Two? I've been looking for spring for half my life. Just smile. Do you want to keep a cat?
Three? I met you in the spring breeze in February, liked you in the summer when cicadas were singing, fell in love with you in the autumn, and I want to forget you this winter. (-Ai Ai Ai Xi ~)
Four? Staying up late is just an accessory to loneliness, and night is just a place where I store my shadows. (kukang)?
Five? "People like tea. They have to endure the high temperature, and the leaves go from floating to sinking, from tumbling to relaxing. How hard is it? " -I hope people are like tea. Although a leaf is dyed in clear water, it is fragrant. (Ji Nan)
Six? That night, the moonlight was beautiful. The moonlight falls in the water beside my porch, sparkling like a gorgeous white practice. She shook a small fan and sat by the window near the water with me, watching Bo Yun Fei fly across the night sky, which changed a lot. (Black Moonlight in Lv Xian)
Seven? From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon. (Zinser number 10)
Ba Mo has crossed the blue and white flowers in the water, so it is too late to take Xia Hong home. On the first day, I went to pick bamboo, and Sang Ma was buried by the wind. Youth is fleeting, time changes, and acacia is half wrapped in a robe. Ten miles of peach blossoms are accompanied by years of love, and the crown beads move forward. Sandalwood blows jade to change its appearance, and the empty building is free to make fine gauze. The astrolabe is black and white, leaving only one bud tea. If I see the scenery in my heart, I will pray to heaven step by step. The floating years make people old, and that romantic smile has become a kind of fate. (I'm drunk)
Nine only think about the candles at dusk, the warmth of the day covered with snow, and only let go of the truth. Today, it is difficult and full of nostalgia. Today, it is sad and sad. (I am also skilled)
There is a Chang 'an City in everyone's heart. It takes many people a lifetime to realize that they have never been there. I can't help sighing how good Chang 'an is. Some people say that both individuals and themselves are from Chang 'an. The story is about Chang 'an. There are 300 songs and poems in Chang 'an, which are full of joys and sorrows. Just like ten Chang 'an dreams-fields, in colorful dreams, they are just called human arms. Storytellers shake their fans to talk about Chang 'an, the bluestone street, the rain falling outside the court, Chang 'an Chang 'an. (Whale Fall -wX)
Eleven o'clock candlelight, two pages of books, three clusters of Phyllostachys pubescens, four lattice windows, silver moonlight, breeze passing by and bamboo shadows whispering. On New Year's Eve, there are five petals of red berries, six diamond-shaped snowflakes, colorful glazed lanterns and octagonal lanterns. It's still early at night, and fine snow is falling, drinking with flowers, laughing and recalling the past. Whether it is bamboo or plum, the ten-fold gauze curtain is full of clouds, the rising sun is scattered in the clouds, and it is just a dream. (Anonymous)
You no longer avoid the wine mixed with romance, you have a girl in your heart. Your robe has also been lifted, and rouge is fragrant in your arms. Through the wind that I love you, you began to wander and run wildly in my soft heart. Every evening I hear your distant flute coming from horseback. When I fell asleep, I married the girl who was dressing at the bridge. You bypassed me to reach the colorful clouds on the branches and kiss the girl's lips. I shed tears and you smile. You don't love me anyway. (Hey, it's me, it's me)
Thirteen, you are my warm gloves, cold beer, sunny shirt, and my dream day after day. (Walkman, Xingjun)
I saw the Milky Way teetering before my eyes and quietly turning into the sky. The bright clouds in the sky are silent and beautiful. At that time, the sky was clear and cloudless, and the summer breeze was blowing gently in the sunset. You have a guitar, and there seems to be light in your eyes leading to another world. At that time, we were all confined to our studies and the unknown future. We sang, danced, cried, struggled, and walked like this ... (Southwest Voice)
15. Everything has been stung and grown, and has been thrown by the sun, and now it shines on me. The insect runs in the dream, the spring thunder sits on the floor, and then looks forward to the mountain and the rain, so it is no longer, leaving only the vegetation deep. (Moon You Jie Branch)
Sixteen cities and a half are full of smoke, sand and blood. How can guests sleep in the clear rain? Looking for Iraqis in thousands of miles, I didn't see Luzhou month that year. (snail shell under the tree)
Seventeen, you can't answer what you know, and you can't say what you know. I've been looking up at the stars for a long time. I searched in the fog, but there was no result. You left me in the wasteland of love, but you didn't show me the way home (show your heart)
After all, you have become a ferryman, not suffering, but enjoying. When I seriously explained to you what Lan meant, you put down your paddle and looked at me silently. At that moment, I felt that even if I stayed in the middle of the Black Sea, even if the mountain fog dissipated, I was willing. Then you drop your eyes, gently stick the tip of your hair on your chin, and whisper that your happiness is all sadness. I am like a blind, deaf and mute, and the cold water on the boat is like a sword. (Oyster allergy)
19. I want to be a wandering poet with wine to drink. I will wander on the clean grassland and never meet a violent werewolf. I will occasionally wander into the kitchen to smoke and beg for wine, then wander to the next village, say hello to the woman who has been waiting for my husband for a long time, prevaricate and laugh, and pass by the shoe store. I will buy the shoes you like and keep them until I meet you. I'll ask. (Mai Siwei)
Twenty, when the flowers are blooming and you have never been here, I will love everything in the world after you check for no news. (I hope you are gentle)
Twenty-one, you said that the drizzle is slightly awning, and the bird bridge looks far away. Later, I took care of my dance and covered my clothes deeply. You said that spring scenery was full of green sleeves and red incense, but later you built the West Wing and stood quietly beside Qing. You said it was soft and breezy, and you were drunk and thinking. Later, you closed the doors and windows tightly and became a ruin. You said how to forget each other, but my eyes turned slightly, and it was bound to be frosty. You said that the flowers in the south of the city are blooming and the autumn colors are dying, but I don't see a beautiful woman, and the flowers in the south of the city are dying. (Anonymous)
They are eager to grow up and then lament their lost childhood. They exchanged health for money, and soon they wanted to use money to restore health. They are anxious about the future, but ignore the happiness of the present. Therefore, they live neither in the present nor in the future, and they live as if they will never die; It seems that he never lived before he died. They are ourselves. (Monkey. Body)
You passed by like the wind, and at the same time, you crossed the ocean, waded across mountains and rivers, and slept till dawn in the embrace the darkness, which surprised me. I crossed the end of the wilderness, which was a deep valley. I wish you were on the other side, but you just jumped at the risk of your life. Unfortunately, you failed to catch the cliff and fell to the bottom. Nobody remembered, and then they were silent. It's okay. I just want to see you, that's all. (Pockler Coke)
There are two kinds of treasures in this world, one is that I didn't care, and the lost memory made me cherish it more and more in those endless years. There is also a kind that once cared about it, and even after losing it, it still cares about it persistently. Over the years, this concern has been precipitated to the extreme, turned into reminiscence, and made it more cherished than then. (Good people have no morals)
Even if there are more stories like stars, they are just things that have passed away. In the end, they are all put into a small bag called Xin, which may push each other, but as long as the bag is not broken, it will always sink in it for a long time and settle down at a certain stage. (The North Hall is white at night)
Twenty-seven, he was full of light, so suddenly faded and became a dust in the universe. I tried to recall that he was covered in light, but I couldn't remember anything. Later, I found out that it was the light in my eyes when I first met him. (induced by)
Twenty-eight warm spring breezes passed through the clouds, leaving a narrative. Young people who read poetry and prose are standing on the sunset glow and facing the gentle moon. My heart is a quiet mountain forest, hiding your thoughts and mine. (Moon You Jie Branch)
Twenty-nine, you, don't worry about the soul. This is a great event for the gods. What you can do is some small things, such as loving time, missing your mother, being as quiet as morning, and being as naive as morning. (Qi Xuanwang gnaws his horn)
You must cultivate some hobbies, not empty and distant goals, but real and even vulgar eating and drinking Lazarus. Must-wake up and know what to do at least today. Go to the hottest noodle restaurant downstairs for breakfast, water the potted plants on the windowsill, catch a newly updated new fan and chat with an old friend. You must accumulate this tiny expectation and happiness so as not to be dragged down by distant dreams and uncontrollable love. (Thirty-year-old brother paddling)
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