2, before the moon falls, the flag looks at the long river.
3, turn blood into ink, you paint smoke waves and bury me.
He wrote too many lonely words when he wrote serial.
5, Chang 'an Xu Fei, graceful ring, passers-by drunk.
6. I suddenly realized that I was frivolous in my last life.
7. He was unique in his life, and he closed his eyes and was sad all his life.
8. It turned out that flowers were everywhere, as if they had all been given to that broken well.
9. The voice outside the window at night, the candle shadow shines on the dream soul, knowing that I understand that I am just a person.
10, I miss you turning the candle and crying like rain. In the past, Tang Yan drifted today.
1 1, peach blossoms smile in the spring breeze, no matter how hard it is to find, where and how to get together.
12, Zhu Ting folding fan, I made Xiao Lv laugh wildly, and I laughed at it in Qingming Festival.
13, drunk with him, peach blossoms flew to Xi, secretly doodling on your face.
14, Dan Qingjuan, iron fan is white by day, looking at the world of mortals, flowers are like bamboo shoots, and nights are like me.
15, turn around, stand on the bridge and look up, only see peach blossoms flying all over the sky.
16, I didn't know how to pick stars until fireflies danced and slept.
17, the bronze mirror in Ling Hua is cool, adding fragrance to the eyebrows, and the soul is gone. I just hope you are healthy.
18, the withered grass crosses the sunset, and the half-city willow flute is half-life. Waste green wax is like a ruby, full of clothes and no memories.
19, the wind is blowing, the water is full of flowers, and the bell is ringing at the corner of the cornice pavilion. Remember when you looked back and smiled, the whole city was fragrant for a hundred days.
20. Who painted the landscape with ink and dyed the sky with blood-red satin? The past finally fell into a gray haze, and the years in his eyes were dim.
2 1, injured by snuff, fell to the ground one after another, and went home, with misty mountains. The shadows are in pairs, but it's a pity that the two places have been exhausted and they are buried alone.
22. Last night, it rained in Mao Mao in the small building Guitang. I stood on tiptoe under the umbrella, and the poem was wandering and green. Why don't you drink three or two Dongli lanterns and put the wine in asking for the moon? What about the moth?
23. In the past, yellow hair hung flowers and sat around the hall, and the family got together, gossiping and laughing. I forgot all my romantic feelings, and the Jinbei did not change the rough tea at that time.
24, under the eaves of flowers and algae, Sydney will be fried, from the total angle to you and me. The sky is pale and blue, and it is drizzling, but I only see a few words on the stationery for a while every year.
25, from the grain, you can get two or two wines; The sky is changing, and my heart is full of mystery; The vicissitudes of life have gone and the sword has fallen; Years old, the world is pitching, but two fools.
26. After many years, the velvet snow whitened your eyebrows, brushed my shoulders and landed in the ancient well of the east maple. You mumbled a familiar sentence. Stranger, don't look back when you cry.
27, * * dancing under the moon, each with a bust of flowers. It is difficult to form a pair of shadows if they are tilted alone. Life and death are across the river. Who can solve the scenery on the other side? Autumn is getting colder and colder, and it's hard to enjoy it by sunset.
28, one hundred thousand nights, who is for me, a green lamp, who leans against the door to watch the Millennium fireworks. There are few stars at night, who holds the lamp for me and who waits for the loneliness of the Millennium by leaning against the door alone.
29. Oil-paper umbrella walks alone with memories, and your eyes stay in the west wind of the ancient road. Play a song in my heart, I want to hold your hand and walk together to the end.
30. If the afterlife is too far away to send a promise, it is better to learn to let go of many obsessions. With this broken sentence, mourn the years. Old, and heaven remains our neighbourhood, who will gather joys and sorrows?
3 1, Top Gun is a little sad, and it is difficult to keep a few friends. Looking back, I was intoxicated with laughter. Laugh and exclaim that you are poor, and the ancient madness is empty. Blunt knife, broken dreams.
You have been wandering in the world for thousands of years, but only let me see you for the last time. The fire ran out of time to describe this face. Don't leave me alone and die in my dream.
33. The mountains and rivers have traveled for you, and the memory is far away. Let it go, wind and rain through the years, lingering in the world. Mo Wen has a long way to go. Write a book about the past, a crazy volume.
34. How to make lovesickness owe each other if you don't meet or fall in love. Rain is like wine, there is no sunny feeling, and the sunrise is still there. It is a clear thing to be silent all one's life, to be happy for two people, and to have no music for three strings. It's hard to see you again. If you see me again, the moon will become round.
35, shallow to desolate, light to closed, the past is even more melancholy. Nothing unusual. He sings in Chang 'an, and the moonlit night is always ambiguous every year. Ten dreams of Chang 'an, in a colorful dream, forget it.
36. In my dream, I am your xia. Everything seems to have really existed, and I came here with fragmentary memories. By the last night when I decided to leave, you appeared, and it was too late to see all the lakes and mountains.
37. There are so many causes and effects in the world that it is too late to tell them all. I should be a passer-by in Lugu Lake, opening and closing heaven and earth. Those who have met forget how to be free and easy after waking up.
38. Who is singing the song of that ancient country? I sang from cold to warm, and my tears dried up. Those passers-by from Yanchuan sang long-lost happiness. Can a foreign land be as clear as snow?
39. In my dream, I was holding a bowl of highland barley wine, and when I turned around, I found a bonfire outside my dream. I can't hear you. Who are you singing for at the moment? I don't have much luggage, just to solve the problem. The moment the boatman berthed ashore, it seemed that I was in the Jianghu in my last life.
40. It suddenly began to rain in Chang 'an, and it rained heavily. I lost my way in the panic crowd. Turn away that year, the sound of running water from the river bank in the distance, whether the village is still there. Thousands of miles away, looking back in disappointment.
4 1, after the cold rain, a guest wore a light robe and smelled of peach blossom, which seeped into his throat. Fang Fei is as old as ever, and string songs flow with the water. Which pipeline is Xizhou? He said that in this life, the prodigal son or Hou Qing always wasted too much time.
42, the eternal fame is not self-proclaimed, and will eventually flow away. The past is like catkins, and I can't live without my hometown in Bai Causeway. It means a game of chess. Prosperity was destroyed before it was built. I still remember that there was a night attack before it rained that night.
43. The middle of nowhere and the middle of nowhere, whoever misses it, is doomed to leave the life outside of reincarnation. The dusty moonlight in Zita Law in the Millennium suddenly became like yesterday. I don't know who I am, because who sings the songs on the neighboring shore, so I am still lonely.
44. Who can read Mo Wen's preface? Chaohu Lake is affectionate, Jimo fireworks are warm everywhere, and piano flowers and peach blossoms are flying all over the sky. If life is full of joy and death, there is no regret. Huainan Mausoleum was ashamed and resentful, and in front of the Phantom Temple, he made a white-headed wish and held hands with a sigh.
45. When did the bride in the alley go blind? Bai Rushuang changed her sideburns. Who asked her how many pairs of children she had and who she was waiting for? The new tea in the cup is cold, and the pages in her hand have turned a few chapters, and her eyes fell on the wall of the old city. Some old things are lingering, and whose youth is engraved on who.
46. When the green carp came, the smell of Chunxi was broken, and the pear flowers planted by hand were pale yellow. When the summer is quiet, the new pears are gradually drooping, and the oriental female companions are invited to pick fruits and return slowly. In the old year, the branches picked fine snow, but now the leaves of rouge pears fall, which is lighter? Grass color two or three, gently sip the fragrance of spring wine.
47. The lights are like the past, and the bright moon is like the first sight. I was outside the palace wall, raising my glass to the sky. Distant drum music, distant Chinese New Year, distant life. Fireworks can be pitied, but the knot is difficult to dissolve. I will worry and get drunk. As old as new, this round of palace moon, according to me to what year?
48. Outside the South Yard, the phoenix tree is fragrant, and the autumn rain rings the lattice window. Fishing by the river is quiet at the beginning of the night, with a bright moon and a cold pillow. Wind and dew thin clothes, fiber core candle. Talk about a lamp for a pair of me, two glasses of shadow and two glasses of frost. Vaguely, people face into the cloister and clear a few lines of poetry. Suddenly I feel that the building is empty, annoying and long.
49. People who have experienced old injuries overlap, and later people are hoarse. If there are endless words, the round pen copybook hides the front and only catches up with a snow. Go with the flow, sometimes inadvertently, sometimes inadvertently humming, colorful middle road broke the lights. Qian Shan is deserted, leaving only you and me, reminiscing about the snow in Wild City.
50. I thought misty rain only stayed for love, and it could keep raining. The wrong separation is waiting for you, even if you turn back, you can't keep an extra pen in the paper. I thought the mountains and rivers were only for you, and I can bring the case to Whitehead in this life; In a previous life, you waved and shook hands. The moonlight is soft and youthful, shining on me. In the moonlight, there are too many worries and too few dreams.
5 1, let this eternal snow melt the love and hate between heaven and earth. I'm ignorant. I don't know fate. When the breeze blows the flowers into residual red all over the sky, let the snow brush your eyebrows gently. Let this erratic wind blow away the peach blossom tomb. I am too light to write. Who else can wade through the emptiness of the years for you? The sea has been told by Sangtian, and only a pot of Tu Su wine is long and strong.
52. As time goes by, fate is unbearable. I've turned around several times. Looking around the world, a person holding an umbrella, from south to north. Lotus wine, a mouthful of Zui Xiang, messy thoughts, two lines of poetry. Love is also difficult, hate is also difficult, unforgettable, brewing into a regret brewed with lotus flowers, drinking an intoxicating cup of intestines, and waking up to find that I am not around. With a wave of my hand, I jumped out of the paper and the lotus was brewing. Where is melancholy? Who can be safe?