1, not all the lovesickness blood and tears throw red beans, open endless spring willow spring flowers full of paintings.
2, the fragrance is not in the stamen, the fragrance is not in the calyx, the bone in the fragrance.
3, to dispel the sorrows of the more sorrowful, only afraid of waking up after the wine broken.
4, a song of Yangguan, the sound of broken intestines, alone on the fence.
5, the sea is bright moon, the end of the world **** this time!
6, your path, from now on do not see my old age.
7, straight to see all the flowers in L.A., began to *** spring wind easy to leave.
8, pedestrians can not bear to listen to the crows complain, flute Guanshan leaves wind.
9, the car is far away from the horse, thinking of the gentleman Ruoxi can not be forgotten.
10, is the reality abandoned fantasy, or fantasy memories of reality.
11, the heart like a double silk net, there are a thousand knots.
12, the light is not better than the boudoir hate, line line sit sit dai brow save.
13, you line more than ten years, lonely concubine often alone.
14, refused to paint the hall of vermilion, spring breeze from the poplar flowers.
15, just realized that, originally, I have been just a person.
16, the thought of looking at each other without kissing, the sky for who spring.
17, makeup, whispered to ask his husband, painted eyebrows depth into the time without.
18. I would like to be a double swan and fly high.
19. The embroidered arm of the piano is a symbol of a gentleman's hall.
20, there is no once in front of the flowers and moon, how to come today's thoughts of the end of the world.
21, spring heart Mo *** flowers compete for hair, an inch of love an inch gray!
22, hate, but like spring grass, more line more far also born.
23, spring silkworms to the death of silk party, wax torch into gray tears began to dry.
24, the beauty of the rolled curtains, sitting deep knitted eyebrow.
25, condensing hate to the remnants of the sun, remembering the king, you do not know.
26, in front of the building, the green dark portable road, a willow, an inch of tenderness.
27, the handful of hand crying oblique sunshine, heard the neighbor's husband and son-in-law return.
28, looking back, that person is in, the lights are out of sight.
29, afraid of being alone, and your ambiguity, so that I can not distinguish the so-called love.
30, want to send colored paper and ruler, mountain long water know where.
31, the king chose the color of jade, the bed in the golden screen.
32, the beauty of the sunflower intention only sunrise, Gracilaria lettuce heart all decay.
33, the wind a more, the rain a more, rave broken countryside dream not, the old garden without this sound.
34, spring as the old, people empty thin, tear marks red overflowing shark raw silk through.
35. The sun rises in the east and the rain falls in the west.
36, in the sky would like to be a bird with wings, in the ground would like to be a branch.
37, failing me, regretting to pity you, sue the day does not hear.
38, the gentleman in the sky, the concubine long parting.
39, sentimental since ancient times empty hate, this hate endless.
40, cut constantly, reason is still messy, is the sadness of separation; not a taste in the heart!
41, a hundred birds to build bridges, star dreams to pass the book, star language wishes, Tanabata with you long companion!
42, the new knowledge by the thin custom, the old good isolation good fate.
43, more sad, poor fall to, silent more bitter.
44, you know, is Shanxi will be planted, once tied to the poetry alliance.
45, people are strong and healthy, Qing Zun Su Ying, long wish to follow.
46, a little less predetermined expectations, that care for people will be more comfortable.
47. It is the sadness of destiny, or the pain of reincarnation.
48. The river is full of worries, and the sky is far away.
49. The sky and short karma, gathering and dispersing is often easy.
50, you have to hold on to my hand, do not be absent from my future.
51, Zhuangsheng dreaming of butterflies, Wangdi spring heart to cuckoo.
52, for Yi pin people emaciated, the belt gradually broaden the end does not regret.
53, only step by step the end of the sea, the road no return, frost full of face.
54, the candle red for the world, mountain color green back to the dream home.
55, frustrated with the autumn wind, emaciated the end of the world, the beauty of the grass complains of late.
56, the night is long to get thin love to know, the beginning of spring is early by the lovesickness dye.
57, not afraid of the silver steel deep show households, only worried about the wind break clear clothes crossing.
58. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff that you have to do.
59, cardamom tip of the old hate, ten years of dreams can be surprised.
60, the most off love leakage sound is forever, dark broken intestines flower shadow steal shift.
61, a branch of Yan Lu condensation incense, clouds and rain Wushan in vain.
62, love is only in: lilac branches, cardamom tips.
63, always a kind of bleak, very emaciated, still have a good sentence Yan Tai.
64, inch by inch, inch by inch, inch by inch, inch by inch, inch by inch, inch by inch, inch by inch, inch by inch, inch by inch, inch by inch.
65, the swallows resigned to swan south soar, I think you travel more broken heart.
66, the end of the dusk tears a few lines, a piece of crow crowing moon.
67: I want to put my heart on the yaoqin, but I don't know much about it, so I don't know who will listen to me when the strings are broken.
68, ask you can have a few more sorrows, just like a river of spring water to the east.
69, always in the unconscious years of life. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. Even though I found that the light is long.
70, meet a drunk is the previous destiny, wind and rain scattered, floating where.
71, I regret to be a businesswoman, concubine life when the lucky husband.
72. When will the lucky man arrive, and when will you think about it, you should not meet each other?
73, how to go, I can really walk into your heart.
74, the sky is not old, love is difficult to stop, the heart is like a double silk net, there are thousands of knots.
75, the mountain far sky high smoky water cold sentence book /, lovesick maple leaves Dan.
76, look at the cherry blossom sky, sadness in the flow, but can not cover the mottled years.
77, the moon color into the high building, lovesickness two sadness.
78, the king's favor is more delicate, the king's pity is not right and wrong.
79, Guan Guan Ju, in the river. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
80, there is no place to eliminate this love, only under the eyebrows, and on the heart.
81, if life is only like the first time, what is the matter of the autumn wind sad painting fan.
82, fan, fan, the beauty of the disease to cover the face.
83, the Yangtze River waves of tears of the conscripts, a night of the west wind **** white head.
84, the most is the earth can not stay, Zhu Yan resigned mirror flowers resigned tree.
85, from the farewell, remember to meet, a few times the soul dream with you.
86, but also the pearl tears, hate not meet when not married.
87, the red bean is not easy to see, full of tears of lovesickness.
88, looking at the husband, the river is long, turned into a stone, do not look back.
89, the beauty of the golden ladder out, the hand from the basket.
90, fish and geese are lost to the end of the world, and then believe that the human world is bitterly parted.
91 This love can be recalled, but at that time it was already lost.
92. The door to the courtyard is closed when the flowers are silent, and the beauties are standing together in the Qiong Xuan.
93, you have to remember, that year and that month, the willow purple strings Luocheng East.
94, when you return to the day, is the concubine broken heart.
95, what is not lovesickness, river WeiweiLong bamboo.
96, the dream is broken and the heart wants to be broken, the sound of the horn blowing down the plum blossom moon.
97, the most bitter idle sorrow, do not go leaning on the fence, the slanting sun is, smoke and willow broken heart place.
98, broken no bees and butterflies Mu fragrance, red dress off the heart of the bitter.
99, Shaohua not for young people to stay, hate long, when to rest.
100, the fallen flowers have been style before the dance, the water is still only east to go.
1, butterflies love flowers, flowers love butterflies, flowers wither and butterflies how to return? The love that comes and goes in a hurry, don't leave the sadness again. The entangled love, in time, thinning out, thinking of each other into dirt, I have become a fall in the heart. Not for the momentary meeting, but hope that time, for a holy love, promise a permanent.
2, flowers bloom only for butterflies love incense, pieces of red dark with injury. This life, I came from the rain, clean up the dust of the world; this time, I will release the dust, bloom in the sky lake and sea. The past as old dreams, memories of a lifetime lock window. The sky is also tears hit the banana, hard to part with the bridge by the side of the stage. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
3, there is a kind of beauty, in the flow of years, fragrance, that is the quiet posture. Walking quietly, quietly listen to the sound of flowers blooming. Smiling, the hand of the light of day to hold up the heart, time, any a touch of light smile moorings smoke and fire, any attack of low eyebrow vivid years of flowing water, any pen flowing out of the warmth of the words.
4, long than the eye, lingering look at each other. The love pulse, said in the morning and evening. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at me, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at me. I'm so happy to see you, I'm so happy to see you. It's hard to talk about what I'm thinking. The orchid and the laurel are fragrant, the tortoise ages and the crane lives. I will be with you for a long time.
5, I stand on the other side of the shore, but can no longer touch the real temperature, the years slowly frozen, gradually melt, and finally leave no trace, along the thoughts of you carved in your bones, traveling in the crowded dusk. Silently bowed his head, walking slowly. Those faces emerging from the crowd, who let me stop and stay?
6, a gust of wind, a season of leaf fall, a ride mood, a sign of ink. The years, is a bouquet of undefeated flowers, singing endless songs. Life is a poem that can't be finished, can't finish the road.
7, that shallow autumn, flower color serenity, gradually shriveled leaves silent. You stand in the long days of autumn water, the wind is a Yi Ren, water is a go is Yi Ren, that season, the end is the flower with the flowing water to go not yet. There is no one's vow to promise each other, never separate, and finally still in the water of the river to look at each other forever.
8, just want to do a colorful not to seek the name of the stranger flowers, not demon not incense, Cang old naive. Faintly open in their own garden, do not mind the loneliness and loneliness, do not mind a little bit of desolate autumn color decadence, in the moonlight practice white water like autumn cool, open to their own look. I don't care if you appreciate it or not.
9, the spring rain, fine and continuous. Spring rain accompanied by spring thunder, with the spring wind, pattering drift. Spring rain such as silk, such as fog, such as smoke, such as tide. Through this wisp of silk, everything in the world depicts a faint, muffled sketch, hidden and hidden, like a dream.
10, four years of time, all in the past, this goes to life long. The first time I saw this, I saw the whole thing, and it was all about the young man. The night is far away from the mountains, the evening wind is bleak, blowing all the pain of separation. The world is full of divergent paths. Jiangnan rain, the wind sent full of Changchuan. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
11, this evening, I no longer remember. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it. Weak body floating with the wind, silent sinking. The only thing I can say is that I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm sure I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
12, that was shallow footsteps, warmed the sandalwood ink, in the pure white paper, blooming; with the beautiful dream, sweet poetry; in the quiet good to see the curtain fall, the clouds rolled, quietly enjoy a person's spring flowers, autumn and moon; in the quiet, tasting the years as water, listening to the years as a song.
13, line stops, life as a duckweed. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get the job done, but I'm sure I'll be able to get the job done. I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to do that. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it, but I'm going to have to do it. The song is over, the prosperity is cold and clear. The painting pavilion depicts gold, waking up in a dream. The right love, the wrong fate, the real heart. After that, how to call the name.
14, time such as smoke, curls and misty, dancing with the wind, the lost years back to play back, the blurred shadow gradually clear, missed the people and re-stood in front of the eyes, still well, still spring, still blossomed strangers, still green eyes and face. The fragrance has not been exhausted, the smoke has not disappeared, the clouds have not been dispersed, the soul is still there.
15, snowflakes are dancing elves, snowflakes are beautiful angels, I think it is for love. In order to a beautiful encounter, it interpretation of the bone of love, with lotus-like feelings to tell the love of love, with the life interpretation of the pure and unrepentant love.
16, flowers blossom, the four times change, life as a book, read endless. Life is like a scene, the solution is not finished many times, we are always unknowingly in the bottom of the heart to laugh and read others, read other people's pride, read other people can't call their own a few pounds and two pounds, for no apparent reason to magnify their own advantages or extreme depression pessimism.
17, in this world, no one can really empathize with another person's pain. You have a thousand arrows through the heart, you are in pain, but also just you a person, others may sympathize with, may be contempt, but never clear your wounds actually festered to what kind of situation.
18, there is an umbrella held up for a long time, the rain stopped also refused to accept; there is a bunch of flowers smelled for a long time, withered and refused to lose; there is a friend, I hope to do permanently! The friendship open, is an umbrella, can cover the wind and rain can block the sun; the friendship gathered, is a heart, can warm winter can cool summer.
19, whispering years, laughing at the years. There is a kind of gaze until the breakup, only to know is attached; there is a feeling, until the parting, only to understand is heartache; there is a mood, until sleeplessness, only to find that it is lovesickness; there is a kind of destiny, until the dream wakes up, only to be clear is eternity.
20, through the years, writing time, this season flying rain, enchanting this vein of lovesickness, so that the paper lotus whisked away the heart vine dust! I just want to live in this Zen idea of the day in the quiet, if you know the end is disappointing, why not twist a wisp of love sent in the purple strand of red dust, envy that a once, a beautiful stay in the wrist, lush this flower season life.
21, turn the page of the years, every landscape, are nourishing the fragrance of flowers, warmth, a little bit of spread in the fingertips, the text of the sentiment, thank you for interpreting each of my heart, my world, you have come to me, I have already been full of joy, I was in the spring of March, listening to the sound of flowers blooming, the years, will be in a mark of the light smile in peace.
22, with a wisp of afternoon warmth, the words stored in the mind between. Mood as steeped in a warm cup of tea, so that it slowly stretch, slowly precipitation, sip, so that your lungs and teeth and lips left behind a faint fragrance, moist memory, gentle years, incense dyeing the flow of years.
23, everyone has a dead end, they can not come out, others can not break into; everyone has a wound or deep or shallow, covered with a cloth, thought it did not exist; everyone has a love affair, with heart, with love, with force, touched also sentimental; everyone has a confession, apprehensive, uneasy, but full of sincerity and courage.
24, a long love song, the strings of the heart under the system, the style of thousands of miles to come, flowers fall tree home to open, do not have to think about the amount of secret contempt of the sadness away. Empty emerald smoke wave, curls of curls of the end of the song, I promised with the king, the next year about him, the qin and the dance of the heart, the dance chanting Acacia, do not forget, from now on the two compartments of the promise.
25, a year of spring, peach blossom red who. The first time I saw a glance back, I met someone. A little rhinoceros, the true love gifted to who. A word of caution, the end of the world to send who. A bit of melancholy, fish book sent who. A curtain of dreams, who has read by the fence. A cup of cloudy wine, meet drunk who. A low singing, who has been in love with the talent. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it.
26, in the red dust, in the fireworks, in the dream, you will be like a flash in the pan, and then disappear. Maybe this is good, this is better, years later, finally realized that watching a near and far, and illusion and really quiet beauty, is a stream of life in the warmth of the warm current, enough!
27, after the end of the prosperity, we are ultimately strangers, the sky fireworks, ultimately with the passing of the years. Counting the smoke and rain, everywhere the falling geese are tears. Like you so strong far away, can not do. So they stood in the lost country, watching the time quietly flooded over the forehead, and finally finally buried themselves.
28, a young girl, a certain time, in the roadside pond, saw a teenager, standing under the willow tree fishing. That is a picture of what ah, a side of the pond, a pool of shining golden light of the water, a row of willows, a young man. The young man's body seemed to emit a golden light.
29, the footsteps of the years approached the depths of winter, the scenery of the three seasons of depression without a trace. Those who are green, fat, red and thin is no longer charming in front of the eyes, accompanied by a night of cold, the whole world into a colorless pallor. I'm looking for a trace of life sprouting up in the cold of this clueless winter.
30, the sky black, shadow swept, porch head people in the lights if; autumn water mountain, night from no, Lanzhou I do today for whom; a stringed zither, the water light wrong, a sail of the distant shadow of the green moon fall; a song up, a thousand gold promise, HUMA Tianya pale dome wide. The flowers bloom without words, the leaves fall without sound, the wind passes without shadow, the water passes without trace.
Beautiful ancient style sentences
Still can not move to drink tea, step broken this one, the world of fireworks.
In a trance, time is stagnant, and the years are quiet.
These are the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world.
In a trance, confused. I think of Fengtian Shenshui, rainy season, slightly cold early fall.
Since there is no turning back, there is no need to forget. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Sending you a song, do not ask the end of the song people gathered and dispersed.
Gangnam Style, Tianshui into a blue, heavenly teach wishes and body against.
Lamenting the tears of the red face and the death of the heroes, the world is full of pain. The mountains and rivers are forever silent, how can we be happy.
Through the years, I dreamed of returning to the water's edge to see the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
This is the way it should be, from now on, we will never meet again.
Opened the Hongmeng, who is the love seed? All only for the wind and moon love.
Begin to miss, that once held in the hands of the cool years, as well as that piece of brilliant rivers and lakes.
Look at the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon, constant silence; green mountains and rivers, generations of continuous; like in my heart, you have never left, and never changed.
In my dream, the river and lake are full of flowers, people come and go, and the world is full of splendor.
Miu space and time, the sea of people, and you meet, do not lose and do not forget.
That was covered by the years of blossoming, all the white horses have become blank.
Those prosperous grief into the past,
You did not give me a look back, but I always smile at you.
Your path, from now on do not see my old age.
You give me a drop of tears, I saw all the ocean in your heart
Have you always been so, quietly, gazing at those sun sinking and sunset, homeless sadness.
Those beautiful and stunning ancient style sentences
1, such as smoke time, stranger flowers low Wan. Peach blossom bias dye, light appreciation of painting, read the good man, leaning against the east wall. A turn, a trance, a moment, unbearable to see, the wind over the place all show the flow of years. Xilian Bridge under the wave of light swaying, a journey of smoke and rain encounter, light play encounter, light play pipa in the end of the world, a lifetime into your night chanting poetry line of the painting. Even at first sight, it is also extended to Fanghua, love you for a thousand years, hold hands for a thousand years.
2, the last look back on the Naiho Bridge, the last trace of love for the red dust into the pale cheeks of the two lines of tears. Tears into the Mona soup, stationed at the head of the three stone, the past life, this life, heavy reincarnation appeared in front of the eyes, thousands of years of ice, ten thousand years of loneliness, at that moment are returned to silence. The parting in the past life, the meeting in this life, the reunion in the next life. The first thing you need to do is to get the money to pay for it.
3, this life is not responsible for the love lead, flowers shake down the tears of the departed. I'm not going to look back, but I'm just going to get drunk for you. If it is not the depths of love can not help themselves, and how will a hundred turns of tenderness cold as frost; I will warm a pot of thoughts, will drink the past; wandering the ends of the earth, just for the red face a smile, but not all of this drop of thoughts, let a person's liver and intestines! If the real, such as false; I am crazy, I laugh.
4, red dust have you, red dust have me. In the heart rolled over a thousand times that one word, this shore has a dream, the other shore without worry. A flower blooms, a dream of this life. A flower thanks, a thought with the wind. The clouds are in the sky, you are in the heart.
5, the wind is full of buildings, the moon is shy, the shadow of the flowers move diagonally clear wave wrinkled, rippling willow soft. The eastern wind is the best way to send your love, and the cloud is the best way to reach your heart. The actual fact is that the actual actual people are not going to be able to get a lot more than just a few of them. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on this. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world. The west window light is thin, lonely shadow through the window. Spring love is thin, love is hard to stay. I knit my brows and stare at my sorrows, and I am emaciated in the mirror. Lift the hand, sigh hold lute tears, the youngest string sobbing, the sound of broken hearts, who understand?
6, want to keep each other, difficult to look at each other, people are the end of the world sad; love is easy to die, hate is also long, the lights of the people at a loss; line thousands of mountains, wading through thousands of water, Acacia on the road two lines of tears; look at the sky, sighing the moon, a single heart heart despondency; wine, the heart is also drunk, the shirt light sleeve dance fly; think of the autumn water, the idea of the Irena, at hand at the end of the world comparable to the mandarin ducks; love in the past, the present life, the debt of the red dust dream a cycle.
7, see, who is sitting under the linden tree, counting the full curtain of flowers that have been reincarnated season after season? The soft murmur, the sigh, the gurgling of love, flattered the rouge and the enchantment of the fragrance? Listen, who is in the three thousand red dust, gently playing a song of sadness strings? And who, intoxicated in the smoke and rain in the red dust, stained the earth's wind and snow, ripples of the past life and this life of love?
8, cloudy and light wind, the dark star of the moon, comfort me a world of heartbreak, pale paper, sharp nibs, to solve my world of displacement. Treading on the song, a 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, waking up from a dream, in vain, sadness, a long time, who accompanied who in a world, and who solved who sadness locks.
9, long street long, fireworks flourish, you pick the lamp back to see; short pavilion short, red dust rolling, I put the Xiao again sigh. The wind is a finger sand, old age is a period of years.
10, a tea, lingering in the red dust, the wind whisked, blowing down a cup of red dust, let the ashes of time, in the pages of the tea, quietly passing, turn a page to read, life, but also a play, the stage of life, you acted out their own roles, dancing, not for the stage to cheer and applaud, and not for whoever is sad and weeping, do not ask for what has been.
11, drunkenness is forgotten, why should be entangled in the family; can pity the silent night, the shadow of the words bleak. A thousand years of destiny to know, this life love melancholy; can not be carried, a lot of sadness, want to talk about the tears first flow. In the ageless night, stringing up your warm piece of broken words, folded into the Tang and Song Dynasty, paved with the words of this night. A love affair can only be sent to the dream, and I, into a dream butterfly, waiting for the dawn of the instant in the long thin moonlight, **** dance.
12, want to keep each other, difficult to look at each other, people are the end of the world sad; love is easy to die, hate is also long, the lights are out of sight; line thousands of mountains, wading through thousands of water, Acacia on the way to the tears of the line; look at the sky, sighing the moon, the shape of the heart of the single despondency; wine, the heart is also drunk, the shirt light sleeve dance fly; think of the autumn water, the idea of the Izzy, the end of the world is comparable to the mandarin ducks; love in the past life, the present debt, the red world of dreaming a round.
13, between the dream, sobbing, not to say, dashing rain spread, whose courtyard? Who's windowsill, silhouettes swaying, forgetting to drizzle, lights and shadows follow, leaving me empty wandering. Which can be lonely, pour a cup of wine, lift to invite the moon, empty drink dream, hard to sleep, pavilion in front of the leaf full of ground, as if the world, who with the lingering! In the end of the light, folding a section can not say, left alone, love with the wind drift away.
14, Nahe Bridge, the clear water, the quiet Yang; forget the side of the river, the blue wave cold. A thousand years of sadness, such as the snap of the fingers, a cavity turbid tears, sinking and floating in the past life gathering and dispersal. Wasted years have no words, only the rest of this life hate late; time as shear, cut, a long sigh. Cold rise, lonely companion, long standing in the wind, wish to be dried up by the wind. Rain under the eaves can not win the annoyance, the end of the Flying Hong swing cooking smoke. How many grievances are difficult, difficult, difficult; people into each, today is not yesterday, the sick soul is often like a swing rope; horn sound cold, the end of the night, afraid of people asking, swallowing tears pretending to be happy, hide, hide, hide.
15, wind and ink, backyard dust. 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. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at it," he said. The green silk stained frost, mirror luan sinking color.
16, only a glimpse of you, but a glimpse of a bland and far-reaching attitude in the world, light, light, by no means for the domination of all things, I am alone in the Maundy outside, the cicada shedding drag, I just want to hold the moon and long end. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
17, a year old year, a day without a day, an autumn and an autumn, a generation urging a generation, a gathering and a parting, a joy and a sadness, a couch and a lie, a dream of a lifetime, looking for a partner acquaintance, he will be a moment we will be a moment, that general acquaintance, blowing a moment to sing a moment.
18, the lights and shadows of the pulp sound, the sky is still cold, the water is still cold, the dream of silk and bamboo singing, outside the building, outside the mountain, outside the building and the mountain, outside the building and the people have not yet, the people have not yet, the geese look back, as early as the river of forgetfulness, the person who strokes the qin tears full of shirt.
19, back to that moment, the years are silent also let a person afraid, withered vines grow branches, the original time has been fluttering light rub, dreaming upstairs under the moon, stood on the brow of the same you ah, brush off the clothes on the snow, and side by side to see, heaven and earth is vast.
20, the path is far away, the dark fragrance slowly, water ripples, spots, the heart is confused, a single shadow moved. Once, with a flower bloom time, blooming with a lifetime of attachment, now, Tingting's pear flower branches, flower fall branch single, looking at a season of blooming lingering weeping into the sadness of the heart ripples of sadness: flowers bloom for who thank you? For whom do the flowers fall? A song of death through the pale blue sky light curls echo
21, the hands of the lens steady, between the millennium, a thousand years of dream break sentiment can understand, I do not know after a thousand years, whose face, remodeling at this time, the month is thick, the history of leaping out of the book, screaming heavy, restore a world of dreams, dreams of jin gao tie ma, hot blood war lords.
22, when the sun sets to see the desert desert sand, how many old trees and crows, broken souls at the sound of the wind, such as snow, to the twilight in the ten-face brutalization, counting the hearts of the people is difficult to count the will of heaven, burned all the sins of the fire, a hand without holding or hanging, is the dashing or can not be answered, robbed the ashes over the end of the moon in the sky, red face of the earth, but also the original illusion of dreaming in the vagueness of the eye, this half-life of the cocoon, only a short period of love in the morning dew, counting the final void is also difficult to wake up. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
23, the pen, pen writing around the finger, the soft intestine but Shaohua to go, is the previous life has been obsessed with, or you can not forget this life, the night rain in the Qinhuai River entangled droplets, who blew the flute, is the previous life owes you love, turned into this life love memories, the city of Jinling light XiaoShuXiuYi, the green silk for the frost and rain.
24, falling flower residue, red face far away, thick sadness pervades the heart, the meaning of love, difficult to pay each other, ghostly thoughts like water flooding, a waiting, is the life of the obsession, flowers, flowers, the cycle of unending, that cover the curtain to listen to the rain of the love of the woman, is not like this in the season after season of the pear blossom rain, locked the door of the heart, through the dusk of the countless, waiting for a beloved one.
25, ink rain drops scattered snow out of the end of the pen, ink on the paper lotus early dawn makeup, more and more intense is a text of the original clear water melt love history, ink pen book love poetry, the heart of the quiet say love, lotus out of the mud, people into the sea of love, Lotus contains flirtatious, people stained with ink, write all the chapters of the volume, still Lyric endless watery tenderness!
26: Imaging breaks down and the handwriting is thin, the silk exhausts the ink where to leak? The paper is yellow and the shape of the characters is still clear, the paper is wrinkled and the love is still identifiable, but the people have been with the wind and rain or with the rain and set the earth and go, the love has been with the people fade or at any time to go to sleep, and sighed a sentence of this love can wait to be memories of the past, but at that time it has been confused.
27, finger on the string sound flow, finger under the strings, ten fingers interlaced play. The water melts the clear sound, and the wind rolls the sob, the birds articulate the notes, the flowers are drunk with the sound, the jade dew contains the sound of condensation, the shadow of the flowers has been floating, a few on earth, a few in the sky, a few in the water, the water is quiet, the syllables are pointing, the notes are weak, the river spring water finger pops on earth and sky a few sadness, finger pops the world of cool and a few melancholy.
28, the moon alone sleepless, the heart is full of things, what think what to rely on what to remember, this night again is the curtain rolled west wind seat in the people alone hurt long. Moon hidden people shallow dream, worried, what dream what see what feeling, tonight again is the breeze dream fall into the snow people alone fear dream. The moon is falling, people wake up alone, roaming sadness, what is sad, what is worrying, what is sobbing, this evening is again a broken dream shallow sleep natural awake refused to go to sleep.
29, the years Huaban, life Huazhou, the world Huasheng, grasp today, in time, withered Huayu gave him a trousseau locked which buried those emaciated face has no need of rouge and powder. Tired of the bustle, look down on the Chinese dress, but lingering in the Chinese world, in no one understood the sadness of the sacrifice to remember the past.
30, the body of damask silk satin suit, purple hairpin Cui Feng tortoiseshell ornaments, do not envy brocade screen in the painting, do not love antique beauty appearance, do not like the earth's pearl color, do not love the jade onyx color. Only look at the years, only write the years, only laugh at the years, only sigh the years. The only thing that you can do is to copy and describe, and hold the pen in your hand, and write about the end of the world, only the heart of the zero fall.