Remember when you looked back and smiled, the whole city was fragrant for a hundred days.
Flying flowers are floating, dresses are dancing, and how many feelings are flying.
The sleeves are flowing, the fingers are condensed, and the clear water is floating away from the hubbub.
In the world of mortals, I searched for thousands of Baidu. Looking back on the Millennium, I fell in love with Iraqis.
Since then, I have dreamed several times, but if I didn't hold my hand, tears would splash on the flowers.
Flying flowers are floating, dresses are dancing, and how many feelings are flying.
Who set off the red candle * * * to make a glass of wine, lingering and drinking, this life, only Fu Junxin.
Who wrote it but recorded his feelings in a book, only remembering the past years.
Love is stronger, the edge is like the wind, the brocade is slightly cold, and the cold sleeves help the sick.
A long way to live together, a few hate parting, beautiful scenery, treat people with pity.
I stand alone on the edge of clouds and water, looking at you, the person I can't ask, the frostbitten flowers are blooming in my palm.
I've been singing this song all my life, and I'll wait for you to make peace after I fade away.
Look at the clouds and waves on the cliff, the wind rustling on the cliff, and the pear blossoms are still falling as they were then.
The purple account is a finger and a cry, which is hard to forget.
Sword burial is a wound, and the mind is innocent.
The sword rises with misty peaks. In the distance, you can see the smoke falling from the kitchen, the flowers falling and dying, and the dream is like Long song.
The dream is wet and empty, and residual leakage is shocked by knocking at the clouds frequently. A cup of turbid wine is ugly and the world of mortals is thorough.
I spread thousands of beads all the way, and when I woke up, it was already dust.
The Qinhuai River is cool, the stone bridge is swaying, and the thrush is flying in the rain and falls on his window frame.
In the previous life, Wuyi Lane was empty, and the osmanthus trees in the north wall were full of flames.
White temples are wrinkled, bamboo sticks are long in hand, birds are hissing, and the north wind is barren, leaving only the eyebrow line company commander.
Playing the piano with sleeves, the seven strings are exquisite, and the rain is hazy on the reed boat.
Fingers on the world of mortals, slightly drunk smile, Long song, on the bright moon, drinking in the breeze.
Ling Hua's bronze mirror is cool, adding fragrance to the eyebrows, leaving the daylights out. I just hope you are healthy.
Get drunk with him, peach blossoms fly, and secretly draw symbols on your face.
At night, the voice outside the window, the candle shadow shines on the dream soul, until I know I am alone.
Snuff was injured and fell to the ground one after another. When he came home, the mountains were vast and foggy.
The shadows are in pairs, but it's a pity that the two places have been exhausted and they are buried alone.
Peach blossoms and laughter in the spring breeze are hard to find. Where are you together? How can you be together?
Draw an axis, the iron fan is white by day, looking at the world of mortals, blooming like bamboo shoots, and the night is like me.
After a hundred nights, who turns the lantern for me, who leans against the door to watch the fireworks for thousands of years.
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.
I miss you, become a candle, and my tears are burning. In the past, Tang Yan drifted today.
Looking back, standing on the bridge and looking up, I only saw peach blossoms flying all over the sky.
Originally, there were colorful flowers everywhere, which seemed to be for the broken well and the broken wall.
Who held my hand and made me crazy for half my life; Who, kiss my eyes, cover my half-life displacement.
Who touches my face and soothes my half-life sorrow? Who, with my heart, melted my half-life frost;
Who, holding my shoulder, drives me to be silent all my life. Who, call my heart, cover up my life.
Who abandoned me and left me alone? Who can understand me and let me have no regrets in this life?
Who can help my arm, unparalleled through the ages; Who can pour my heart, an inch of land is empty;
Who can bury me and laugh at the emptiness of heaven and earth? My heart is crazy.
Looking at your smiling face in front of me, my tears still fill the whole winter. After I turned around, I could never find the lost promise.
Whose love of life and death is painted in the world of mortals? In the end, I can only keep the same face. This is a thousand years.
Who buried the promise of a lifetime in front of your grave?
Looking at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, sadness is flowing, but it can't hide the mottled time.
Who caresses my hair, who owes me the price of my life?
Fall in love with the country, but also for who overthrew the world?
Why can I still see your face, when the wind and sand are full of wet eyes?
Who will accompany me to back in the game, who will accompany me to the end of the world, and who will bear my young life?
Who is looking for the face in the memory of past lives in the broken world?
I hate morning flowers and autumn, but I was drunk and only landed.
You are in the south and I am in the north. Who said: The moon is full, sunny and round, and flowers bloom and fall?
What withers is the beauty of flowers, what falls is broken tears, and what is irreparable is the sin of past lives.
For whom do you dedicate your life, and for whom do you carve the waiting for a thousand years into eternity?
Give you the tenderness of the whole city and love the displacement of my life.
I have shed blood and tears for you for a thousand years, and I will take the world away for you.
Whose finger, is your delicate face flowing?
How can you miss today's world without the flowers of the month before and after?
The promise of Sansheng VII is only for a memorial service.
Who will lead me when I am obsessed with the Millennium?
Use my life to be desolate and your life to be happy.
Once the oath has faded, who is still waiting for my return at the door?
You don't know the strength of wine until you are drunk, and you don't know the dream until you wake up. It turns out that it is also a kind of pain to watch the residual flowers wither.
A thousand years of waiting, just for one sentence: my love has long gone.
One-way trip, one's morning and night, one's youth.
That unforgettable promise, to whom does that moment sound like rain?
Burned-out elegance, for whom to turn into a flower on the other side?
The sun will rise again tomorrow. Can we meet at the corner?
When tears turn into rain, at that moment, whose oath can be reincarnated?
A smart pen can't write sad paper, and a pale oath can't resist the forgetting of years after all.
As the years passed, Jia Rong was dyed red with blood. Who can rule for you?
Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.
Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.
Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are.
This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
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.
Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.
Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River covered the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Change your life with my three fireworks.
I am young, and I am young.
The street is long and there are many fireworks. You look back with lights.
Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
Who finally broke the string, the flower fell on the shoulder, trance blurred.
How many beauties have been worn out and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood-stained ink to cry in chaos.
The vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is gone. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
Let him know everything and smile for you.
Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that.
Whoever forgets each other first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.
Once upon a time, there were tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.
When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.
Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.
Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are.
This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night;
You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
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.
Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.
Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River covered the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Hand over the mountains and rivers and smile for you.
Several sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, life is up to me.
After a fleeting dream, I went back to Qushui to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
The fog cleared and I woke up. I finally saw the truth. This is the silence that Qian Fan spent.
At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore.
The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.
Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation;
Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.
That's it, mountains and rivers will never see each other again.
Never look back, why not? Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names.
Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.
My heart is moving, but I feel far away. Things are wrong, people are wrong, things are wrong, and the past cannot be traced.
Maybe it's the marriage in the last life, maybe it's the fault in the next life. Meeting in this life will only increase fruitless resentment.
One day goes by every year, and autumn goes by. One generation urges the next generation to get together and leave, one is happy and one is sad, one is lying on the sofa, one is looking for a group of acquaintances in life and one is dreaming. He will know each other for a while, play for a while and sing for a while.
Always born in a casual year. Look back at the other side. Even if it is found that the situation is longer.
A kind of forbearance is actually a kind of strength, and a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.
Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.
Drink a glass, drink snow, and be at a loss for another year.
Turning around, a wisp of Leng Xiang was far away, the snow was deep and the smile was shallow. Will you fight me in the afterlife?
A flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.
The fate of dust has always been like water, and it is rare to shed tears. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.
Who should be robbed by whom, who has been obsessed.
If you run wild, I will accompany you with wine in my life.
If life is just like the first time, being a Taoist is not the same.
In me the tiger sniffs the rose. After the feast, I was in tears.
The moon is pale and the wind is bleak, and an ancient pipa sours the attachment of this life. I miss you at night, and the moon is dripping and the night is full. The trace left by the slightest sound collides with my inner stupidity, and tears overflow my eyes, flowing wantonly, like a string of crying.
Thousands of feet's drinking makes him lovesick in the quiet night, so it's hard to wave a ray of affection. Fragments of the past, into a lifetime of sorrow. Unforgettable, long-lasting thoughts are torn into silk thread. I hate that I can't sleep at night, and my thoughts are scattered everywhere. I cut out a thin Leng Yue and remember it vividly, forming a continuous relationship.
Tonight; Walking in the moonlight, let the past fly and fall on every string, touching the sound like a complaint. Missing in the soft and broken arms pervades the night, turning into a low voice, lingering into a thin sadness, hiding in a corner of the night, full of faint sadness, and falling in a silent place.
Lonely stars are broken, dreams are broken, and clothes are cold. 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; Being drunk is not enough 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.
Autumn water is long, and the sun is like blood. Looking back on the past, sadness and joy, laughing unparalleled, whispering dreams, light pity on the pillow, picturesque and like a dream. Your grace crossed my eyes, turned into a curtain dream, sprinkled on the soft moonlight night, gently evoking countless concerns; In the past, all kinds of feelings were soft, but they still fell on the eyebrows, tender and lingering, and fragrant; Gentle and full of poetry, released with the night, but left shallow tears on the face.
Forget when you are drunk, why bother; Pity the quiet night, the shadows are bleak. We have known each other for thousands of years and love each other in this life; If you can't move, you will have a lot of worries, and tears will flow first. On a young night, string your warm words together and fold them into Tang and Song Dynasties, laying a good foundation for tonight's writing. A kind of love can only be sent in a dream, and I, like a butterfly in a dream, dance in the slender moonlight, waiting for the dawn.
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. Let a cavity be full of lovesickness, floating in the wind; Any warm drizzle kisses the coolness on the lips; The cold moonlight reflected in the eyes, fragrant.
Night white gauze cream, dreams are lingering for thousands of times. In the cold fog and smoke, the flowers fall and wither. Full of acacia, flying with sad love words. Meeting, parting, suddenly like a dream. Like wind, like frost, like a dream. A tear fell on the rock, leaving a scar. Perhaps, parting is just a long journey in this life, and the gentleness of Sansheng Shishan is my concern in this life, with no regrets.
In this life, I follow the ancient legend and sprinkle withered petals for you in the tunnel of time. In the brief lingering of this life, string the most beautiful memories into melodious melodies, just to commemorate the most beautiful meeting when flowers bloom. And I, just forgotten in an eternal dream.
I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are in harmony, but they dare to break with you.
The so-called happiness, gorgeous emptiness.
I recommend going to the antique bar or something. There will be many.