1, the moon shines in the deep courtyard, and the secluded people have not returned. When you play an old song lightly, the flowers are also sad. The past is vivid, and spring returns to the earth. Yao Si, the bright moon is still speechless, pointing to Sandy, can't finish playing with her heart. Liang Xiao is lonely, ChanJuan is lonely, clear and soft, acacia is flowing, melancholy is lingering, tears are flowing, and tears are cold and cool. The night is cold, the birds are whispering, and the soft breeze is dazzling.
2, troubles, begging for flowers. Who will send the breeze and the bright moon and leave the capital empty to bury flowers? When I met you, plums cleared the dust first, and the south of the Yangtze River was misty and rainy. A piece of pure white and delicate snow propaganda, like flying flowers and smoke, gently knocks on each other's hearts. Deep in the Millennium Hutong, the wind returns to the bamboo language, and a glance under the umbrella of 24 bones looks like an old friend returning home. From then on, I fell in love, September, and fell in love.
3. Prosperity dies and flowers become graves. In the light of love, let me dance one last dance for you. My heart is exhausted, my clothes are about to drip, my heart is full of sorrow, and my life is beautiful, and my love for the afterlife is over. Maybe it's fate. There are fates in the world. May be inadvertently overdrawn that strength. I deeply fell in love with the water under the bridge, lost in the past and fragmented. At that time, the light fiddled with the strings of memory, and people left, shaking the wind chimes of acacia, but love had fallen gracefully in the wind.
4, full moon flowers, the wind shakes a cold moon lamp, yellow leaves fly one after another, drunk and dreamy, red cinnabar tears, condensation rain on the moon, dusty wind, blue flowers in the heart, cold flowers and autumn millet, no three-inch eyes, alone in the West Building, Yu Rou in the starlight, it is difficult to warm your face, it is difficult to double a single shadow, frost and snow articles, beauty fu, peach blossom wine. There are thousands of Qian Shan and graceful flower shadows. ...
Clouds are flowing, misty rain is in the distance, and dust is flying in the air. One sleeve is elegant and thin, and the sky is slightly shallow. I am intoxicated with a lot of mysterious pen and ink, fragrant words in poems, and the shallow strokes of the Phantom of the Opera. When I arrived at Lu 'an levee, I wrote a poem word for word, which was self-generated, somewhat elegant and somewhat bitter. A book of ink marks, half a volume of clear words, lotus full of grace, butterfly dance. Crystal heart, delicate as silk, flowers bloom all over the sky, misty rain sounds years.
6, flowing water, long rhyme, flowers, dark sleeves. A handful of lake water, a wisp of autumn fragrance. The beautiful rhythm forms white lotus in the charming lotus, and the melody of water gently pours down, spreads quietly, soaks on the thin plain paper, and then soaks. ...
7, silky and soft, pat a few fine waters. A farewell song will break the string and funeral music will be played. After a lonely night. Clear ink and full pen readings remain unchanged. Wet red hate ink shallow seal topic, want to solve tears. Turn your heart to the wind and write down your inner thoughts. Gaunt and damaged, how much prosperity and red buttons, Iraqis are getting thinner and thinner. The crescent moon shines on the west wing like a hook, so the pillow is sleepless and the night is cold. There are thousands of lanterns, and there is no chance of lovesickness. Love words, don't be ashamed of being young. ...
8, a smile, elegant, leisurely near the water. The world of mortals is like a dream, stepping on the folds of the years and stepping on the poems that have been popular for thousands of years. A drop of tears, like yesterday, lingered at the ferry for thousands of years, and the flowers bloomed, the peach blossoms were unfamiliar, Ying Ying was speechless, and the flowers fell with people. Holding green dew in hand, holding white clothes and light sleeves, walking alone in the valley, if the water condenses smoke far away. ...
9. The night snow drips like feathers, one after another, blooming in the quiet and mellow rhyme of Tang poetry and Song poetry. Ai Rui is dense, the waning moon disappears, plum blossoms are covered with snow, a smart chord is brushed away, and a quiet rhyme is overlapped. Eternal tenderness is written as a snow petal at this moment. Tired of seeing Joan Ying by the window, who cares? Oh, try a touch of frosty plum makeup, a slow stroke, listening to misty rain, singing drunken flowers, watching the sea of clouds but singing the phoenix flute.
10, I don't know how to worry about drizzle, but the wind wants to increase. Sleeve flowers, shake off the cloud pool. Drunk with flowers and words, misty and misty, willow branches swaying in the rain are always like willow makeup, spotless, and I can't help but pick up the jasper that once ravaged, drunk with the wind, drunk with the rain, drunk with dreams, and quietly listen to the whispers of raindrops. A kind of sadness that seems like a lifetime ago deeply touched the gentle memory. A little sour taste, a few sad poems.
1 1. I once wanted to ferry to Taohuayuan alone, but I didn't want to open a beach of gulls, but I was helpless in the final struggle; I tried to hold a glass of Mei Huajiu and till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, but I ended up with a banquet. I wanted to soak in a piece of paper fragrance and live in a piece of pure land, but I wandered in the noise of the ages.
12, women who are near the water are singing on the Qinhuai River. Under the red lattice and blue window grilles, chiffon dresses are graceful in the world of singing and dancing. This is the same as drunken beauty in the south of the Yangtze River.
13, at that moment, I wandered around the ancient garden, picked incense, smiled at the grass and added new makeup. Qingfeng invited Wen to talk about pen pals, wrote thousands of poems, played chess and calligraphy, drank thousands of pots and watched the drunken sunset. My road twists and turns, through a sheltered depression, cutting love red, cutting green, singing and dancing, quiet and moving.
14, I have no sleep tonight. If you are just a gust of wind, I want to write down a dream that will never wake you up without your watch in the memory of fleeting time. If the long sadness comes to an abrupt end, should I give up my nostalgia for the world of mortals, throw the unprovoked melancholy into the flowery spring, let the lingering piano sound weave into a romantic declaration of love, and reproduce the magnificent scene of pear blossoms with rain? There is no moon and few stars tonight. The shadow is folded in half in the dark, slightly lonely, the night is like ruins, and the darkness is meaningful.
15, miss, dust, dream, flower dance, sorrow, breeze, butterfly. Tea adds fragrance, singing partner. I was there when you came, and I was there when you didn't come. Looking forward to the world, sending love to the distance. I hope to spend a lot of time, but I feel lonely. Who is the heart for? Lonely lamp and thin shadow, who is love? A mood and a glass of sake. Eyes full of haggard, heart full of sadness. The porch window is dark and the moon shadow is fragrant.
16, butterflies around Qing Chuan, pretending to be Nanshan people, flowers pity people, flowers are drunk, strangers have been destroyed, and how many infatuations have turned into butterfly dreams, flowers fall into dust, infatuation is like butterflies, memories are like flowers, butterflies depend on flowers, flowers cherish people, people have gone, glitz is indifferent, flowers sleep alone. Miss like a rainbow, colorful can overflow, I asked when the butterfly dream will return, the people who were drunk on the colorful bridge on Qixi, and those who were intoxicated with pacing had already mourned and shed tears.
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18, light as water, clear as tea, falling flowers flying between your fingers. There is a soul in the wind, a shadow in the fog and youth buried in the rain. Hair like snow, Yan Ruyu, aloof and arrogant. When everything is seen thoroughly, it is uncomfortable to suddenly feel awake. When the soul is hurt, I suddenly understand that there is too much helplessness and too much shouldn't. Loneliness has become a belief. I use loneliness to heal my wounds, use blood as ink, build a city and make flowers invincible, and use tears as clothes to perform absolute beauty! The night is dim and the moonlight is like ruins. Flowers fall from the heart and the rain is deep, and prosperity is full of tears.
65438+ A plum blossom is in full bloom in the courtyard, birds fall on the branches and listen to the broken rain, mottled stars are fascinated by Kazuki Watanabe musician Mo, and they monopolize the enchanting music.
20. Everywhere in the pond, the water is fragrant, the sludge is depressed, and I am also fragrant! Don't shake for the wind, don't hide for the rain, come and go at will, and keep my sky bright. I'm innocent, aboveboard and dirty. What's the harm to me? How do you admire Gao Hua? How can you hurt yourself if you are low? Full moon heavenly heart, I feel this gorgeous chapter. Standing on the waist-high sandbar, the clouds reflected the blue waves. In the lotus picking song, the roots are broken and the world is full of sounds.
2 1. Dodge along the path with the memory of mottled moss. Jiangnan girls, with fragrant calligraphy, are dancing with the feelings of ice and snow and the charm of butterfly feathers. A thousand-year-old poem is not old, just like my acacia, there is a thin poem, flowing ancient poetry.
22./kloc-Jiangnan in October, fireworks are gorgeous, so it is appropriate to go and go. On the waterfront of Gui Xiang, stone bridges lie on willows, which should be sunny and rainy. White walls and tiles, pavilions, wine and poetry. Narrow alleys, secluded gardens and elegant courtyards should be carved and sealed. Oil umbrella lamp shadow, porch eaves dripping, should float should be ignored. The purple sand is clear, and the boat is rowing. It should be moving in silence. With light sleeves and full steps, Li Niang looks back and should trace and wipe. Wu Nong's soft words, monthly tune and comment on the piano, should be poured and tasted. Ink and wash style, flowing pictures, should be drunk and dream.
23. With a smile, wait for a spring rain; Use bright and beautiful, embrace a touch of affection, and put your thoughts in your hair, which is called acacia buckle; Collect the bits and pieces in your heart, tie them into a concentric knot, hold your hand and smell the fragrance of life. This is the best time of life. You are there, I am there, and the best understanding is there.
24, think of that obsessed eyes, a thousand words, all in that touch of tenderness. From then on, the breeze and the bright moon, bamboo shadows flying, I would like to be that colorful lotus. Only indulge in tenderness, flying flowers in dreams, cinnabar in dreams.
25. Guard the pure soul of this shore and strive to bloom the fragrance of petals, just to kiss your shock. However, I still smell as good as ever, but I still can't hear your gentle footsteps. You know, the fragrance of this season is only released for you; You know, the charm of this pulse is only enchanting for you; As you know, this year's waiting is only for you to die.
I don't remember what day it is today. In the past, if the heart of dust is like water, it will never return to the tranquility when the lotus is in full bloom. Write poems and praise flowers, and give words and songs. The weak body floats in the wind and sinks in silence. Just for the traction of thoughts, I fell into your focused eyes.
27. The distant mountains are like wearing clothes, and the smoke and mist trace lingers in the verdant south of the Yangtze River. Three chrysanthemums gently trace my heart along the ink fragrance. A thoughtful woman on the vine, in the alley of sunset, picks up a memory covered with moss and flows back in the lush season.
28. There are always some feelings that have to be hidden, and there are always some lingering fragrance. Those days when the soul depends on the words make the watch the most beautiful scenery. You read the pure white and softness in my heart. I sympathize with your vulnerability and loneliness. Love is a flower in the dust. I know I am more sincere in the storm, and I am moved. In the warmth that accompanied me all the way, I was full of abundance.
29. The dream is far away, and the moon shadow is colder. It's colder than the moon, and the pillow is foggy. In the depths of loneliness, I am as tender as water. That year, I leaned gently in your soft warmth, listening to the whispers of the mountains and admiring the moon. On that day, I held your warm hand tightly, singing the peace of the wind and the joy of dreams. That night, I silently looked at your eyes as clear as autumn water, feeling the beauty and fragrance of love. But it's hard to sleep tonight, and it's hard to do old dreams without new dreams.
30, the beautiful image is sold, and the guest is still broken; The paper umbrella is thin, and Yun Guan is miserable. Drunk in the western suburbs, playing the flute, trying to show off his hair. Qingming mourning, offering a lifetime of arrogance, tears shaking candles; Time flies, cockroaches have been covered with autumn wormwood. Su Mu Gai, singing wine and composing songs in the Red Chamber; Yu Meiren who carved and danced; Drunk flowers, cold and lonely; Golden wisps of music, how many volumes float and sink; Partridge day, gaze into.
The predestination of past lives ... misty rain is fading away, and Leng Yue's lead is a little shallow. How can you pity it? How to sleep?
3 1, looking for the coquettish songs of Chu, beside the Mishui River, Qu Zi holds jade, drinks dew in the morning and leaves Sao in the evening, leaving a lonely Nightcrawler with long hair fluttering and slowly disappearing into the rolling waves, as leisurely as a phoenix bathing in fire. Those who wandered in the scattered years were buried in the cold water with him, and hung a pair of heavy shackles on the adulterer with the residual wings of dreams, bringing a glimmer of dawn to the world.
32. The fate with you is the deepest memory in the fleeting time. I used persistence, no regrets, and drew the pure beauty of love with my bare hands. When the wind blows, I hide myself in a flower and miss you quietly in the loneliness that follows. When it rains, I put my heart in poetry, write with light pen and ink, whisper with you, watch and know each other, which is the deep affection of a river. The story about flowers is scattered all over the place, and I don't want to pick it up, so let it fall into the time with you with my thoughts.
33. Thousands of rivers and moons, cloudless in Wan Li and sunny in Wan Li. The wind is slow and the lotus pond is far away, and the hibiscus is like a surface. The pool flower falls in shadow, the candle tears flow in my heart, and the moon night falls, not for autumn sorrow, until somewhere else. Charming, smiling at clouds and water, smiling at the moon falling on the water. Zhu Xia passed quickly, it was autumn rain, listening to the storm, saying goodbye and never looking back. If you want to send a foot of colorful stationery, mountains and rivers will meet, and the wind will slow down the lotus pond and send incense far away. Love is in the world, and it is destiny takes a hand to meet you again.
34. In this life, the wind and smoke are fleeting, holding hands in the world of mortals, and setting the word for love. Two people depend on each other, like flowers, you are my only warmth, undeniable, and the bustling lips are lingering. That day, the sky was gloomy, just like my mood. Stepping on broken sadness, my eyes are frosted, the wind blows, and the cold remains. Close your eyes, I can't remember your complete smile, the Millennium red dust, and at this moment, my world began to snow.
35, the piano has seven strings, and the horn feathers are palace merchants. The heart is in harmony, and the bullet seeks to burn. This is thanks to Xi, and I am taking off. Xuanyuan worships the earth and has no borders. You think about your heart, you are crazy about your beauty, and you are nervous. Finger is the last song, and the voice is ringing. The lyre is compassionate.
36. On the bank of the Aquilaria Pavilion, there are peony flowers in the spring breeze, and a window is acacia, just like water rouge under the dim light, like a dream in the south of the Yangtze River, a pair of misty and charming eyes, soft as the spring breeze. If it's raining, I'll tell you about this bend from my brow, and I'll go home to welcome you. If you don't know the flower language, who is the flower lingering with? A wisp of acacia is soft and stretched. If you want to return to your heart from a clean stream, your thoughts will be hazy, your eyes will be white, and you will look at Lian Bu Mountain.
37, fleeting, shallow, love, unchanged. Choose a green area, bring a breeze, twist a heart fragrance, hold a touch of warm sun, pick a ray of light smoke, follow the rhythm of the heart, invite Tang poetry and Song poetry, invite the morning dew to dusk, and dance together to give birth to living colors. Not far away, you smile, your face is fresh, your clear eyes are full of affection, watching, silent and carefree, speechless and dreamy.
38. Love is lonely, life is short, and loneliness worries America. How can the vows of past lives stand the test of time and slowly flow to desolation? If I stand by the pond and look at the lotus, how can I see loneliness and sadness from that elegant charm? Just like I can't see through the sadness hidden in the hearts of the world.
39. April is full of poetic dreams. With a warm and comfortable feeling, walking along the beautiful coastline of the years and looking up, the blue nature is dyed into a continuous picture. In the swaying of the breeze, I danced gracefully with quiet feelings, remembering eternal youth.
40. Looking around, thousands of miles of smoke, pavilions, flowers and pavilions, deep in the vast water clouds, the ancients interpreted thousands of customs in the illusion, and the scenery of ancient people and clouds spread quietly in their minds, a graceful and meticulous elegance, a graceful and light elegance. Push a passionate maple red, put nostalgic words, fade away all the joys and sorrows in the world, hold your gentle hand, snuggle up on your generous shoulder, and turn into a butterfly as close as wings, regardless of life or marriage.
4 1. The giant of time is really getting old at once, and the leaves in Qiu Lai are falling one after another. Ruthless night, never feel bad. No matter how hard you struggle in it, it will still be dark, as if the giant of light once again ran out of energy and the world became dark again. Everyone should start over and rush to their own sunshine tomorrow. So do we.
42. Pear blossoms are covered with spring rain, and pear blossoms are dripping between buildings, and the rain silk is woven into plain silk. Looking for the rhyme of Momo in the Tang Dynasty, looking for the charm in Zhuo Yi's graceful Song Ci, shallow sadness came to the rain of poetry alone, with classical melancholy. The golden harp has fifty strings, one string and one column sighing for the New Year, and a sense of loneliness of Li Shangyin is folded up, falling into the buildings bit by bit and tied into a word order. There is only one unforgettable concern in the world, and that is unforgettable.
43. Strolling along the river bank, watching the bleak clouds pour out human sorrow under the moon, the smoke cage is full of sand in the cold month, the Qinhuai boat has passed away, the moonlight is light, and the Chinese New Year is in the dream. Sitting alone at the door of the attic, watching the dust and hoofbeat on the road, there was a different scene when I came.
44. Whose figure disturbed the ink of the poem that infected the soul? The pain of living in words cut off insomnia! Tears dance and beat every corner of the night. Broken cherry blossoms, like countless vows, were smeared with blood by the sunset, unable to bear the burden of commitment, scattered in the cold moonlight, lonely and sad.
45. Autumn is divided into three parts, one is falling flowers and the other is the world of mortals. It is a vain dream to ponder over it carefully. Lonely lamp shadow, Leng Yue is like frost. When I dream about it, my tears will flow lightly, like watery eyes, my lips will light up and a melody will intoxicate me. Spring has gone, autumn will be over, how sad the wind and rain are, geese return to the south, people do not return, and rain falls in the depths of falling flowers. Looking back, it seems that the road is bleak, the night rain is dim and the light will be very low. Just a few ethereal dreams outside the dream, and how much sorrow.
46. Light a heart lamp, retreat between square inches, write a watch on the edge of the sky, and the repeated voice shouts grow wildly along the thread of missing. Unforgettable warmth and memory in this life, dignified as scarlet chest, dipped in faint ink and affectionate, carefully sketched, filled with warm poems of true feelings, the most beautiful love in this life. ...
47. The night stumbled and cast a mottled and broken shadow. The wind passed through the window, with a hint of coolness, and brushed a strand of long hair. A little mist and dew fluttered away. Moon cycle, like a dream, lightly stepping on Leng Yan for half a month, leading a totally clean life, walking lightly with his hands on his back, and sitting in front of the mirror tired of dressing. Plain and warm, thin and indifferent, cutting a monologue that is constantly confusing. Golden times, let me be warm and beautiful.
48, the breeze is still, Qin Xiao Suyun. Learn to chant words with ink, and dance with pen and ink. The origin of ups and downs, gathering and dispersion. Today, there are thousands of chapters and tens of thousands of words, which are sad and hurt. Every word is as cold as ice. Just because the fate of dust is like a dream, the mirror is full of flowers, leaving only a few pages on today's plain notes, indifferent to flowers. Perhaps, a thousand years later, in a dusty wind, there is only one woman singing clearly in the wind. ...
49. As the days go by, with the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter, it becomes whose funeral. Time goes by little by little, and with the change of rain, fog and rain, it becomes the dust left by the old photo album. I believe that sunset, moon rising, moon setting and sun rising have their significance. And I am just a small role in this landscape, which is also false and true. Endless years flow, leaving only a trace of purity to set off dying beauty. The world is still very complicated, and I have enjoyed these years alone.
50, blood-stained paintings, how can you defeat your eyebrows, a little cinnabar, cover the world, but always, a bustling.
5 1, who doesn't want friendship? Make some friends and do some evil things. You can be unknown when you need it, or you can be known when you need it.
When you need help, friendship is like a long crutch, which surrounds you and affects me. It will connect us closely.
53. I hope my friends are happy, in love and single. Don't be wronged. Come to me when you are busy and miss me.
The saddest reason for losing friendship is not that you broke up after the quarrel, but that you didn't know what you did wrong and he left without saying goodbye.
55. People who delete you will gradually become "strangers"; People who have almost no intersection will eventually become "decorations" in the address book.
56. Actually, it is enough to have two girlfriends, and one will lend you money. She asks you for money, and the other person dares to help you hit her, which is enough.
57. Brother! Look at the scars on our bodies when we are not mixed up. Do you remember how many brothers came back when we fought together that day?
Friendship turned my boredom at school into happiness. Friendship is my spiritual pillar at school. Friendship touched my heart.
59. We wear lovers' clothes, use the same cups, like the same colors, and have a ridiculous tacit understanding. Friendship can be so warm.
60. Friendship is the comfort when the soul is hurt, the companion on the road of life, and the harbor where our hearts can live.
6 1, maybe I am not your best, but I will work hard! Thank you for coming into my life. We have become friends!
62. In the past life, friendship was like a bright lamp, shining on my soul and making my existence a little glorious.
63. Don't think you are the best sisters just because you talked for a few days. Maybe people want to chat with you because they are bored.
64. A so-called friend is someone who cried and laughed with you, turned around and saw you throw yourself into the arms of others, and smiled and blessed you.
65. Looking at the empty dormitory and cabinets, I always feel that there is something left. So I left my thoughts to you.
66. Even if the season runs aground and the memory precipitates, the film will fade with the years and wash out the warmth.
67. The best friend is when you want to cry, she will lend you her shoulder to lean on, and when you lean on it, she will ask you to help her clean her clothes wet with tears.
68. Friendship will make your tree of life evergreen and comfort you when you are sad; When you are happy, it can make your life full of brilliance.
69, the vast sea of people, you are the only concern I can't let go, but also the helplessness I can't let go. No matter where you go, I will bless you!
70. Even a good friend is not suitable for me. No matter how good she is, I won't cherish it. However, there are no most suitable friends in this world, only friends with heart.
7 1, friends are companions on the road of life, no matter how rich or poor, how dignified. As long as you are sincere, no matter how poor you are, you should be close. As long as you have a good character, ugliness will be valued.
72. Do you know that people always miss you and care about you? Your smiling eyes, like starlight, adorn my heart curtain and shine every night.
73. Friendship is a towering tree that protects you from the wind and rain; Friendship is an oblique wind and drizzle, which helps you wash your mind; Friendship is a ray of sunshine that illuminates your way forward.
74. May she be accompanied by flowers all the way, and may she go forward regardless of other people's gossip. Realize your dreams and create the greatest value from yourself.
75. Friends are predestined friends. If you look for them deliberately, they may not appear. When you didn't expect them, the other person had walked into your heart unconsciously.
76. Whether it is love, friendship or respect, it is not as easy to unite people as hatred of something.
77. Friendship and love are good companions in the journey of lonely souls. Friendship is as light as tea, but love is as strong as wine Good tea quenches thirst, while good wine intoxicates.
78. Being accompanied by friends is a strength, being encouraged by friends is a comfort, being concerned by friends is a blessing, and being concerned by friends is a happiness.
79. Take a group photo with my classmates for four years, and turn the memories in my heart into old photos for playback. That scene is the best appearance of our youth!
80. You will sail tomorrow. Please put this little gift on your chest. It will turn into your faith and strength, encouraging you to overcome the storm.
8 1, friends, thank you for standing by me and encouraging me when I am confused, and let me set sail again!
82. Sometimes, you will envy lazy sheep. I can eat and sleep, sleep and eat, and occasionally I am taken away by the wolf, and my friends will not give up.
He gave me a lot of encouragement, support and help when I was most depressed. I am so grateful that I must remember it all my life.
84. I think the wonderful time I spent with you day and night will be cherished in my heart forever, which will make me feel grateful for life.