A dream has been a thousand years, you are still the same, just this love, has been a thousand holes like smoke.
We turned around and missed it, just fate is playing tricks, even though the encounter has long been speechless.
Seeking all over the Bijou Yellow Springs, stepping through the heaven and earth. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite products and services, and you'll be able to see what you're getting. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
"The essence of the floating dream"
Night, five cold hollow dark mute (raspy) Jiangshan scrolls, but also yellow by the history of weathering
You, my lifelong attachment, mute, in front of the moon and flowers into the yellow sand of the sky
The vicissitudes of life, Jiangshan is still like a painting
How many men in the world for the sake of the world to give up the red, and how many people to put the world in the world to get the red only smile? The past is all over the place, it does not matter whether it is worth it or not, only to leave the next generation a laugh.
Lanruo words
The line in the palm of his hand broke the connection, like a ghost drifting past, causing too much involvement
A tear slipped down and intentionally touched down his candlelight
We have forgotten why we met, and it is hard to say what happened, because the love is more than the umbrellas are dotted with spots
When he wrote "Liaozhai," he wrote too much loneliness
There is a world left for you to live, and you have written a love story that will be passed down through the ages. How many people in the world can have such a beautiful myth, how can still have such a pure love?
The Sky in the Moon
The heart is full of love strings, the fingers are delicate, and the song of love is linked again
The night is short, but I hate that the silk is long
The silk is long, but I have a lot of companions, and I sit down to watch the sky in the moon
The heart is full of love, and the heart is weak, and the song is broken. The only thing missing is the man who cut the candles at the west window.
"That life"
That year, knocking the long head prostrate in the mountain road, not for hajj, just to stick to your warmth.
That life, turning mountains and water to the stupa, not to repair the next life, just to meet on the way.
What can I do in this world that is not to be ashamed of? All I have done is to meet you.
"If you love each other"
How much of the hate last night dreaming back in the painting beam murmuring double swallows shocked the remnants of the dream
Moon slanting on the river, hitchhiking in the morning bells
Former dream is lost, gradually far away from the sound of the waves
Flute sound is long, the spring is going to be in a hurry
Next began the series of ancient style singers
hita
And try the world
What can you do against fate, the future, the world of the world
We can't do anything against it.
Who can defy fate? There are always too many storms on the way forward
Holding hands firmly together, we will go through the world together
With each other, we will go through life together
Treading through the green water and the green mountains, the immortals will not be as good as the immortals in the earthly world
Who laughs at this foolishness
Maybe it's hard to do anything else, maybe it's just a matter of power and not being able to do it. Maybe we had no choice but to be together, and maybe power has made you and me full of calculations. However, I would rather give up the world, wish to get a heart, white head will not leave each other.
"Caiwei"
Qing is still small, *** Caiwei, the wind wants to warm, the first into the stamen,
asked the person who left, the four seasons in the mountain flow and how many years?
When she first got married, she was alone in picking the meadows. The dew was still sparse, but the leaves were already green.
When I asked the travelers where they could look for their homeland, I saw a dry and lush landscape.
The oldest girl in the world is Caiwei, but the grass is still growing, and she's still growing,
Ask him if he's ever going to return to his hometown when the wildfire is over, or if he's never going to return to his hometown.
In the past, the willow was hanging down, but now I am here, and the snow is falling,
I ask the old man, can he remember when he sang "Caiwei"?
The yellow sand is so thick that you can't see the end of the road at a glance, so I want to ask my departed friend if he is also singing "Caiwei" thousands of miles away.
"The life of the world is not yet over"
Who's flute is sounding far away and has been sounding for many years in the life of the world
Who's broken silk strings startled the west wind and cold buildings
The sound of the sea and the promise of the mountain, but it is separated by the heavy mountains. The people who painted the building are still looking at the window, and the sound of the flute is coming from a long time ago, perhaps the heart has long been relieved, and can not let go of just, the beautiful memories.
Tears of the God of Flowers
If the flowers fall and the tears dry up, you will only know regret
If you hate and forget, you will have a heartbreak of tears
If you love enough, you will have pain and death, you will be close to each other
It is impossible to escape from this life in a past life
Women are the weakest, and they need to be protected. But they are more courageous and persistent that men do not have, even if she knows it is a moth to the flame, but still no complaints, no regrets!
"Every step is sad"
Seeing all the thirty-three palaces, the highest is the sky of hatred
Top of the Forbidden City, my life is not by me, but by heaven, how can I face the world's sighs of regret
Counting all the difficulties of the four hundred and forty-four illnesses, the most bitter, but the long thought of holding on to the heart
The water-sleeve pulls and sings again the autumn water, hoping to be broken, the negative heart of the heart of the word into a lack
But we have met before we knew each other, and it's like not seeing each other at the time of seeing each other. I'm sure I'll be able to break up with you, so that I won't have to live and die thinking about each other.
Hetu
The World in Trouble
How can the blood-stained paintings of the rivers and mountains beat a little bit of vermilion sand on your brow
The world has been overthrown, but it's always just a scene of prosperity
The moonlight upstairs in the dream, there is still you standing there with the same look on your face
The snowflakes on the clothes are brushed off, and together we look at the vastness of heaven and earth
You are still the same color in the paintings, and you'd use your whole life to exchange for this world of prosperity, or is it just that I have no idea what I am doing? Is it right or wrong to spend your life in exchange for the splendor of this world?
"Lhasa snow"
Can't let go of it? Expectations are shallow. Legendary love has always been beautifully remote.
The story ends, and no one has anything to say. Looking up, she sees a different blue sky.
She sits beside the Potala Palace and thinks about it for a long time.
The world is a cycle, and the world is a cloud of smoke. Let go of all grudges and learn to be as pure and clean as the sky, and remember that the flowers planted in your past life will surely bloom by the side of the road in this life.
The Ballad of Lingding
Rain falls across the river, the river passes through the river of forgetfulness, the silent boatman who you ferry across the river
The curved water bends, who is the stranger's house, the girl who lights the lamp, is he back
Pity the poor bones by the river of uncertainty, is still the dreamer of the spring boudoir.
Painting the unfinished
Blood into ink, you paint the smoke and waves, burying me, this volume of paintings Remain familiar with the residual heat
Sound of the mountain alliance, early for the heavy mountains apart, and then another life, your paintings have not painted me
Everyone was once promised, perhaps these promises will not have to fulfill the day, but once, in the moment of the promise, it is a lifetime of the beauty of the memories. Just like this unfinished painting, I can still feel the temperature of your hand.
"Like a flower"
The lone sail went to a long time, and took all her years away, and the willow on the embankment
Can not hold back the river
Looking at the spring flowers blossomed and fell, the autumn wind blew that the summer moon away, and the winter snow was another year
She waited for the snow to diffuse the eyebrows
Why is it that the men of the world are always so heartless? Is the story of Oisheng's embrace of the pillar just a lie? In this age of materialism, can we still see true love?
"For the Dragon"
Hidden in the heart of the past mythical moonlight, in the bosom of the Elegy, no longer look back at the bleakness
Warp to the Hajj, you stand here, remember that you were born as a dragon
Remember that my name is Yanhuang
Chinese people have been through the wind and rain, the lead has faded, and the more lofty.
The Night of Jinling Qinhuai
It is the drops of hating you in the previous life that turn into resentment of your return in this life
Jinling City walls mottle memories and crush recollections
It is the teardrops of loving you and hating you, and it is the teardrops of not being able to see you
The winds and storms of the city of Jinling dissipate the memories, annihilating the flowery rains
The sorrows from love and the horrors from love, and the lack of sorrows away from love and the horrors from love. I'm not going to be able to do that. If there is no love or hatred, then there is no bondage.
The Wind in the Sky
Remember the sun and the moon in the city, and the cicada chirping and the first snowfall
The rain on the eaves of the house stops in the season of the first sighting
With the most simple words, I hide the old vow
The wind in the spring is green over the willow leaves, and you used to smile innocently
Love this song!
Phoenix Robbery
The starlight in the western sky is the end of your reincarnation How much time has passed since the hourglass of silence and eternity
You gazed at my face in my next life by the river of the Three Paths, and I planted Mantouros to keep the memories of my past life alive
How many partings have it taken to light up the flame of the sycamore tree branches How many five hundred years have I traveled on the earthly plane
When the Mantouros bloom, who will remember the past?
All the time, all the time.
There's always someone who's been together for twenty years
But lost to an innocent or a sultry face
Old Wine Street
Dear Old Wine Street, how are you doing? I've seen you in a distant dream
When the stars are all lit up, close your eyes and look for the scent of wine
I've walked through the past along with my memories
Dear Old Wine Street, how are you doing? The frost has soaked your face with years
When the night wind starts to sing, I'll go over the mountains to a faraway place
I've finally put my memories into a sad poem
"I Don't See Chang'an"
In the morning mist, the ferryboat sang a song, and hung on to the small river bay
I laid on the roof with my arm resting on my back and thought about it all night
Who in the hall under the roof spoke of the Chang'an of paper
The bridge looked like frost on the bottom of my shoes, and the floor was like ice. The surface of the bridge was frosty and the soles of my shoes were cold as I stepped over the green stone slabs
The girl who brushed against me had a curved brow and a smile
I took the ferry with my bag on my back and looked back over the gangplank
Cooking fumes in the outlines of the villages were rising up and dispersing
finale
The Snow of the Green Lotus
How many years has it been since I laughed at the death of my life, and how many years have I laughed at the song of a sword and asked the world who is capable of taking control of the fate of the people who are in danger of being destroyed
Who has been in charge of the life and death of a man
Who is looking up at the blue lotus snow in the sky? Who is saying goodbye in a soft voice
The Tune of Cold Clothes
Ditto
The Cloudy Wilderness: Just Like the First Time I Saw You
Pouring out my whole life to remember the first time I saw you, you came as a flower, but you were scattered like smoke
Dreaming about the Cloudy Wilderness, the first of several articles where the wind and sand are rolling away from the sky
Drunk and unaware of the limit of years, I danced under the moon at that time
We saw flowers on the sea again, a few rounds of snow, a few rounds of wind and sand in the sea. I saw flowers like snow on the sea again and buried my withered face in the spring light
The Karmic Robbery
I had red shortcrusted hands, and I boasted of their color
Then I sang songs on the strings, but no one sang along with me on the broken Jiao-tailed zither
Who would sing with the old man who was gone from the tall building
Hearts in the right place
The Ziling Zhou Lang Gu
The great river goes east. The waves of the ancient times have passed by, and the dust and ashes of the chaotic world have disappeared in the twinkling of an eye.
The handsome generals and Confucian scholars are only able to carry the Xuanmo, from where they have read all the slender and heroic mistakes, and the talented and handsome wind streams are proud of the Three Kingdoms.
The first rain in Lin'an
Floating clouds of things to say before the respectable time flickering yesterday can be left
Shaohua is easy to pass away, I did not expect the stars to move half a day
Looking back to the boat across the mountains of ten thousand heavy
Where the rivers and lakes where to stay
The old poems
The wine breaks the heart of the road woke up in another place
I use the night of the thoughts of the drunken monument watch
I use this night of thoughts to watch over
The old poems are like the beauty of the world
With the old poems, the new poems are like the new poems.
Beauty is like yellowed rice paper
But the years can't erase the dream of loving you
Old Poetry
The World of the World: A Separation
The night is cool and clear, the gauze tent is brightly lit and extinguished
Curtain bar, the beauty's head remembers the remnants of the red
The people are far away from the world, and they are grinding their way through the wars, and their love has lost a lot of ground
The one-night beauty has turned into a white head
This is the first time that I have ever thought about the world of the world. Dong Zhen
Acacia Lure
This world's love will not fail to live up to the Acacia Lure
Waiting for flowers to bloom all over the sky
Wishing that **** you will never forget it in your life
Don't turn back to smile at the thousands of landscapes
The Sculpted Flower Cage
The sculpted flower cage is heavy with silks, and the old man is snuggled up in the willows in the dream
The words are stagnant and choked with tears, and they are in the smoke and waves of the sky
The white flower cage is a place where you will be able to see and feel your love.
The water flows eastward towards the white head, and the thoughts of love are endless
Looking up at the sky, why don't you swing your sword to break the love feud
"By the Lake"
Who listened to the flute sounding by the lake in that year
Who is the one who sings about the lake's autumn water and the wisp of green threads
Then I look at Jiangnan's picturesque smoky rain and its full fragrance
Drunken Peach Blossom in March
The Sword Is Like a Rainbow
Sword is like a rainbow
The sword is like a rainbow
It is the sword that is like a rainbow.
The sword is cold and frosty, the dust is hard to break, and the heart is still in the same place
Let's leave a part of our love for each other, and return to the misty moonlight
Fate is born and destined to die, and it's hard to understand the shortness of the red face, and the love of the heart is not a thing to be forgotten
The River and the Lake
Mountains and rivers are withered, and dark clouds are spread out, and the sky is vast, and the world is vast, and the konghou is silent, who would be the companion of the road to the Lake and the river
The River and the Lake are in the same place, and the river is in the same place.
Short life is always a regret, but how can we forget a hundred years later when we know each other too late
Laughing at the long life of a child, we sing about how much love we have and how much ambition we have not yet returned
If the falling red does not make the mud fat, how can we make the sword scabbard beautiful
Laughing at the age of years that does not return, and how can we end our love after Shaogao's white head
Exchanging the dream of the two ducks for a moment, how can we be afraid of the spring passing by without a chance to return to the world
The Ink and Spirit
That year, when the umbrella was resting on the West Tower, and the rain started to come, it was hard to take back our love.
The umbrella was on the west tower when the rain began to fall
The umbrella was on the west tower when the rain began to fall
Who painted the west tower in that year, the ink was not yet collected in the inkstone
The glazed moonlight and the osmanthus branches are just like the water in the spring season
"The Smoky Rain in the Jiangnan River"
The bamboo umbrella, the plain shirt, and the woman on the railroad
Poem, poem, line of water, dream, laugh and smile at the vicissitudes of life
Gongshang, the song of the river, is never wasted
The pen, the paper, the blood, the brush, the brush, and the paper, the paper, the blood. A pair of pens, a piece of paper, a blood, and the river
Singing softly
"Love is a Binding Thing"
If we meet again someday, please don't cry
Because meeting again means sweetness
If you say that you can only have memories in this life and the next"
Believe that I will cherish them
"The Golden Witch Hazel"
I am using my stick to hold a doorway to a woodpile on a southern mountain.
It's time for me to drink with you, and I'm sure I'll treasure it.
"Drunk in Love"
Love is like a dream
Sorry for my white hair
Flower blossoms and blossoms, and I'll see you through all these autumns
Waiting for a thousand years
To be reunited with Hou Yi (姮娥), I hope that you'll read and understand the pain in my life. Who's asking you if you're going home?
This love is nothing but a shattered firework, a thousand cups of parting wine, and a shallow pour for the face to sleep in.
Why does the light cold and the twilight snow follow us, and how can we be sad when we're gone for so many years? I've only said that I'll have no regrets in this life.
The characters of geese going and returning to Acacia, and the confluence of blossoming flowers, there's no reason to be drunk. Gully Floating Clouds"
"Seal Tone" (a very atmospheric piece)
"Floating Life is Like a Dream"
"Rain Breaks Down in the South of the Yangtze River" (there are lyrics but I personally think it's not as good as the pure music)
"Flying Snow in June"
"Giving Sense"
"Pipa Whisper"
"Pipa Chanting: Away from the Gothic"
"Ink and Wash in Phoenix City"
The Ink Danqing Phoenix"
Thirty-eight Summer Solstice
Killing Front
Datang Hongyan Fu strong push, hita's aura ah
Thousand Autumns v
Sacrificing you in the wind
The chaotic world of song
Good people such as a dream
Angkiong Northwestern look at the mv of a teenager Yang Jiagong saw, handsome
Night Attack Crimson Village Ke Bei version
Falling Plum written by Mei Changsu, listening to my heart ache ah
Green Shirt Hidden
Cold Clothes Tune