I have been in my arms for many years for you. -
Owe me a gentle, how many years, bitter wait. -
Years are unbearable, people are quiet, and their faces are pale. How can we ban it? -
The world is far away, how can it be far away from my long thoughts, and how can it be close to your heart and my heart? There is no gap between them.
Where are you? Heaven and earth to pursue? -
Your news, your breath, if you know, please give me a telepathy. -
The night is deep, my heart is colder, my thoughts are burning, and my lovesickness is burning. -
If you don't believe in fairy tales, there is no way out. The sea of clouds is boundless, and there is no return. -
I don't believe in the ruthlessness of the sky. I am cold in the cold palace. I endure watching the tears of the sun. -
Moon rain, moon tears and moon thoughts turn into downpours, where is the cold rain and wind, and where is the poetry and soul flower.
Crying at the sky, I asked in a broken voice, how can this feeling be as hateful as the sea? Half moon, old scars on pillow, eyebrows, full of stains. -
How like fireworks scattered, how like catkin light? It hurts my heart a thousand times, and the soul of a flower poem has no tears.
An empty building with a half-closed door, the afterglow of dusk, the sound of Western jackdaw in the west, the figure of a stranger is close at hand, but I can't see you. -
Lock the eyebrows tonight, will there be Feng? I was surprised to take pictures and touch my clothes, which were wide and gaunt. -
People are thin, the soul is thin, poetry is thin, dreamlike, it is difficult to hold hands, but the most helpless is Xian Fan Lu. -
The heavens and the earth are beautiful inch by inch, falling inch by inch, and flying flowers are flying in red autumn, so that people can not worry about flying. -
I think you have no intention to keep your face clean, so it's hard to be silent and powerless. Difficulty. -
I have always believed that people can't follow you to the end of your life, but your heart can accompany you for a long time.
Unexpectedly, after the third spring, it turned into a dream, the wind and rain hit, the desert was cold, and the idiot left forever. -
The red chamber is still red, and the piano is faint. Where is Hongyi now? Late, thin, miserable, you wronged me, the world is evil, evil, evil! -
Sadly, I rushed to the night man, skyshatter river, flowers left, falling, falling, falling! Go, go, Leng Yue in the Red Chamber, full of frost, scars and blood. -
Empty, white, where love is sent, where the soul goes, who listens to my everlasting regret, yellow rain, cold night, banana, residual lotus. -
There is pity in front of people, and the dead are late. -
The clouds are like Iraq, the moon is like Iraq, the clouds are pale and the moon is hidden, and the rain falls on the window. -
The result of the meeting was that there was no appointment and the return date was broken. I bowed my head and shed tears. I shed tears on the pillow. -
The long stream in winter, the long stream in summer, and the heartbreaking spring stream in autumn. Please give it back to me for a while. After dusk, is the tenth reincarnation enough? -
Ask the breeze, the mountains are heavy and the water is heavy. How much does it weigh to get to Taoyuan Road? -
When you cross the broken bridge, you can see Hongyi in the depths of autumn. There is still no infatuation, offering sacrifices to hibiscus. -/
I shed tears for Sang Ni, who knows me? I shed tears here, sacrificed Hongyi, breeze, breeze, and took me to Qingyun. -
I flew to the Peach Blossom Forest, found the immortal grass, and read The West Chamber under the Moon: How to get close to Huo Po, but I didn't see the man in the moon. -
Fairy hall, fairy pill, red curtain and red love continue every day. Come back, come back, it's too cold to stay high. -
Come back, come back, oh, the deep soil is cold, the deep water is ice, and the deep coffin is too bleak. Come on, who's going to add clothes and jade? There are two places that are very cold. -
Ask the floating clouds, what should I do, turn this body into a butterfly into a light smoke, into a fragrant soul, meet the spoony soul, and continue the unfinished relationship of the former alliance. -
Ask the moon, what should I do, but I can get back that person's love and voice. If love was in those days, people would be as warm as when they first met. -
The breeze is silent, the night is silent and the dusk is heavy. -
Clouds don't answer, sad rain, heavy rain. -
The bright moon hides its face, the shadows are chaotic, and the red is fading. -
Breeze, floating clouds and bright moon have sacrificed the soul of poetry helplessly. ...