At midnight, smoke fills the air, cumulus clouds cover the stars, the shadows are oblique, and the night is as cool as water. The spring flowers are gone, and the wind and moon are silent. Passing through the old days, I was shocked and all the trees shook. Looking back at the dust quietly for a period of time, my dream is also sad.
Who are you wandering for? Night quietly enveloped the bustling city, covering an unbearable time, and my heart folded in silence.
Walking on the path by the river, the night wind blows, looking at the long horizon, silently counting the tenderness that depends on each other, and measuring the distance between us again, the horizon is no longer close at hand. Heart, will it be a light-year distance, such as the stars in the sky seem very close, but they can't cross.
By the river, the sound of the waves is still the same, and the lonely figure sings for a person in the intoxicated twilight. Affection is always annoyed by ruthlessness. After a long time, a river of spring water can't take away the full bitterness, and the lights on the other side also dim the hazy tears. The pursuit of eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon has hurt the sentimental season. How can ability let a person not heartache?
The breeze blew across my cheeks, and a sharp pain in my heart churned in my abdomen. Is the truth that is deliberately pursued always less ruthless than reality? The hope of the soul is like a stone in the water breaking the moon. An inexplicable complaint is entangled in the swaying heart, but waiting for a thousand years of meeting, it is like a sword piercing a long-standing lie. In late spring and early summer, the figure of your city is like a cloud.
In the distance, the fireworks in the city are bright in the colorful night sky, the flowers bloom and fall a few degrees, the sea changes several times, the drizzle leans against the fence, and a curtain wakes up.
Looking back, the world can't stay, is it a breeze or a fog, a promise or a lie?
The fleeting time of poetry is mottled with colorful memories. The glitz of the prosperous times covers the vicissitudes of the years, and love is broken in an ethereal dream.
In the past, the world of mortals was lonely and curled up. Who stands on the drizzly river bank, watching the rain at dusk, the wind blowing clouds, the pain buried in the bottom of my heart, like a bud in June, blooming a little every day. Who can see the beauty of silence and crouching? This scene, this event, this flower, so familiar, how can you remember it so deeply, can you really laugh it off?
Clouds have passed, misty rain is far away, pear blossoms have fallen, and dreams have fallen to the south of the Yangtze River. The night wind is fragrant, the season is beginning to bloom, and a person lingers quietly and keeps looking back.
The footsteps of youth are scattered in misty rain and red dust. Everyone has a story hidden in his heart, and every love wants to be answered. As a result, the conceived imagination has become a trap, burying itself in the illusion of beautification, and after investing everything, it will be beyond redemption.
The world of mortals is lonely, and infatuation is hard to say. The frozen truth runs in the crying. Poems full of affection, in the depths of the years, swaying the sad song of leaving alone.
Looking across the cool railing, I felt a little cold after drinking wine, and the glitz was gone, and Jiang Feng was full of fish and fire. The stars are vague, and how many worries think that they will gradually wear away in time. I want to say nothing, sit on the cold ground, bury my head between my knees, and tears of regret flow to the ground.
All the way through the storm, youth has become a yellowed page in Li Sao. The face fell asleep several times, the willow color smoked people, the tea was difficult to add fragrance, and a cold wind made the awakened edge die in the pain pillow. Heart, broken as dust, a few infatuations, lingering in dreams, warm and cold red dust, floating with the east wind all night.
Silent midnight, a wisp of thoughts, endless swept to me, raised my hand, trembling and half awake to pursue, tonight turned my heart into a sigh, cut off the lingering fear in my heart, how many infatuations there are in the world, quietly falling dust.
In the misty rain, the sadness hidden in the eyebrows accumulates into crystal tears in the eyes.
The river of no return, the waves are exhausted, the sand and stones are picked up in time, and the water clouds are like smoke, precipitating the thoughts of tonight. Go through the branches with complicated feelings, abandon distractions and look for a little sweetness in future life. Write down the scattered memories, dry the tears in the corner of your eyes, and your figure and oath will gradually disappear into the clouds after the misty rain.
Clouds and fog dispersed, the night was hazy and the dust was broken. With heavy steps, the past and my thin back have melted into the night in the south of the Yangtze River.
At midnight, smoke fills the air, cumulus clouds cover the stars, the shadows are oblique, and the night is as cool as water. The spring flowers are gone, and the wind and moon are silent. Passing through the old days, I was shocked and all the trees shook. Looking back at the dust quietly for a period of time, my dream is also sad.
Who are you wandering for? Night quietly enveloped the bustling city, covering an unbearable time, and my heart folded in silence.
Walking on the path by the river, the night wind blows, looking at the long horizon, silently counting the tenderness that depends on each other, and measuring the distance between us again, the horizon is no longer close at hand. Heart, will it be a light-year distance, such as the stars in the sky seem very close, but they can't cross.
By the river, the sound of the waves is still the same, and the lonely figure sings for a person in the intoxicated twilight. Affection is always annoyed by ruthlessness. After a long time, a river of spring water can't take away the full bitterness, and the lights on the other side also dim the hazy tears. The pursuit of eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon has hurt the sentimental season. How can ability let a person not heartache?
The breeze blew across my cheeks, and a sharp pain in my heart churned in my abdomen. Is the truth that is deliberately pursued always less ruthless than reality? The hope of the soul is like a stone in the water breaking the moon. An inexplicable complaint is entangled in the swaying heart, but waiting for a thousand years of meeting, it is like a sword piercing a long-standing lie. In late spring and early summer, the figure of your city is like a cloud.
In the distance, the fireworks in the city are bright in the colorful night sky, the flowers bloom and fall a few degrees, the sea changes several times, the drizzle leans against the fence, and a curtain wakes up.
Looking back, the world can't stay, is it a breeze or a fog, a promise or a lie?
The fleeting time of poetry is mottled with colorful memories. The glitz of the prosperous times covers the vicissitudes of the years, and love is broken in an ethereal dream.
In the past, the world of mortals was lonely and curled up. Who stands on the drizzly river bank, watching the rain at dusk, the wind blowing clouds, the pain buried in the bottom of my heart, like a bud in June, blooming a little every day. Who can see the beauty of silence and crouching? This scene, this event, this flower, so familiar, how can you remember it so deeply, can you really laugh it off?
Clouds have passed, misty rain is far away, pear blossoms have fallen, and dreams have fallen to the south of the Yangtze River. The night wind is fragrant, the season is beginning to bloom, and a person lingers quietly and keeps looking back.
The footsteps of youth are scattered in misty rain and red dust. Everyone has a story hidden in his heart, and every love wants to be answered. As a result, the conceived imagination has become a trap, burying itself in the illusion of beautification, and after investing everything, it will be beyond redemption.
The world of mortals is lonely, and infatuation is hard to say. The frozen truth runs in the crying. Poems full of affection, in the depths of the years, swaying the sad song of leaving alone.
Looking across the cool railing, I felt a little cold after drinking wine, and the glitz was gone, and Jiang Feng was full of fish and fire. The stars are vague, and how many worries think that they will gradually wear away in time. I want to say nothing, sit on the cold ground, bury my head between my knees, and tears of regret flow to the ground.
All the way through the storm, youth has become a yellowed page in Li Sao. The face fell asleep several times, the willow color smoked people, the tea was difficult to add fragrance, and a cold wind made the awakened edge die in the pain pillow. Heart, broken as dust, a few infatuations, lingering in dreams, warm and cold red dust, floating with the east wind all night.
Silent midnight, a wisp of thoughts, endless swept to me, raised my hand, trembling and half awake to pursue, tonight turned my heart into a sigh, cut off the lingering fear in my heart, how many infatuations there are in the world, quietly falling dust.
In the misty rain, the sadness hidden in the eyebrows accumulates into crystal tears in the eyes.
The river of no return, the waves are exhausted, the sand and stones are picked up in time, and the water clouds are like smoke, precipitating the thoughts of tonight. Go through the branches with complicated feelings, abandon distractions and look for a little sweetness in future life. Write down the scattered memories, dry the tears in the corner of your eyes, and your figure and oath will gradually disappear into the clouds after the misty rain.
Clouds and fog dispersed, the night was hazy and the dust was broken. With heavy steps, the past and my thin back are melted in the night in Jiangnan. ...
Smoke is cool in one place, and you don't complain about leaving the war.
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and who will pity if the red disappears and the fragrance disappears? -inscription
Never leave.
If you don't leave, I won't give up, and I will be lingering for generations, waiting for you every minute.
Autumn is fading away, and the cool fingertips are beating the rhythm of happiness. Also in the same season, the same people made the same promise and never gave up.
Does life have geometry? Just for endless love.
I am a fickle woman, and I will be more affectionate than anyone else. Meeting you, the so-called warmth, the so-called happiness, the so-called confidant, and the so-called everlasting love, these words that have never been touched are gradually connected with me. Is that a fable of happiness? I gave you the warmth of my life. I will give it to you whether you want it or not.
A ray of streamer expresses the reincarnation of life. The most beautiful meeting is like catkins in spring, flying in the romantic air. The happiest light touches life and plays the most touching music. Mimi said, if we meet, remember to cherish, if we lose, we will remember. So, I sang the poems of the years, woven a fantastic myth net, which contained countless factors, planted rock-solid feelings and buried the brightest smile in my heart.
I want to know you, long life, endless mountains, endless rivers, Lei Zhen in winter and rain and snow in summer, but dare to die with you! Whether the beautiful oath can stand the fleeting time as plain as water or ups and downs, you have no answer, and I have no answer. I just know that fate is predestined and artificial. If you really meet your heart, happiness is the next stop.
If you care about a person and see through a heart, can you open a long line with today as the end point and the end point of life as the end point? No matter how difficult the middle road is, no matter how painful it is inside, you won't let go.
I look forward to the promise of never giving up, but I am more afraid of the pain of heartbreak. If, if there is tomorrow, I will still promise you, you will never forget, and I will still hold hands with you for a lifetime.
The fog became hollow.
Pursue only for feelings, leave only for feelings, bamboo shadow in the forest, things are different. The petals swayed gently, leaving dust all over the floor. As soon as the breeze blows, it disappears and everything is empty.
Tears can't wash away the lead, nor can they stop the bitterness of dreams. I want to be a scarecrow, looking up at the blue sky, watching the wheat fields and guarding the warmest place in my heart, but who is the eternal guardian?
In the finely divided years, I remember that smiling face, those gentle eyes, that sincere feeling and that grateful heart. What kind of thoughts drive away warm memories, what kind of scenes shed tears, and what kind of desire demons broke the feelings of walking halfway?
Flowers bloom and fall, and I still walk through the forest of youth with a faint mood. The barren heart will eventually be filled with reality. Riel said, find something to fill the vacancy, or don't think about it deliberately. But how can I place that bloody heart that has been hollowed out?
A blooming season, a cold season, a forbearing city has finally stepped down, and that deep love has become a luxury. If you can't afford it, you choose to let go.
Come and go, when the fog clears, I will lose you so easily. The memory of the warm city has changed a little with the passage of time, and it has long been unrecognizable. The lost eternity will no longer be alive, and the longing feelings will once again enter a long dream. It turns out that we are all performing.
After the play was over, we fell back to the end of the world and were all right from then on.
I wonder if the flowers have fallen.
Who is red when flowers bloom, who is drunk when flowers fall?
There are thousands of encounters in the world, and one is called "no encounter". This unforgettable love has finally come to an end in this autumn when maple leaves are full of red. A cold seat is over and a farewell song is broken. Broken beauty is like a delicate flower, silent but stinging the soul.
The world of mortals is stained with ink, and flowers dance. Looking back at a corner gently is as indifferent as ash.
Idle youth, like singing years, evokes dancing skirts with the loss of hourglasses and the rotation of windmills, and falls under the scorching sun in June to pay homage to the overturned fleeting time. Time overlaps and interweaves, picking up the most ruthless yellow leaves in autumn, tearing up the most beautiful memories and letting everything return to its original position.
Falling leaves in autumn, what I can't take away is the injury in summer, and what I can't see is always the truth. I want to take a step back from the vague and far-fetched collateral damage and recall the belief of describing tears. Promises sometimes need to be repaid with lies. Hallucinations are always too warm. I want to take a step back and blur the romance you gave me. Everything is seen through tears.
Emotion moves in the sky, among the green hills, and a gust of wind flashes in Wan Liyun, making it difficult to find a beautiful woman, and the imperial sword breaks the world of mortals.
Some people say that the most painful pain is because of the sweetest past, and the deepest injury is because of the warmest beauty, which permeates my bones with pain and I am being assimilated by blood.
Fireworks fall in the most beautiful sky. Besides the pain, I'm still waiting for the memory of you. Autumn has passed and all the flowers have fallen. We have finished our final farewell. In the future, we won't complain about parting.
"You said, later ..."
You said that prosperity is gone, and this life will never change. Later, you walked away on a horse, and only Iraqis cried.
You said Haitang outside the curtain, Jinping Yuanyang; Later, the courtyard was in late spring and the painting hall was close at hand.
You say the flute is like a complaint, and you think hard; Later, the tea smoke was still green and the figure was boundless.
You say like jade, with your son; Later, the pavilion looked from a distance, and the night was cool.
Who do you think a heart-wrenching love will enjoy? Later, the smoke cage was dark, and the water in the middle of the lake was unparalleled.
You said that the lamp on the other side is what the heart wants; Later, fishing boats sang late, and misty rain hesitated.
You said that the water is quiet and fragrant, and it is calm; Later, Yun Zheyue was thin and dewdrops were as clear as frost.
You say chess in the window, and then spit out your heart; Later, the wind was scattered and the fog covered the hills.
You said tea pretended to be angry, and you winked at Zhang Chang; Later, Diane's eyebrows grew and the spring scenery fell.
You say, the fragrance wafts and shines in an instant; Later, the jade died and Joan broke, and the shadow was horizontal.
You said it was a beautiful day, and you went alone on a whim; Later, the world of mortals was deserted, and snow fell in Taihang Mountain.
You said that Gao Tang, Sansheng Stone; Later, you lived in Ziyou and my family lived in Heyang.
You said that the jade building is full of beauty, and the moon is flowing to welcome guests; Later, a layman who lived in seclusion in the valley lay in the meditation room, listening to the rain on the pillow.
You said mountains and rivers flow, and the guest answers the river. Later, Zhang Taihang heard that it was Ma Chuiyang.
You said that the golden document is bright and the lantern is the narrowest; Later, the tea boiled and moss covered the wall.
You said that the heavens and the earth are mysterious and the moon is full of beautiful things; Later, the moon set on the river, and the clouds were light and eternal.
You said that the blue boat is light, and the west building recalls the beautiful mother under the moon; Later, the rivers and lakes were forgotten, and only the end of the world stepped on the autumn mourning.
You said that the valley listened to the stream, looked for Qing Xiang Hill, and then the flowers fell into the water and withered.
You said the frost was cold and the river was green, but where were the Iraqis? Sitting alone.
You explain that the moon is sprinkled with cold rivers, and the jade column is beautiful, and then the cold mirror is broken, and the night couch is cold.
You said you were talking in your hometown and swimming in peach blossom water. Later, it snowed in the front mountain, and Lao Rong went to rush several times.
Dust flies fate, people go to the empty building, and flowers fall into dreams for whom.
Dust flies, people go to the empty building, and the flowers in the dream fall for who? Looking forward to it, how much infatuation. Knead yourself into reincarnation, remembering, in the dream of meeting; Parting, among the tearful flowers; Heartbroken, at the pale fingertips; Fade, in an eternal dream. In the nightingale's sad sigh, let the delicate tenderness suffocate and become speechless in the night's poems.
The flowers on the other side are beautiful and sad. Everyone, in this life, will always miss many people. Miss love, miss friendship, miss meeting. Flowers bloom on the other side, flowers do not see leaves, leaves do not see flowers, life is wrong. However, it is not necessarily sad. How could I fall in love with you if we never met? How can I have so many regrets if I have never met? A flower and a world, a tree and a bodhi. Flowers bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls.
A ray of light sorrow, constant sorrow and hatred, the soul flies for thousands of years to find Iraq, but it can't wake up. Acacia people are haggard, listening to thousands of tears in the middle of the night ... After the fleeting time, dreams come back to the water, cigarettes are drunk, the world of mortals is full of tears, and the wind is gone with a touch of darkness and fragility. They run out of grace and become lonely. Whose mind was broken? A dress, caressing the cold light of the moon, crossed the barrier of Qian Shan, only for a short lingering.
Dark flowers, deep spring, red peony, smoked. After the rain, the wind is soft and the songbirds are broken. The delay of the day was still a little cloudy. Don't dwell on the past. Arrange leisure time and board the plane. Old tours are hard to find anywhere. Nowhere to find, only a teenager's heart.
A ray of light sorrow, constant sorrow and hatred, the soul flies for thousands of years to find Iraq, but it can't wake up. Acacia people are haggard, listening to thousands of tears in the middle of the night ... After the fleeting time, dreams come back to the water, cigarettes are drunk, the world of mortals is full of tears, and the wind is gone with a touch of darkness and fragility. They run out of grace and become lonely. Whose mind was broken? A dress, caressing the cold light of the moon, crossed the barrier of Qian Shan, only for a short lingering.
To be together, it is difficult to look at each other, and everyone is heartbroken. Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. I traveled in Qian Shan, waded through thousands of waters, and cried two lines on my way to lovesickness. Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and fragrance remains after prosperity. Looking at the sky and sighing at the bright moon, I am lonely and melancholy. Strong wine, ecstasy, shirt light sleeve dance. Thinking of autumn water and thinking of Iraqis is close at hand, and it is close to Yuanyang. The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.
We are all passers-by in the world of mortals. I'm obsessed with you? Who broke my heart for me? The vast sea of people, who am I staying for? Who is waiting for me? How long can the scenery of the hidden moon be treasured? Who are you infatuated with? Who are you heartbroken for? How many people have never found their true love, and how many people have lost themselves in the search? The tears of residual flowers in the sunset turn the love of a lifetime into a tear of the world of mortals in the withered corner of my eye.
The world of mortals, whose waiting has fallen. I have been waiting under the Millennium tree, just asking you to look back and smile. I used to burn incense under bodhi, just waiting for a lifetime meeting. The world of mortals, after all, is a lonely flower, remembering whose tears have fallen in the years. The past is like smoke, I don't know who left who's lovesickness, like the memory of a dream, I don't know who left who, etc. Say goodbye to you, don't ask the geometry of pain.
Hold my hand quietly and eliminate my loneliness; Deep affection condenses my eyes and covers my drift from place to place; Quietly hold my shoulder and comfort my sadness. You hold my hand, and I will let you have no regrets; You won my heart, and I will meet you through the storm; You know what I mean, I will enrich your life. People in the market are like crucian carp. When I met my husband for a certain period, the years were full of colors and rain or shine, and I cried in my sleep. It's not easy to meet each other, so cherish it.
Yan in the mirror, looking through the curtains under the thin moon, is full of sad expectations. I always want to avoid those memories about you, return to the final peace, and make my heart calm and calm. However, at the moment of turning your head, you forgot the tenderness of the Millennium and planted an unforgettable injury for me in this life; If you are drunk, you will be drunk and have endless worries in this life. Inside and outside the volume, every word is engraved in my heart, but only one song sings the same story and fades into my heart.
The sound of the piano entered her eyes, and the ups and downs of the past dyed her eyes red. The wind is blowing, and the piano dust is flying, blurring the front. My hair is messed up and my thoughts are flowing. I know Iraqis. Thin shadow is like a dream, with beautiful eyes, intoxicating smile and dancing. Soul leads … people are crazy … strings break … dreams wake up … floating dust falls to the ground. The piano remains the same, the song is finished, the red disappears and the fragrance is broken. If you lean on Hua Zhong, you will be drunk alone!
Who lingers in the buildings, who waits by the ancient road. Looking back on the Millennium, one hundred years of loneliness. Lonely who accompany, lonely who * * *. Past lives rub shoulders, this life meets. Love flies in the wind and loves to play in the rain. Once I was wishful thinking, once I was in crazy love, and I woke up with the wind. At this moment: love is silent, love is silent. Tears moistened my eyes and filled my heart.
Millennium reincarnation, whose eyes have been fascinated by the world of mortals? Whose yesterday did you get in this luxurious world? A tunnel through time and space, a wave of wandering past lives. Inadvertently lost in the journey, I once again returned to Jiangnan in my dream. On that day, peach blossoms were flying and green silk was blowing willows. Qian smiled and looked at half makeup. Caressing a song, whose heart has been intoxicated by the lyre for thousands of years? Confused, I was shocked by that glance, fell into that glance, and sank for a thousand years.
Looking back at thousands of people, passing by; Among thousands of people, a beautiful encounter; You laughed, met, and originated; Get to know each other and continue; Know each other, decree by destiny; Breaking the prosperity of this life, Wan Ru's falling flowers are dancing like butterflies, mourning the eternal farewell. I only ask for the afterlife, and I am colorful to all sentient beings. It's so easy, everything has settled in this life! Looking at the end of the world, still strange, deeply extended to the distance!
Beauty is short-lived, but dust is hard to break. The dancing moonlight is intoxicating, and the misty mist caresses your heart. Tomorrow's peach blossoms will grow in dreams. Lying laughing at the spring breeze, full of self-love. The lonely shadow leans against the window and looks at the cold, while the Iraqis comb the old wounds alone. Who's with me? * * * Poor Iraqi people in the dust? The world of mortals is deep and exhausted. The broken night is long and desolate, and the joys and sorrows are old. Don't write when you put pen to paper. The white paper is full of drunken tears.
Standing against the curtain, as far as I can see, Hong Ying lost weight, a little melancholy, a little gloomy, indifferent to her heart, leaving tears. I have always been alone, wandering on the path and forgetting the way home. The wind returns to my dream and breaks my wish, and there is nothing to swallow tears and fall into the world of mortals. Meet without regret in this life, meet without regret in this life. Looking back, love used to be before the flowers fell, and the flowers drifted away, and there was a faint fragrance in the spare place. Who's hurt? Looking back, love was once the life of Haixu, and the field changed, and the old vows were swallowed with the wind.
"Trade my three fireworks for your life."
A Chun Qing, who is the peach blossom red?
Looking back, who did you meet?
A little rhinoceros, to whom is true love given?
A flower hoe, who is buried with tears?
A south window, who is pregnant with a father?
Yi Ye Lan Zhou, who did you say goodbye to?
Take care, who did Tianya send?
Who did you send the fish book to?
A curtain of dreams, who did you read on the railing?
A night of frost and wind, who was sent by rain and snow?
The smell of the street, who did you find?
With melancholy mood, who died in the world of mortals?
A bright moon, looking back, who is missing?
A glass of turbid wine, who is drunk when we meet?
It's dark, staring at who?
Who did you hurt in name on a beautiful night?
A flute, who locked the empty building?
A parting, who lost beauty?
First-order moss green, who leaves the secluded pavilion?
New sorrow, who left bitterness?
Who has a crush on who when you sing in a low voice?
A new word, who is ambiguous?
A kind of acacia, who is the leisure worry for?
Who has been frivolous all his life?
Who am I, who are you,
Whether it's still the old who, the old who.
Dust to dust, dirt to dirt,
Whether we can go back to the beginning.
Whoever promises and betrays,
Who is waiting for who in the empty loop.
Who's who? Thousands of years ago,
Who's who? A frontier that will continue after a thousand years.
This is the reincarnation of who and who,
He still has many unpaid sins,
Who has how many tears left,
Who has much sorrow to continue?
Who guards who becomes an eternal monument,
Who is condensed into a thousand years' tears for whom.
Who left the sea in the mulberry garden for whom,
Who is waiting for the night until the day for whom.
Who boils moss into white hair for whom,
Who consumes youth for whom?
Who is who is who,
What does it matter if you know the answer?
Going back to your position is already a serious dislocation.
Never force anyone to be themselves!
Who and who abandon who forget who waits who loves who.
Whose heart is still broken, whose heart is betrayed and whose heart is hard to retain.
In the end, people walk around and can't tell who is who.
Who made who laughed, who made who cried, who held who's hand, who married who.
Whose eyes can touch whose eyebrows;
Whose smile is worth whose tears;
Whose heart can hold who's reincarnation;
Whose palm print can redeem who's sin.
In a flash, you acupuncture in a second.
It's been a long time, and I spent my whole life solving acupoints.
Martyrdom in the city: getting drunk only for Iraqis
Text/Luo
-Iraqis look back and get drunk,
The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying catkin, like it, like it constantly.
See the flowers bloom and fall, see the clouds roll and relax, dream and love, smoke and dust.
If you can't live, you will die like love.
When the wind blows, the sword is full of flowers; Who is fiddling with the strings is still in my ear.
Look around a god's eyes, snap your fingers for an instant, only for that promise, bury the pale oath and the green waiting.
There are countless ripples in the world of mortals.
At dusk, the road is no longer young.
Don't be ashamed, look at the flowers in front of the court.
Whether to stay or not is unintentional, and it is easy to follow the clouds in the sky.
I am young, and I am young.
Let him know everything and smile for you.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind stands in the clouds.
I have always been superficial, but I have deep feelings.
If you can't live, you will die like love.
The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying catkin, like it, like it constantly.
In this world, you can live up to the Tathagata, and you can live up to the Tathagata.
If life is like the first time, why draw a fan in the autumn wind?
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window.
Not to repair the afterlife, just to meet you on the road.
Looking back 500 times in my last life only changed the passage of this life.
In my dream, under the moon, I will do my best for Iraq. After thanking you, I will be the king.
The shadow of the lamp hurts people and laughs at themselves like duckweeds in the east, inviting the bright moon to melt into leisure.
The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny.
It's snowing and the Yellow River is muddy, leaving him alone.
Look at the past of the world of mortals, romantic affairs, love and hate, beyond the dust.
When the lights go off, people have passed, and love is outside the advertisement.
Prosperous as water, beautiful as a dream.
Snow is proud, like a dream.
-The whole city was martyred and drunk only for the Iraqis.
A small ink painting workshop
Di Qian Dian Xuan Mo Fang Hua
The world of mortals is paper and love is ink.
Cut off a long-lost moonlight,
Smile at flowers, downplay them.
Let the mood bloom at your fingertips.
Shallow ink, you are the lover of my fingertip cardamom,
The cage has a smoky eyebrow eye,
Fall in love with this country,
Just looking at you, you have made a spiritual contract connection.
Write a song, write some words,
With the melody of the heart, everything is for you.
In the pale mist,
Listen to the sound flowing deep in the world of mortals with you.
The world of mortals is drunk and dreams for a thousand years, and lonely songs are accompanied for a lifetime.
Author: Vivian
A person walking in the world of mortals, your heart will also solve your worries.
How sad it is to die, and everything is melancholy.
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Sleepless tonight, the clouds are floating, and there are bursts of songs in the distance. There are thousands of lights outside the window, accompanied by loneliness in the room, tapping the keyboard and telling a sad story. The wind blows away a night of lovesickness, and the clouds drift away a broken dream. The thousand-year-old Buddhist language still has not melted the thousand-year-old acacia. The oath of the Millennium has been washed away by the wind and rain, and it is difficult to distinguish clearly. Why stand in front of the Sansheng Stone and be lonely together?
The world of mortals has been drunk in dreams for thousands of years, accompanied by lonely songs. For you, I am drunk for eternity, and I am pale for the fleeting and eternal love in this rolling world of mortals. Thousands of years of poetry and painting, smiling and drinking your charming wine and wine. Once the sea turned into several dreams and sorrows, and their fingertips inadvertently crossed the Millennium, locking the fragrance at this moment in a melancholy heart.
Lead flowers wither, endless calls are finally forgotten, and the wine in the night in the south of the Yangtze River is covered with acacia, so I have no sleep tonight. Lonely blue silk shakes thin, the breeze caresses the piano unintentionally, and the bright moon is ruthless. Hand in hand, pen hanging down from painters, I realized that I wanted to write without words, and the beautiful woman sent me a message, and my feeling was speechless. what can I say?
Dial a lyre and tell the story of lovesickness in the depths of the string. It is difficult to write an inch of tenderness, and it is difficult to sing loneliness in songs. what can I do? My face is exhausted. Who has compassion?
I always weave a dark dream in nameless sadness, and always add a clear sorrow in the faint twilight. Do you know that I miss you again, and I am persistent in pursuing that dreamy gentleness. My days are full of your brilliant thoughts, crazy waiting, lovesickness, aging rings and drunken years.
A thousand years later, everything is a dream, and the mirror is full of water, which is a long dream.
How many people are drunk and dreamy, and how many people are locked in love for life? Why is love only about life and death? Just for dreams? "The night is as cool as water in day order, lying and watching the Petunia Weaver Star.
Under the bright sky, your clothes are fluttering, turning in the wind and shining everywhere. You lean over and pick up three words and say in your ear: I love you! The word "three words" has become a lifelong memory, and I was hit by you. From then on, I danced, wearing the shackles of gold, knowing that it was unbearable, but expecting to spin the most beautiful dance. I asked the flowers tearfully and flew over the swing.
You are far away, but your heart is close at hand, and what you left me is your farthest loneliness recently. You and I met in the deepest part of the world of mortals, and we didn't even have to ask each other's names. You are the most beautiful music in my heart. On a beautiful night, I spread the starry sky with euphemistic songs, and the stars were intoxicated and overflowed the rivers. However, "I am far away from you, and you are far away from me." Can you feel the painful call from afar, penetrating my heart and reaching your heart?
The elegance of white has burned out the ignorance of youth and the separation of years, just continuing to write a chapter of time. A person's morning and evening, a person alone in the gray space to write sad and gorgeous music!
My heart is shaking, I broke free from singing, and I only saw the shadow in my dream through autumn water. Who knows, if I can meet you in the world of mortals without parting, I will let my soul live in your bone marrow and never let love run aground again.
The world of mortals is like a dream, drunk, and last night was a dusty dream. I once sighed and smiled at the cloud. It turned out that I didn't have that chic. A wisp of affection, when to leave sorrow, how many mundane things are entangled. Who is not tired in the world of mortals? The world of mortals is not thin. Come and go, dreaming of the world of mortals; Sorrow, red dust tears. Ask Qingfeng how many dreams she has, and ask Mingyue what to do, but wait and see. A song of the world of mortals brings tears to the world of mortals, and rain scatters dust.
How many, the dream of the world of mortals, the road of the world of mortals. How many, the world of mortals is alone, looking back with tears.
Looking back, Ren has been scattered into a grave, incense ashes have been broken, pedestrians have gone, and I am homesick again. How can you know when you meet in a hurry in the world of mortals? You once caught a glimpse, drunk my life's dream, but lonely all my attachment in this life!
Dream of the world of mortals, accompanied by lonely songs. A person sings acacia, a person wanders, lacks nothing, and falls silently.