White silk thread and green hair make your eyes picturesque.
Looking at each other in a trance, I have nothing to say.
Fu's moment became an eternal moment.
The lost years turned into tears.
Holding the pipa is close at hand, but out of reach.
Looking back at a prosperous time, it is as prosperous as a epiphyllum.
Red cinnabar Zhuo Fenghua Qingcheng Yan Yinjia
Peach blossoms turn to the lonely noise.
It's even colder at night, empty and silent.
The mountain and river scrolls have also been yellowed and weathered by history.
I've been worried about you all my life.
Before the flowers bloom and under the moon, the sky turns yellow.
Langya Pavilion produced Zero Moon Company.
Holding the pipa is close at hand, but out of reach.
Looking back at a prosperous time, it is as prosperous as a epiphyllum.
Red cinnabar Zhuo Fenghua Qingcheng Yan Yinjia
Peach blossoms turn to the lonely noise.
Kill for you, kill for you, take the world.
I have no complaints about subverting the world and struggling in life and death.
The truth of the oath collapses.
Looking at each other from a distance, there is nothing to say.
It's even colder at night, empty and silent.
The mountain and river scrolls have also been yellowed and weathered by history.
I've been worried about you all my life.
Before the flowers bloom and under the moon, the sky turns yellow.
The years are picturesque.
2. Romance-Sparkling Poetry
The wind blew off flowers everywhere.
I can't taste all kinds of flavors.
I haven't sung for many years.
Sad smile, happy tears are just the opposite.
Flowers bloom and fall, flowers bloom and fall, and the world is prosperous.
Can't understand vicissitudes of life
Can't finish seeing the magnificent scenery.
Worry about past lives, worry about this life, look back and experience glory.
I can't count the sobs.
I can't tell you how many times I miss you.
Life after life, the full moon is missing.
River maple, fishing lamp, and eternal dark sleep
Facing the waning moon alone
Counting Qian Fan year after year.
Laugh and sigh the past blowing in the wind, disillusioned.
Yesterday's whispers have all disappeared.
How many earth years have passed?
Lying on your side with water on your pillow (it's amazing to sleep in the cold wind at midnight)
How many whimpers did the snowflake fall on the screen?
Endless promises are hard to tell apart.
Crying is endless, and life is short.
It's hard to look back, don't sigh, don't worry about reunion.
How many thoughts have the waning moon and the rising moon aroused?
Smelling the faint fragrance is also true and false.
I can't stop laughing and joking.
How many years have passed since Qian Fan tried to put out the residual light?
3. Sandy Echo
The pond is clear and blue.
Spin around in circles.
That attachment is still withered by the breeze.
Flip through dreams that care about each other
Not as long as heaven and earth.
Every article emerges like a green one.
The patter of rain echoed with whispers.
As beautiful as your beautiful sigh
Whispering on the wet ground outside the city
I find you beside me cold and evasive.
Farewell to a vigorous love is nothing more than seeing who has become a cocoon.
I can't go back if I win or lose the game with you.
A low-key sketch filled my breath.
Look back at you at the end of my rope
The pond is clear and blue.
Spin around in circles.
That attachment is still withered by the breeze.
Flip through dreams that care about each other
Not as long as heaven and earth.
Every article emerges like a green one.
The patter of rain echoed with whispers.
As beautiful as your beautiful sigh
Whispering on the wet ground outside the city
I find you beside me cold and evasive.
Singing a vigorous love is nothing more than seeing who has become a cocoon.
I can't go back if I win or lose the game with you.
A low-key sketch filled my breath.
Look back at you at the end of my rope
4, lane rain-echo
It is said that there are many stories in the ancient city.
Hide in the outline of the city wall or in the corner of every alley
Somehow, I suddenly felt a little sad.
The sky is gloomy and the rain can't escape.
Like splashing ink, the rain continued.
Blurred the mood in front of me
That shabby trace
Like talking about memories.
I have never forgotten my caution.
What rain has it rained in the alleys of the city?
Yellowing thoughts, the Iraqi dream is hard to last.
Vaguely colorful fireworks were scattered all over the floor.
Wandering Forever is a worldwide song.
What rain has it rained in the alleys of the city?
Love in the world of mortals is easy to grow old but difficult to do in a previous life.
Sadness, separation, parting, loneliness.
Loneliness is a sigh.
It is said that there are many stories in the ancient city.
Hide in the outline of the city wall or in the corner of every alley
Somehow, I suddenly felt a little sad.
The sky is gloomy and the rain can't escape.
Like splashing ink, the rain continued.
Blurred the mood in front of me
That shabby trace
Like talking about memories.
I have never forgotten my caution.
What rain has it rained in the alleys of the city?
Yellowing thoughts, the Iraqi dream is hard to last.
Vaguely colorful fireworks were scattered all over the floor.
Wandering Forever is a worldwide song.
What rain has it rained in the alleys of the city?
Love in the world of mortals is easy to grow old but difficult to do in a previous life.
Sadness, separation, parting, loneliness.
Loneliness is a sigh.
5. Forget the dust-Isabel
Birds live in the world.
Listening to tears, misty rain and sad flowers crossing the river
When the moon is full, the residual light is like fire, and people can't get together.
Lonely and without a road
Things are hard to change.
Look at the flowers and say goodbye.
The cold window dances lightly, and the jade strings listen to themselves.
Loneliness and anxiety
Ask who cares about parting in the world
Send me a thousand lovesick tears.
I can only meet you in my dream today.
Who is your heart reading at the moment?
If the cloud is easy to disperse, both ends of the magpie bridge are eager to see through it.
How many smoke waves were wasted in Jiang Hai's farewell?
Things are hard to change.
Look at the flowers and say goodbye.
When the moon is full, the residual light is like fire.
Lonely and without a road
Ask who cares about parting in the world
Send me a thousand lovesick tears.
I can only meet you in my dream today.
Narcissism is far away at this time.
If the cloud is easy to disperse, both ends of the magpie bridge are eager to see through it.
How many smoke waves were wasted in Jiang Hai's farewell?
6. Small Town Story-Isabel
There are many stories about the town, and each story is different.
It's called throbbing. There are many explanations, you and me.
Joy and sadness Everyone is lonely.
What did you leave behind and how much did you take away?
Love and hate only because of me, it gives the moonlight clarity.
Joy turns from song to ink.
As if waking up from a dream with tears.
We meet and part, and it is difficult to predict our joy and separation.
The gurgling river and the leisurely singing.
Why ask about joys and sorrows?
The story of a small town is often exposed with the travel itinerary.
Who goes through and through your chest and mine?
Fireworks are like dreams, but they still twinkle.
If you lose something, you must always look up and pursue it.
Love and hate only because of me, it gives the moonlight clarity.
Joy turns from song to ink.
As if waking up from a dream with tears.
We meet and part, and it is difficult to predict our joy and separation.
The gurgling river and the leisurely singing.
Why ask about joys and sorrows?
Love and hate only because of me, it gives the moonlight clarity.
Joy turns from song to ink.
As if waking up from a dream with tears.
We meet and part, and it is difficult to predict our joy and separation.
The gurgling river and the leisurely singing.
Why ask about joys and sorrows?
7. Flowers of a lifetime-Bella
It's half open.
Try to say it doesn't hurt.
The wind caressed her gently.
Dewdrops will fall
She's smiling. She is dreaming.
Dreaming of who can meet her.
Get down on one knee and smell her gently.
Like a pure fairy tale
There is no sandstorm in your eyes
The more butterflies, the more elegant the face.
Heard some lies.
I cann't believe I blushed
Thank you for sending half the flowers.
Dare not meet her in the mirror.
Along a wrinkled cheek
Has the rainy season come?
She doesn't sleep. She can't sleep.
Waiting for wildfire to come to see her.
She tried to escape. Where are her feet?
Surrounded by the end of the world
There is no sandstorm in your eyes
The more butterflies, the more elegant the face.
Heard some lies.
I cann't believe I blushed
Eyeful sediment
The colder the weather, the hotter the color.
Da feng nei Li dance bar
Come on, yellow.
8. Painting-Bella
Draw you in my heart.
No one can take the first photo.
Even though years have tampered with my beauty.
You are still the sentimental teenager you used to be.
The story between you and me is just a scratch.
Lovers have changed their appearance.
But I will try to be brave, even if I persist in pain.
The madness of the remaining memory
don't forget to
Don't want to know the truth
Because I want to be your shoulder
Draw you in my heart.
No one can take the first photo.
Even though years have tampered with my beauty.
You are still the sentimental teenager you used to be.
Let your bones tangle all night.
The gossip of the world, who loves who comments.
Don't worry about life and death.
If it weren't for you, I would have survived.
The story between you and me is just a scratch.
Lovers have changed their appearance.
But I will try to be brave, even if I persist in pain.
The madness of the remaining memory
don't forget to
Don't want to know the truth
Because I want to be your shoulder
Draw you in my heart.
No one can take the first photo.
Even though years have tampered with my beauty.
You are still the sentimental teenager you used to be.
Let your bones tangle all night.
The gossip of the world, who loves who comments.
Don't worry about life and death.
If it weren't for you, I would have survived.
If it weren't for you, I would have survived.
9. Musician-Audio Monster
If you send a love to this string sound.
Polaris echoes it in the distance.
Take this paulownia piano out for you.
I played so hard again.
The man who untied my ankle.
Walking in the palace with a strange accent.
I turned to look at you when I was playing the piano for the king.
The first feelings are hidden in the strings.
Moonlight often goes to hometown.
How much to send back?
Swallow the spoonful of hot porridge you fed me.
These years can pass quietly.
Lights shook all over the capital, listening to the rain.
The night wind blew away several ripples.
You listen to me practice this song outside the door.
I'll prepare a hemp fiber for you.
The sound of the piano entered the homes of ordinary people.
Some people laugh, some people cry.
I also shed a tear in the depths of love.
With a broken string of homesickness.
You fly out of the window frame with your fingers like a butterfly.
Fly over my fingertips and forehead
Breathe just because you become quiet.
Blow out the light and let me hug you.
The winter solstice king put me back to my hometown alone.
I looked back at the palace with my harp on my back.
You are humming half a song that we are familiar with.
Mixed with your deep sobs
It's a long way to my hometown.
It's a poem that people can't finish reading.
Write the music of joys and sorrows, and play it for you.
It's sad what it means to be involuntarily.
Moonlight often shines in my hometown.
I am a fish put back into the pond.
Thinking about the spoonful of hot porridge you fed me.
This memory ends here.
These years have passed quietly.
Gusu City, Jiachen Zhang 10
What spring is outside Gusu?
Come to the lake at night and ask each other
From Changzhou Garden Green to Hemen
That Yunta is the king and grandson.
Tabby scattered dust in the Six Dynasties.
Jiuchongmen is very cold.
Once a landscape, once a courtier.
A garden full of sounds.
The breeze in the garden blew away all the powder.
Quxi Mountain Residence, does Miss He hate it?
When the medicine in Yiyuan smells good, you will be drunk. Pour a glass.
There are 230,000 books in a single pen. Read and report your kindness.
Nianbai: Fortunately, I can remember it vividly all my life, so why leave a name for the dust and snow?
Spring breeze and spring breeze passengers, thinking of you, thinking of old age.
The sky is clear and shadows are flying.
Excited pen Qian Qing will ride the wind
Look at the moon in the blue waves.
Imitate poetry and laugh at fishermen.
In Lin Lan's paintings.
Together, the clouds are Yunlong.
Listen to the rain and wind coming from all directions.
Sit with who?
Cold mountain is separated by a long clock, without a trace of wild snow.
If you ask where to go, the river lamp shines on the bridge maple.
The mountain pond is ten miles beautiful, and the plum rain divides the dragon.
Reed boat hope you cherish, two don't send each other.
The stage is still beautiful.
However, it has fallen into the grave.
Dreaming in the park and meeting each other happily.
I'm afraid it's a dream
Talking about the past by candlelight.
Two or three sentences about covering your hands separately and again
No princes, only princes.
Gusu City in the coming year
These are some songs that I have often listened to recently. There used to be too much inventory to move out one by one.
/playlist/1188335 The above are some things I sorted out.
If it's still not enough, you can leave me a message.