The name of the bridge is Naiho, and the river is Forgotten River

In this life, no one can bypass. There is a bridge, named Naihe; a river, called the River of Forgetfulness . Tang Dynasty poet Anonymous poem said: "The other bank of the flowers bloom on the other side of the river, forget the river also forget the river. The Naihe Bridge is empty of Naihe, and the Three Lives are written on the Three Lives Stone."

The stone of the three lifetimes, I am still the same. Wish, accompanied by three thousand drunken laughs, do not tell the sadness; remember, beauty like jade, sword like rainbow, broken void; pity, fleur-de-lis over the word word sadness, love is difficult to think about. The realm of flowers, water and moon in a snap of the fingers, he smiled and drank Mengbo soup. She does not shed tears of beauty! And the rain and smoke and rain two not win, heaven and earth the same sadness. If there is an afterlife, for the king of the city, this love, who understands!

If you shed tears for love, it is because you really love, and, love is very deep. Emotional pay seems to be so natural, without any external material rendering, quiet and fragrant. For the love of the tears of the people that are concerned about the emotions, and in it to pay sincerely.

Like a person with her together, the time old enough to use, but not with her together when the time is always inexhaustible. Like a person, with her together, there are always endless topics, but not with her together, but lazy to say half a word. If you like a person with her together, the expression will be more than enough, but not with her together when the expression is usually only one: miss.

I know, with you is happy; I know, in the years of the water not be stranded is how lucky; not all the chase can be dream come true, not all the dreams can swim away from the years of experience; life to carry too much, the lights and wine in the song and dance, hurt the bones of the Gang Gang wind and rain, when the tender wings due to the heavy and can no longer be light, love, such as injured geese fall! I've seen a lot of love stories, I've heard a lot of things, and I still can't let go of a love story.

The ancient song "Guangling San":

"A song of the liver and intestines broken, the end of the world where to find a soulmate?

A song of the liver and intestines broken, light feather this go do not stay, more south of the flower is just right, do not to the white apples on the continent alone sigh autumn water cold.

The second song is a broken heart, the deep courtyard pear flower is thankful for the early, the five horse Luo hall long wandering, oil wall tung car carrier gentleman to go, go to the full red tears full of red raw silk.

The third song is "Broken Liver", "Falling Flowers for Rain" and "Sorrow", "Smile" on the swing set, "Now it's all thin with the begonias", "I've been playing the flute and remembering the orchid boat in the other yard".

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