1, listen to the string and break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
2. Long-lost memories, wave after wave, push away layers of waves, and all the brightness and sadness are lost in a captivating smile.
3. When the fog cleared and I woke up, I finally saw the truth, that is, the silent Qian Fan.
4, dark clouds cover the moon, people have nowhere to find, you can't tell how lonely you are.
5, finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After Hua Rong thanked him, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
6. I heard the sound of flowers, and the wind blew them down, but I turned around and buried them all. The petals left on the ground hurt and hurt, the faint rain and fog reflected the depression all over the chest, and there were fragile tears on the gaunt face.
7, in the drift from place to place, write your true feelings, write your youth, and finally, Laoyan flies away and laments alone.
8. With all the voices buzzing, broken dreams are always fate, and a farewell will never be the last chord.
9, how many beauties have been lost, how many pieces of acacia have been broken, and only the blood-stained ink is crying.
10. Those youths who have fallen in the fleeting time can't help but recall the sadness. In the middle of the night, they were crushed and filled with faint sadness. They want to pick up the past that has been fermented for a long time and live forever. They want to cover up the loneliness of night and turn it into the melancholy of moonlight.
1 1, leaning against the night gate, overlooking the other shore, the residual dream is silent, like snow falling on my heart, full of decay.
12, the lingering charm of melancholy Qingyuan is an unreachable sadness, such as the lonely moon in Wei Yun, which can only be seen from the horizon.
13, the parting bell is about to ring, all the broken thoughts come to mind, no longer surging, no longer melancholy, and all the tunes are sung sadly.
14, the heart is slightly moved, but the feelings are far away, things are wrong, people are wrong, things are wrong, and the past cannot be traced.
15, gloomy thoughts are scattered into songs, and those past clouds are sung lightly, lingering into thin sadness, wandering in the ferry of the fleeting time, floating with endless silence.
16, sadness flows, but it can't hide the mottled years.
17, the flute outside the window also blew deep sadness, confusion, and sad eyes were full of sadness. Candle shadow shakes red, staring at it, and the beautiful shadow that is drifting away is no longer in the dream.
18, under the moonlight, laugh at the love and hate in the world, the world is full of red dust and flowers are endless.
19, life is like a dream ring. In the story of getting old, we played a series of joys and sorrows, how many memories were destroyed and how many times passed.
20. The heart belongs, but sadness has become the sea.
2 1, since ancient times, spoony people have been hurt by love, and the love affair has finally become all the shackles that bind life forward.
22, the heart has a tiger, sniffing roses. After the feast, I was in tears.
23, shake off a shoulder of smoke and dust, static lock people spend two heartache pictures, eyebrows turn thousands of times, and this moment is also accompanied by an eternal lament.
24. Who brushed away the melancholy between hands, and tears embedded in painful memories.
25, look, the flowers are heartbroken, listen, the years are seamless.
26. Seeing each other late and falling in love too slowly put me in a dilemma. If it is far apart, you can go ashore as soon as you turn around.
27, your sunset, my face, whose one-third year.
28. Who are you, the pen-tip teenager who misses you so much, turned into a song on the desolate road of the city.
29. Who has a scarlet tear mole in the corner of her eye, who has completed your prosperous life, and who has been given the emptiness and happiness by you.
30. Love songs in the next life, leave the words for you to fill in, depending on who you are.
3 1, still water flows deeply, and the song is loud; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
There are many things in the world, but you are my favorite.
33. Be born happy and die without regret.
34. Accumulate eternal love lines and crush deep red acacia.
35. The river is lonely, its banks are dark green, and you are everywhere.
36. Caring about the charm of Qingyuan is an unreachable sadness, such as the lonely moon in Wei Yun, which can only be seen from the horizon.
37. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless. Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are.
38. Various stories, but feelings are hurt; When Xiao Shui goes, the moon is like frost.
39. Change your life with my three fireworks.
40. I am young and energetic.
4 1, long street, countless fireworks, you look back with the lights,
42, the short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh Xiao.
43. Who finally broke the string and the flower fell on the shoulder, blurred.
44. How many beauties have been lost and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood and tears.
45, the vast land is broken, and the bustling songs fall. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
46. Let him know everything and smile at you.
47. Send a song to Jun, and don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
48. Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
49, listen to the string break, break three thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
50. There are trees and branches on the mountain. I don't know whether I like you or not.
5 1, whoever forgets the other party first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.
52. There used to be tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.
When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
54. Once I went to Qiu Lai in spring, the flowers fell and everyone died.