1, pass between become friends, wind and rain boat hand in hand with each other, sunset time far away, happy often true friends hard to find, invite you to taste the wine on earth, *** wish friendship forever.
2, zero zero three books, dancing girls enchanting flow of years, rouge building with Jun Mu. The three lives of the end, the heart of the negative. The empty sweeping eyebrow knit, flower face geometry withered. The life of the floating broken, dream hold dance.
3, you said the green stone alley, lilac umbrellas; later broken bridge snow, no chance to see you again.
4, the smoke and waves do not move the shadow of the sinking, the blue color of all the green color deep.
5. The wind dances with the moon, and the dream falls among the flowers. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The body of the end of the world, the only drunken greedy pleasure. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. Relying on the window, let the wind blow, see the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you again flicking the jade flute, drunken plucking love strings? Looking at the millennium, the prosperity is scattered, but I have not changed my heart. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
6, think back to the year, plain clothes surprised the flow of years, water sleeves dancing limp ...... and then look back, frost stained jade face, think of the gentleman a thousand times.
7, if you can, can accompany you for a thousand years, a thousand years just want to favor you a smile of the city; if you are willing, willing to accompany you for eternity, eternity just want to stay in your green silk white. The face in my heart like a lotus blossom bloom and fall, the remnants of the sun emblem ink, whispering micro-lan, a few Yangtian, a moment to open the fireworks in the sky. Whether you are still sitting in a mile-long pavilion, Qian Qian jade finger, rolled and the wind's warmth, painting a corner of the green sky, up the Mekong waterfront.
8, how many people have heard the concubine love the king, to the end but into the arms of others, they also become the past.
9, the red face is far away, the pain of love, a few times, difficult to pay. The yearly love of a hundred years to cross, not chopping the lovesickness can not bear to care.
10, last night at midnight, the pillow clearly dreamed. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. The old peach blossom face, often low willow leaf eyebrow. Shy also half happy, want to go and yi yi. I know it's a dream, but I can't help but feel sad.
11, where the banished immortal, no one with my concubine white snail cup.
12, only in the dead of night, I can live a little better.
13, time, the concubine abandoned in no one's square.
14. If the sky gives me splendor, I will be more crazy than the sky.
15, my concubine in the thunderstorm under the eaves, a little bit of afternoon Jun call.
16, my concubine seems to have been no longer like Jun's stupidity.
17, have me, you only used a blossom moment; forget you, I used the whole fall.
18, Linxia, the wind and clouds do not directional, the air produced by the wet into snow, floating ah, floating into thousands of homes, floating to my door; I was here, it drilled into my cochlea; I closed my eyes, imagine that it is in the cochlea like a naughty child, I opened my eyes, raise my head, I use my fingers to have been turned into water it lifted above my head, in the sun it happily left, as if to say: goodbye.
19, I have seen the most affectionate face and the softest smile of the king. In the midst of the hot world. Lights like to give the ability to live with my concubine.
20, if love has not come, if the dream has not been broken, if the heart has not hurt, then my concubine, whether it is still June know that my concubine.
21, assuming that the sparse dark clouds fade away, the moonlight from the head to radiate a muddy light, that is just to let my heart to your . The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good idea of what I'm talking about, and that I'm going to do it.
22, rain, do not hide the loneliness of the sky. Pattering with some monotonous and tedious sentences, endlessly to the earth to tell the winter of the depression and harshness. The negative with the window has drifted down like a hundred chatty, a hundred helpless. With such a night seems to have no good feeling, but also careless, happy to go back and forth in which, let the emptiness of winter wantonly devour the time of a minute a wonderful, wantonly infected with the pallor of a person's heart.
23, Naihe Bridge, clear water, the ghost of Yang; forget the side of the river, the blue wave cold. Sorrow, such as the snap of the fingers, a cavity of turbid tears, sinking and floating in the past life gathering and dispersal. Wasted years have no words, only the remaining hate in this life; time as shear, cut, a long sigh. Cold, loneliness, long standing in the wind, willing to be dried up by the wind. Under the eaves of the fine rain, I can't stand it, and I can't stand the smoke at the end of the flying hill. The past is like smoke, which waits for, the strong, the ancient laughs.
24, the bright fading ashes, rekindle the same fireworks, just full of debris, in how to put together, is ultimately a different one. The splendor of the lively rendering of the sadness of the landing, empty night, very dark. Wandering people, the back is very long, lonesome hurt whose eyes, care for Yi's eyes, should not be bet back to the tears of the sockets, hold back the words of you and me! Love, do not love, bitter too much, numb. One of the sighs, the pain breaks the bowels of the leaning tower.
25, listen to the sound of the word Du, persuade people to return.
26, cloud light wind, dark star moon, comfort me a world of heartbreak, pale paper, sharp nibs, to solve my world of displacement. Walking on the song, light smile, a cloud, a wind, a star, a month, a paper, a pen, a person, a world, in the face of the prosperous world, when the dream wakes up, leaving sadness in vain, a long time, who accompanied who in a world, and who solved who sadness locks?
27, will be the past years, think into the untouchable poignant scenery. A wisp of silk around the fingertips, for you to touch a song of the bright moon thousands of miles to send love, your beautiful face beyond the rolling red dust in the flashy. The river maple fishing fire, the sadness of the end of the world, trivial memories collected in the untouchable time and space. In the yellowed scrolls of the poems containing the fragrance of flowers blandly. Your hair, however, in the wind drumming, quietly sneaked into my soul, around get three thousand love silk not exhaustive.
28, the sky is not divided into southeast and northwest, people are not divided into men and women, old and young. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
29, the sunset no one in the pine path, the ghost fire high and low bright and dark.
30, the old rain broken Jiangnan, under the umbrella of people independent, long streets long, shadow wandering.
31, brocade satin, curtain dream, a paper of love ink.
32, to be er green silk into frost, silent convergence temples, but see the smoke and fire appendage, has long lost the old confusion.
33, Ganquan sweet, line Mingsha eye pole. The thousand years of style and elegance, dusty silence, brocade painting wall.
34, strangers to the young man to get the flute, shocked the heart of the secret promise, the cliffside chivalrous blowjob, in exchange for the sadness of the broken heart.
35, glazed comb caressing silk, painting the heart of the heart of the obsessed not obsessed, fluorescent mirror reflecting the empty boudoir, crossing the water trekking mountain return not return.
36, the autumn water will be late, the cloud breaks the south return goose, a paper green mountain, but there are thousands of red dust.
37, I folded the flowers, Danqing all dye, but the city is less than. The first half of the world, the empty fall of joy.
38, a few more broken pieces of flotsam, through a curtain of smoke and rain fell in the lonely branches, hidden and visible; a few more old faces, in the rolling red dust in the look at the tears fall like rain, a song of sadness, only to end up with a red dust looking at each other in the indefinite future.
39, the most tender and decisive fall had swayed. The night is fading in color. Before the break of dawn to wash away all the sins.
40, in the prosperous red dust, you are destined to be a passer-by, the previous life to repair the edge, in return, a brush. Drunkenness and poetry, your words, no one understands. Your appearance, laughing and proud of the present and the past. And I, thoughts into ink, for you to write thick and thin.
41, I bring a sky full of stars to give you, but I feel that the stars are not as good as you.
42, the rest of his life, please teach more, I do not know whether you are willing to cook with the little girl to talk about the old.
43, I'm not talented, I can't talk and laugh with the girl, I don't know that the girl early to the heart of others.
44, even if the flashy three thousand, not as good as your smile show face.
45, round and round and back to the original point of time, thought the time is not old, we do not disperse, who knows steeply look back you have disappeared. Even if the end of the world, this life is not destiny, but also hope that the color of the sky is warm you smile still. --I'd like to give a gift to my former self, our former self.
46, your hair has stayed and waist, but did not know that piece of heaven is I fight for you.
47, drink the moon a thousand feet, silent night into the lovesickness, difficult to swing a wisp of love. The past fragment, into a life-long reading of the sadness. The thing is unforgettable, constant nostalgia pulled into the roots of silk thread. The night is hard to sleep, sprinkled with a ground of nostalgia, cut thin a bend of the cold moon, counting leaping in the eyes, knot strands of love.
48, the world drunk, vomiting blood a world of love, the world obsessed, unrepentant love.
49, as long as the dream soul can meet again, can not contemplate the dream is not made by people.
50, wish to get a human heart, white head never leave each other.
51. The line to the water is poor, sit and watch the clouds rise.
52, who cares about the fragrance? I'm not sure how much I'm going to miss it.
53, this world is the Huangquan strangers also walk with you hand in hand, this world will never give up you alone.
54, if the parting is for the next reunion, then the yin and yang are separated from each other whether it is for the next life of renewed love.
55, walk alone in the maple forest, wood fall autumn Dan, carry song this autumn. The hustle and bustle encroaching on the mortal world, the autumn maple soughing dance drifting all the reincarnation of the obsession, quietly fall to the nirvana dust, rebirth and return to the truth. The veins of the falling leaves are the memory of the vicissitudes of time, and the promises of the Huashu are the Danfeng's unrepentant drift away. Late fall, forest road, Dan maple, Ruoxiao wind blowing, tell as much as the promise of each other, who read?
56, he did not regret meeting with him, and did not complain about why in the end he was protecting himself. Wu Qi he just hated himself can not earlier recognize so personal, can not earlier accompanied by him, then perhaps he is not now so character, at least, he can see each other a few more times the smiling face, the number of times is not much, but back to let himself feel warm smile.
57, the red wedding dress did not wear to her body, a lifetime of vows did not promise her.
58, if everyone's fate is a star, in this moment, as if the fate of all people are just a little insignificant flicker. People live in the world, like grass, even if the stars fall like rain, all fall in the wild, but it is just a flash of light, the only remaining thousands of years after the slightest sigh.
59, the day I return to the world, all the rebellious ministers should die!
60, wandering alone, sitting is not allowed, standing is not, Si Yi mute, brush a dust, but also.
61, the heart is like a falling leaf, the wind leaves traces. The cold wind whisked off a land of silence, flow through the years, mottled memory, drifting down in time in the prosperity.
62, the end of the world but a drunk, looking back to the broken dream, only to feel the glass brittle.
63, the cycle of life, the world does not regret. The only thing that is left is the love of the world. I hope that the heart like my heart, will not be responsible for the meaning of love.
64, ten years of existence and death, no consideration, from unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolate.
65, whether it is, each person as long as he was born who is the most colorful.
66, walking on the road, we encountered not only the earthly scenery, in this noisy dust, we all need to have a place for themselves, no matter whether we have no one to love at the moment, we also need to try to be a lovely person.
67, you open your lips seem to want to sing all over the evil, said "I want to be with you".
68, can not long companion, do not embrace.
69, the bamboo leaves in front of the window, the wind folded.
70, from this day in the South Tower, sideburns since this time white.
71, the little girl is not talented, not with Mr. West Building lamp, all cardamom thoughts, all in an empty moon.
72, a burst of rain, a cold, understand is the wrong heart, people are difficult to understand, negative people sea, don't be heartbroken, the story of the past, cherish a few people to see, Naihe shore, Manzhushahua, a song of Ayala, a wind, Naihe edge, the cold on earth, juvenile affairs, the heart is uneasy, people are uneasy, Naihe humane to understand, right and wrong, the tenderness over a cup of tears, a cup of the system of goodbye, to take the past, to cherish the love, the tenderness of the paintbrush, Naihe on earth, no destiny, who cut, years past but the The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what is going on.
73, bamboo fence and thatched roof, light smoke and grass village.
74, a wisp of smoke, stay in the mountains, write who painted the flow of years, the end of the limp, the story of the smoke wave, the autumn moon is like a picture, now at hand and the end of the world.
75, people said the sea water is deep, not worth half of the love. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.