Caught off guard, the hand picks up embroidered mandarin ducks, but the bright lights alone shine shadow.
There is nothing I can do but bark at my dog and stay up all night.
Tired, lonely, bitter thoughts knit;
Bitter, painful, low back to the land of love;
Weeping, complaining, who will pick up?
The mandarin ducks have become embroidered, but the night is coming back.
When I came here, I was disappointed, and the darkness of the night colored my heart.
If you don't hurry, you'll be dead forever.
It is hard to resist the darkness of the night, the sadness of the darkness of the night.
So I go, so I go, but I call forth the poisonous light.
Mixing, wandering;
Quiet, silent.
Night, and day, and drowsiness, and a day.
Thinking of you, remembering you, are you aware that the days are like years?
Suddenly there is a letter in the mail, which is both delightful and disappointing;
It is a letter from you, but it adds to my worries;
The words are from the bottom of my heart, which warms my heart and makes me anxious;
I hate to go to heaven, but it brings me to the galloping horse;
Even if I am summoned to the spirit of the world, I wish to meet you in person.
If you want to stop being with your husband in this life, then you can be with your wife in the next life.
Without seeking for nobility or prosperity, I only hope that the two of you will be together.
It is not the only thing I want to do, but it is the only thing that I want. I just want the two of us to be together.
Love is sweet and love is bitter, sweet as honey and bitter as sorrow.
It's a good thing that I'm alone at night, because I've been crying for a long time, and I don't want to be alone.
2. Hand, let go to understand the preciousness of having;
Tears, fell to know that the heart will really hurt;
Heart, broken to understand the bitterness of love;
Love, gone to be clear of the pain of the love of abandonment;
in a period of heart-breaking love, we have been happy, happy, fantasized, happy.
However, in the end, love is still from sweetness to scars, from intimacy to indifference, from two people holding hands to indifferent rubbing shoulders.
You said, when not in love, you will be far away.
For love, you can be free to walk away, but I can only miss the time.
Some things, some people, a lifetime can not forget, just like I can not forget you.
Is it true that if you close your heart, you won't hurt for you anymore?
3. All over the world, I am the center, self, forget me, but get away
The tide of people such as surging flow of years in the fingertips in a hurry, can not catch to stay so wrinkles shallow eyes fade.
Life is so short, life is so plain, I want to make it more colorful.
Would like to be in a high place where the clouds are wrapped around the body, the air pressure makes breathing weak heart tearing pain, I still in the clouds on the song.
It may be shattered, but not the slightest regret. I'm sorry that I've been so persistent.
Too much reality crushes too many ideals, some people say: I just hope that the people around me live a dashing life, I just hope that the plain life.
It's ridiculous, ridiculous that your youth is buried in the years, ridiculous that I remain paranoid about self-forgetfulness.
The pulse on the wrist is still beating rhythmically, and some people's hearts died in that season without self. Some people's dreams are active in every season of vicissitude.
You're just like that, the desire for profit messes up the heart of the dust to lose sight of the other. The flow of the fragrance of the sand passed away before death, but also smiled, doing a simple happy dream.
I gently covered your eyes, scornfully lamenting your simple pride in my ego.
I am but so, complicated words messed up the world of grief flooded. The flow of the fragrance of the flowing sand passed away before death is still smiling, doing a distant arrogant dream.
The world gently covered my eyes, sneering and mocking my forgetfulness to conquer my ego. The harsh stabbing of the heart on the clouds.
Hate to fall, hate to settle for the status quo, this kind of people blink is light years. There is another kind of person who is self-forgetful is a kind of peak of life.
What I want is either to live a colorful life, or to die a simple death, or to self-corrupt, or to forget myself.
4. The wind is blowing the willow, the bamboo is soft, the flowers are full of sleeves
The night picks the lamp, the red candle leaks, the window pricked embroidery
The noisy street has left the old guard
The water town gentle dream is like the old one
A thousand centuries of style and splendor have been forgotten
The stone steps are long, the steps are light, and the step is shaking
The mottled wall is engraved with the injury of yesterday
They are the same as those in the past, but they are not the same as those in the present. p>
5. Before the love wound is extinguished, the hair on the temples has turned white, and the tears are left behind. I'm not sure how I could have predicted that you would leave first. The world is a vast place, the sea is vast, where can I find you? I have pulled down the hook, thinking of sorrow at night, the past is sad, and hatred is on my heart. In addition to the dream, no one knows the thought. I've been thinking about it for a long time now, but it's not a fog or a smoke, and I'm not sure if I can find it in my mind. Sitting at night on a summer night, I can't help but cry, and I can't help but smile at the corner of Jun's eyebrow, and raise my eyes. However, nowadays, who is happy with it. Instead of the red face, only hurt my heart, so now, sitting alone in sadness. Now, without the company of the king, the scene that I see is all sad face. I also keep, cold incense half stroke. Soughing meandering, listening to the sadness, how can I help love sadness, the deceased has gone. The heart is broken, the sound of the leakage is gradually far away, that a more and more, how not to break the soul. Half-warm, half-existing, sleepless night. The red candle accompanies the night, thinking of the king every night, the sound of cries, who is with the warmth of coexistence. Wine into the sadness, changed into tears, drops down the collapse, damage Cui Luo skirt. Closed door closed heart, summer wind and not. Flowers have bloomed, withered in the dream, dreaming of sorrow, sideburns thrown disabled. Once so, Tanabata have alliance, have that wind lluvia, also like nightingale. Rustling sound, how can I help shallow love. Life and death, but has left, world couple, has expired. Destroy the light and shadow, destroy the memory, destroy the summer night, destroy my heart. The summer night is quiet, the fireflies are shallow, floating out of the mist, it is difficult to distinguish, the fate of this world, night and day destruction. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
6. The road no one ticket car passes, the front door on, the back door no one under.
Crowded, the little girl's eyes wandered through the window, and the light box billboards on the spring blooming season unexpectedly met.
The night was so late, how the paper window was lit. It wasn't, waiting all night, the candle you lit for me.
But it was just an encounter.
The dream of the Red Chamber.
My landscape, all faded, like being washed by heavy rain.
7. A night of wind and snow, the cold wind whisked by, alone on the attic leaning on the railing
Moonlight ghostly splash in the verdant stone road
End of the west wind, grief shallow, the corner of the eye a few sadness and joy
Blowjob sound gently, a trace of how to talk about the emotions
this life is more than a dream, turned his head and tears fell
In a moment, forget the time, lost the feeling
Thinking is redundant, but will still miss
The cape of the world, a few left behind, when the flowers bloom, let it bloom at the end of the memories full of fragrance
8. cross the saddle, with the army from the one time to return to the Kai once happy.
The soldiers stopped fighting, the generals rested, a scorching a happy.
They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.
Lift up your cup and drink to the battlefield, the blood and bodies of all the brave men.
I am fortunate that I am still alive, even though I am a soldier.
Following the general, listening to songs and music, even if I have to bear the bed of Hu willingly.
The player, the lightness, and the sight of this is my heart.
Willow like a waist, face like a flower, but for the official prostitute is a pity.
The music is not the same as the music, but the heart is moving, and there is nothing I can do about it.
So he was able to win the battle, and he was able to win the battle, and he was able to win the battle, and he was able to win the battle, and he was able to win the battle.
Blood on the tip of the knife, hanging head, the general on the seat to thank God.
They were already in the army, and they remembered that they had to be in charge of the expression of the Hu bed.
I was an official, she was a prostitute, and I took her as my wife.
Happy to be in a relationship with a man who has been in love with him for years, the two of us have been designated as a couple of brothers.
Who would have guessed that a long time ago, a wife and mother would change her mind?
They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.
They are the only ones who have ever been in a situation where they have been in love at first sight.
But now it's a tragedy, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it, because I'm not going to be able to do it.
9. Forget about the water, the other side of the flower is still blooming enchanting;
nine heavens, Cangwu ballad is still sung by the lonesome.
The night is long and clear, I am in the middle of the red dust alone drink goblet bitter smile, see countless hustle and bustle flow through this dynasty.
They are the most important thing that you can do to make your life more comfortable.
They are the most important thing that you can do to make your life more comfortable.
The cold and shallow moon, the lonesome silver light, stroked across the brow of the time,
Several times into a cocoon of love, leaving a fragmented language.
Words, dark thoughts.
Thurston's vegetarian string flip, outlining the sadness of the sadness, chaotic tears fluttered lightly rubbing the flow of years, the world is as complicated as smoke, reckless play ten thousand songs of the Cangwu cloud cold, silently sighing red face.
That day, the rainy Jiangnan, remembered the first time I saw, a good man and independent, a Gu Gu pouring people city, and then Gu Gu pouring people country, just a glance, heaven and earth lost color.
The month of January, indulge in landscape, thinking about a few times, the golden wind and jade dew a meeting, how heavy the lovesickness, smoke and rain break the sky, a thousand cups of wine, autumn water condensation pupil.
That year, Jingge Tiema, soldiers under the city, a general success of ten thousand bones, migratory dreams, the moon dance, messed up the three river way, looking back, full of barren land.
The world, between floating and sinking, a glance of 10,000 years, ask what is the love of the world, remember your tears of vermilion, this heart will always pour. The only sad memory, this life is difficult to meet.
10. I am in a strange world, with cold emotions to treat everything. I am in the vast world, waiting for reincarnation, waiting for the next life. I may no longer return to this noisy world, and can not find a place of leisure. Butterflies fly sound Yu, two pairs of ultimately sentimental fly, and the broken wings of the disabled butterflies, and how can the wings of each other? The first time I saw this, I was able to see it through, and I was able to see it through to the end.
I'm playing alone, and my hair is already gray. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was able to get my hands on it, and I was able to get my hands on it. I've kept my heart in the world, but I've lost it since then. At the end of spring and the beginning of summer, the cicadas began to chirp in June, the trees were already lush, and the warm, hot wind brought a little bit of coldness, blowing up my sideburns. I looked at this peaceful scenery, but became, sad spring and autumn. The flowers have bloomed a few, the leaves have drifted a few. In my eyes, they have all become sad scenes. I still remember, you asked me what hurt looks like, and then I understood, you asked me what sadness looks like, and then I also understood. Then you asked me again what forever looked like, and I never got it again. You said that leaving was just helpless, as long as the heart was still there, but I had nothing to say but silence. The smoke has risen, black hair has turned white, and you are no longer, where should I go to spend this life? Cold night under the moon, alone drunk not return, wet lapel, people have gone. I sighed softly and played the piano. Your elegant figure, and appeared in front of the smile, I was lost again. Drunkenness, I staggered some heavy and sad steps. The night has been dark and fearful, but the paper head is still left with the light fragrance of the clothes. I counted all the past days, but finally passed away.
The blue water is floating, the old shadow of Irena. I turned a few court flowers fall, and folded a few more spring scenery. And now it is the beginning of summer, full of flowers and trees has become a barren. The grass is luxuriant, colorful, the branches of the bleak into a permanent wound, the birds no longer song, frogs no longer number, people no longer stay, the heart no longer exist. I also vaguely see your blue hair and clothes, and you play the piano with the scene. The memories of you are like a river of spring water rushing to my heart. The petals all over the ground witnessed those days of love and concubinage, but now can only sigh in silence. Hate parting hard to salvage, solo piano, a song of sadness, a drop of tears. The strings are broken, the intestines are broken, and the heart is destroyed. The beautiful people are no longer, spring and autumn years of sorrow in my heart. The days and years are like years alone, and it is hard to escape the shallow love of marriage. The path is lonely, and the willow is by the water's edge. There is no longer a beautiful woman's silhouette in the water, how can I enjoy it? In the corner of the sky, there are no more old people to think about, how can I miss them? Withered trees and old vines, curling smoke, it's March again, and the year is cold and clear. Laughing and smiling have gradually gone, the dust is a bit sad and lonely heart. I can't stop looking at the red and green, and the spring is over. When the wine is late, and remember the beautiful people, alone murmur, more than grief. I am looking at the appendice alone. I can't forget my eyebrows, I can't let go of my lover. The willow bank, gaze at the place, the thought of love is fruitless. I am in a flat boat again, letting the wind and the mountains and the rivers be desolate. When the geese pass by, it is hard to trust the letter. The old place, sadness, flowers disappear, people thin, than the slanting sun, the beautiful people do not know? I am alone in the candles in the west window, and the night rain has not yet stopped. On the surface of the cold river, fishing alone, how can I help a heart is difficult to get. I'm not going to be able to get the best out of you, but I'm going to be able to get the best out of you.
The string has been broken, and the idea is still not broken; the candle has been extinguished, and the heart is not yet extinguished. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it in a few minutes.
11.searching for red dust
The nightingale hoof, hoof laughs non-human. The first time I saw this, I had to go back to the house, and I had to go back to the house, and I had to go back to the house.
Nine songs of the piano soul, the Irener annihilation. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it in a few minutes.
Some of the wind and rain fell, some of the coil. The first thing you need to do is to look for a place to go, and then ask for the evil appendage.
12. Mirror face
Mirror people, the face passed away.
The world of reincarnation, several people.
They are tired of dancing and playing in the sky with their skirts.
Tearful eyes wet Shaohua, white curls scorn pearl curtain.
The pear blossoms all over the place weave elegant dreams, where the flow of the year show flirtation.
13. I'm thinking of you
A jug of dirty wine and a half-wheeled moon to see the reunion.
Tonight, I'm going to drink alone in the daytime, and I'm going to be able to see where the smoke falls and where the sadness is.
14. Long Lantern
Jun stay, smile is not yet tears Ruoxi.
They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.
It is a good idea to cut the candles to make sure they are empty.
The darkness of the lamps, the coldness of the moon, and the coldness of the silk and bamboo are all very sad.
15.Farewell
Deep valley and green pools, the quiet talk of the South Song.
When I was in love with you, I was in love with you, and I was in love with you, and I was in love with you, and I was in love with you.
It's a great honor for me to be with you forever, and I'm afraid you'll leave.
The song is all over the forest lane, and the love is broken on the lotus boat.
16.
It is known that you want to go to the countryside, but you will not be able to do so with your tears.
They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.
One smile and one life to report the love.
Dancing with the tip of the foot messy, pity heart sadness know flavor.
Flying flotsam and jetsam is not yet over, and the old shadows are scattered between the fingers and eyebrows.
Mae's scarlet place to stay fragrant, with the hook embedded solid stay soul.
17. The wind is whistling in the evening,
Spring is cold,
and it is difficult to get up to warm the quilt.
Rainbows in front of the eaves are like curtains falling,
Light as a dream,
Yesterday's remnants of the sun is still right.
There are a lot of thoughts running into the mind,
The future is uncertain,
To the wind and clouds...
18.There is no remaining burned out years feathered into the thoughts is the fate of the dust or a nightmare
A shocking first sight if you have ever known lead to think of the day, but not to be reunited with the reveal a lifetime of ripples across the rows of the
The life of a hundred years is but a hundred years.
Seeing the spring flowers bloom and fall, the autumn wind blowing the summer moon away, the winter snow flurry is another year .....
There is a voice, withered still fragrant, many dreams in the heart of the treasure; a sea of people, how many times to look back, looking for their own teenager's appearance ......
Look at the flowers in the fog, in the end, who is old waiting. The first thing you need to do is to look at the moon, and in the end, you can't look at the end of the world.
The words "miserable madness", "miserable madness", only to say that the ancient spring return dream does not return!
The last of the ashes are hanging in the air
When the glory of the world is over, I am disappointed with the old traces of rain and smoke, but there is no time to go back to the people who hated me in that year
Time and space are upside down, and the Kunyuan loaded with things to break the sky, and then they are extinguished in an instant, and the stream of light is now, and I don't want to go to the immortals to step on the colorful clouds of the Qionglou building
Any flower that blooms or falls seems to be like a waterfall, and it opens up to the point that it turns to bone, and then it becomes a deposit, and the legendary oath does not necessarily mean that there will be a long scroll
Candlelight is smiling, but it is not the same as a light, it is like water. The wind laughs but the world, sealing the dust is also colorful.
The flute is a great way to get around the clouds, and you can't see the flowers and the sky.
19. The flute is a great way to get around the clouds and you can't see the flowers and the sky.
After the night is over, who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one to ****. The summer flowers are all tuned to lose, people go to the empty building to stay. The warm wind is late to arrive, the heart burst of cool.
The wind outside the curtain, blowing the dream without a trace. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of it.
The sound of parting Xiao, sound and urge down, line line is clear tears.
Back then, there was **** appreciation, the vicissitudes of the sea; now, it is precisely, the remnants of the flowers alone.
The heart does not want to give up, not like sorrow, not like wine, only to think to comfort.
The hope is that the long night and ****, never separate. And now, thinking about it, night and night alone.
Also, it is better to enjoy the lotus, curling. June loves the lotus, loved me, loved her.
Summer and go, negative people don't return, no, and that love is not period, hurt people without marks.
Love sheep, hate, woke up in the middle of the night, tears have been full, the heart cool empty.
The song has been sung in the end of the wine, my heart and soul dream has been broken. I'm sorry that you are so cruel and leave me; I'm sorry that you are so heartless and your dreams are broken, and I'm sorry that you are promised that you are going to tell me that you are broken.
It's a pity that you're leaving, you're in a mess, you've forgotten that you're leaving, you've sung the song a thousand times, you've sung it a million times, you've felt the heartbreak. The night is dark, after the poems and pictures with who ****.
The summer flowers are all tuned to defeat, people go empty building to stay. The warm wind is late to arrive, the heart burst of cool. The winds outside the curtains are moving, blowing the dream without a trace.
Tonight, I hate to part with you, except when you come back. The sound of parting Xiao, sound and urge down, line line is clear tears.
Back then, had **** appreciation, the sea of people; now, it is exactly, the remaining flowers alone. The heart does not want to give up, not like sorrow, not like wine, only to think to comfort.
The hope is that the long night and ****, never separate. And now, thinking about it, night and night alone. Also, also, not as good as to enjoy the lotus, curling. June love lotus flowers, loved me, loved her.
This love and hate when to solve, the sound of broken people and where, do not solve also, wine to eliminate sadness, sadness born of tears. Summer and go, negative people don't return, no, and that love is no time, hurt people no trace.
Love, hate, woke up in the middle of the night, tears have been full, the heart cool and empty. The song has been sung in the end of the wine, my heart soul dream has been broken.
Complaining about the cruelty of the king, away from me; complaining about the king's negative heart, dreaming of beautiful soul break, complaining about the king's promise, is complaining about the intestinal break. Tears fall back, woke up, the tent empty tears, empty thoughts, empty grudges. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
20. outside the pavilion, I sent you a few more sadness.
I used my pen and ink to paint a picture of the mountains and rivers
But I couldn't hold back the steps of your departure
The river is long, a swing of love and sadness
I listened to the piper's voice, falling all over the place
You said that the world things are long, but you are still obsessed with them
The world is long, but you are still obsessed with them
The world is long, but you are still obsessed with them
The world is long, and you are still obsessed with them
The world is long, and you are still obsessed with them
The world is long, and you are still obsessed with them.
The wind is blowing, a song of sadness
Miles of rivers and mountains, a piece of coldness
You have become a passer-by thousands of kilometers away
I'll have to search for you for thousands of kilometers
Maybe you don't remember me
Maybe I'm not enough anymore
The past of the past has become the past
The look of the goose and the fish has become the memories
I can see that you are not the same as the other one, and you can see that you are not the same as the others
I can see that you have a lot of things in your life.
The misty river has shed a few ripples for you
The broken kite floats in the wind in the sky
The lonesome figure is left behind on the dreary old road
But you are the only one who loves the lonely heart
It's just like a dream
I woke up to a deep loss
The Jiangshan River seems to be like a painting, and it's blood-stained with peach blossoms
I'll go to the sword for you
I'll go to the sword for you
I'll go to the sword for you.
I laughed at the past
Afterword:
The years are like water, people are easy to change, and I don't cherish each other.
Darkly sighing the fallen flower is not emotionless, why should we think of each other to cause sadness.
21. Drunkenness and dreaming of death in the blue sky
The high peaks of the dangerous road curved a few games.
I'd like to be on this mountain, so what's the harm in being here all the time?
In the dream, the red face of the princess laughed,
West Lake water fog excitement.
The water and the pavilion, the pipa sound, miserable how to look at each other?
The Buddha's eyebrows are made up,
My fair lady in the water.
I can only hear that the incense is broken, and it's a long, long, long story.
I'm so happy, I'm so happy, I'm so happy, I'm so happy, I'm so happy, I'm so happy, I'm so happy, I'm so happy, I'm so happy, I'm so happy.
I can only see the trumpet and the gong.
I'm sorry to see you go to the cemetery,
but I'm not sure if you'll be able to make it to the cemetery.
I can only smell the lingering incense, and it's so sad, so sad.
A world of scarlet for the red face,
A world of love long drunk a few sorrows.
The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you.
The sky
22.
Waiting for the end of the world.
The wind quietly sings his sadness and smells the rain
The flower quietly waits for an old age and hears the mournful sound of snow
I still sing a song and sing it until your heart breaks for me
Some of the words stayed in my heart at the moment I said them, and some of them went back to the old days at the moment I understood them
I am just I'm just used to wandering, wandering to see lovers and people love
I'm just used to wandering, wandering to see living and life
I'm used to waiting for someone in a place
To see if there is a person in the distance under the appendage
I'm used to looking at the world with a shallow gaze
To faintly reminisce about the scenery of the time when I came to the place where I was when I was there
I'm used to seeing the world with a shallow eye
I'm used to seeing the world with a light eye
The flowers are falling, and I've been there before. The moon's shadow is the only thing that makes me happy, and I wake up in the darkness of my dreams
All the joys and sorrows of the past, all the disasters of the present and the future
All in the blink of an eye
Don't think, don't mourn
Don't rejoice, don't grieve
No happiness, no sadness
No joy, no sadness
The world is not a place of joy or sadness, but of sorrow.