with a thick layer of snow, and the dark night is also a little white. After drinking a bowl of warm wine, suddenly, a cloud lake and snow-capped mountains appeared in front of my eyes. The figure on my back that I would never forget day and night seemed to feel my gaze. When I looked back, the corners of my lips rose slightly.
25. Sip a cup of Fusheng tea and forget the past three lives; compose a tune of lovesickness and look at the horizon with you holding hands.
26. By the ferry, the sun sets, Yangguan sings three times, and the orchid boat urges people to send their hair. As soon as I turn around, the world is over. The quicksand between the fingers has faded, and the Chang'an years have aged. When will the old friend return? When asked, Huahua didn’t answer. I just hope to paint it again for Yi, with a little cinnabar between my eyebrows.
27. Listen to the broken string, cut off the three thousand lingering ink and dye it white, dye the beauty, write about the lovesickness in the moment, write about the glitz, three thousand falling flowers and oblivion, obliterate the wind, ripples, monsters and snow, wake up from the dream and write for thousands of years Falling in love with you, I have been in love with you all my life. The beauty of the ice and the prosperity has fallen. The firework fan opened the moment the painting fell. The lonely and gloomy flowers are like pity. I only pity the old face of your heart
28. Those prosperity and sorrow will eventually become the past. Please don't be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful and soul-stirring.
29. The memory is like sand passing through the fingertips, and I sigh if, what is such, what is the result? In the flower season, the wind blows over, and the scattered land is lonely. No one knows what to do with it. The soil is also lost. The rain sits and rebrushes the fragrance of the abandoned land. Free and easy, old thoughts support me, and the dream of my life is fulfilled. She said that the scenery in the old life was wrong, the fate has been passed, and it has passed, locking a flower that has been covered in the prosperous age.
30. Complaint to Qinhua 1: Fireworks tend to make people feel cold and hard to get rid of. At the end of the song, people scatter their flowers and feel miserable. Second complaint: This time the duckweeds are floating in the world, and I am alone in the rivers and lakes. Third complaint: I don’t lament the long-lasting love between my children, but I respect all the heroes in the world. Four complaints: Who is old among the bloody country and the beautiful smile, among the hundred-year-old bones? Five complaints: I am drunk tonight like a dream but not a dream, and I don’t look forward to waking up and waiting for tomorrow. Six complaints: It is easy to describe the world of mortals with a pen, but it is difficult to invite black hair and black hair. Seventh Complaint: The years have passed and time has passed. How can the beauty be enchanting when the flowers are gone? Eight complaints: The Naihe Bridge beside the Sansheng Stone, Meng Poji advised the world to be small. Nine Complaints: Zi Mo is free and happy in the world, but only a thousand years of fleeting time are filled with worries. Ten Complaints: Raising a glass to break up the old friendship, but rejecting the news of Pepsi.
31. This mighty wind, the beautiful world, the ups and downs of the rivers and lakes, and the demonic fire in the palace, one by one, but in the end, it is no match for the beloved, who smiles all over the city. ——The world returns to its original state
32. Hold the child’s hand and drag the child away. If the son says not to leave, fine, close the door and let the dogs out! "Hold the child's hand and drag the child away"
33. Fish swim in the stream and drink in the mountains, birds make nests, apricots fly, mandarin ducks fly, the moss on the quiet road, the warm sun shines on the east, and the green silk hangs around the shoreline. The blue water is rippling, the water is flowing, the cuckoo cries blood to wait for the orioles to spring, the willow mianchen dances and bows, the words are bright red, the red medicine makes up the makeup, the thousands shadows of the calamus leaves are locked in the smoke, the wine on the lake is drunk by the breeze.
34. He came on horseback, looking down at the rivers and mountains. Wherever he went, there were millions of corpses, bleeding for thousands of miles. He created a bloody empire, towering over thousands of people. When people asked him what he wanted, he looked back and smiled. The moon is not shining, the situation is changing. "What does the common people have to do with me? Victory is everything."
35. Zhang Qiling, because I fell in love with you, I knew my original heart; Zhang Qiling, because I met you, I knew I lost my mind.
36. If we had only waited for snow that day, would we still be able to mention the name "Zhang Qiling" a few years later? All I know is that there are traces of you in my heart that cannot be erased.
37. You are drunk and smiling at the sky, if this is all for the love of this life
38. The blue hoodie is deep and melancholy, like a sea. I would like to indulge in your piece of blue and never wake up.
39. May he engrave the pages of the book and never forget them through the ages; I will remember them in my heart and follow them forever.
40. Your alluring beauty catches the eyes of the world, but no one knows that your beauty behind you is like a disaster.
41. The beauty has clear pearls and silver rings in her ears, and her dark green eyebrows are intoxicating to the world. Her jade eyes were filled with tears, and her red lips were enchanting.
42. If you are a mountain road, I would like to be a grass and tree. I will not ask about pursuit or confusion, just to follow you for thousands of miles and enjoy the spring flowers and autumn moon. If you are Ling Xiao, I would like to be a white cloud, not caring about loneliness or hesitation, just to never leave, overlooking the sea and mulberry fields.
If you are a tree, I would like to be Siluo, not caring about dependence or comparison, just to be entangled and spend the morning and evening together. If you are Leng Yue, I would like to be Han Shuang, not caring about separation or loneliness, just to accompany you moment by moment and express my sorrow and lovesickness. If you are a fallen leaf, I would like to be a flying flower, not caring about sadness or fate, just sharing the same hole of life and death, falling into deep sleep and reincarnation.
43. Once upon a time, I held my son’s hand and talked to him, but it was just smoke in the end; once, there was a close relationship between life and death, and I grew old together with my son, but it was fruitless; deep in the world of mortals, I came here in response to the calamity. , I pulled away, but my heart was scarred
44. You said that for three lifetimes, you looked back and clung to the hope, just for the ups and downs of reincarnation and ***. How could half of the world be equal to the cinnabar between your eyebrows and the hand of the end of the world? You sigh that fate is wrong and it is difficult to repair in this life. Watching in the sky under the moon, in front of the flowers, there is a trace of lingering thoughts. You watch the smoke and rain in the sky, the dice has been completed, and the tomb has been completed. However, the mortal world is separated, the love is broken, and the dream is broken. Who sings a song of separation, mourning, half a cup, lovesickness, dream, past life, and present life, laughing here. The Red Dust
45. Saying farewell is just a line of egrets climbing up into the clouds, wanting to stay, but telling the blue sky how many times the tears will rain. Talking about farewell is just a song of separation and sorrow. I want to stay, but I watch the sunset set on the mountain and reflect the remaining willows. Saying goodbye is like drinking a glass of cold wine into your throat. If you want to keep it, it will be bitter and heart-breaking. Saying goodbye is just a stream of water flowing from the east. I want to stay, but the flowers leave the branches and follow the waves. Saying farewell is just a word of cherishment and playing the Qiang flute. I want to stay, but I am afraid that people will leave and be lonely and shadowed at night.
46. You once rode a horse in white clothes and walked through the poplars at a hundred paces. You also used to lean drunk in a brothel and be charming. I respect you for your gentle words and smiles. There are so many slanted bridges and painted boats in the small towns in the south of the Yangtze River. Whose eyebrows and eyes are hidden in Suzhou and Hangzhou? It doesn’t matter. It’s just a sigh. You have only envied the mandarin ducks for your promises. You also listened to the rain late at night and sent guests to other places. I wonder how many there are in the world. I am worried and thinking, in the end, it is just the impermanence of life and death. A piece of red paper is written with all the beauty of the wind and moon. A sound of the flute blows away the past. Let's take advantage of the good time to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Why should I be melancholy to the moon, bells and drums for so long? It's just a big dream. .
47. The snow had faded from the window sill, and I passed by your house. I saw the branches full of flowers, and the red plums were like cinnabar. Bead curtains lock jade, I wander around the pavilions and waterside pavilions, and see the corners of my clothes wet with mist, and the fragrant lake is like a flower mirror. You hold an umbrella and look back, blurring the layers of moss in the rain season. The old tree suddenly woke up, and I had no intention of missing Xiang Wu. I saw the new buds turning green, as green as jade, and your pear nests were intoxicating, shaking the ancient locust trees in the season of surprise. I looked for the depth of my footprints on the winding path, and saw the branches outside the wall. The pear blossoms were as white as snow. Your simple and elegant clothes made the rippling willows in the spring equinox beautiful. The cool breeze broke my soul. I stayed in the vast sea of ????people and saw the Xingcun Restaurant. The drizzle was like a sad thread. Your beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and I was sentimental about the quiet green grass during the Qingming Festival. After the poplar flowers have fallen, I walk in the countryside and see mulberry trees, catkins like frost, and your eyes like ink, which soften the vines and green dills in the Grain Rain season.
48. Spring hates and autumn sorrows are caused by oneself. Whoever is happy is happy for whomever. ——Cao Xueqin's "A Dream of Red Mansions"
49. Zhang Qiling, I hope I am lucky enough to accompany you for a while.
50. This love lasts forever and will never end. Zhang Qiling, I love you.