green dickey yo my heart
coincidental smile Qianxi beauty eyes look forward to
the so-called Iren in the water side
reed reed reed pale white dew for frost reed reed reed bleak white dew is not sun reed reed reed reed reed picking white dew has not been
p>previously I carry on the willows Yi Yi Yi, now I come to think of the rain and snow fall
spring water than the sky, the painting of a boat listening to the rain sleep
creature of the water, the water, the water, the water, the water, the water and the rain sleep
creature of the water, the water is the sky, the water is the sky, the water is the water.
The water is so clear that it is like a hibiscus, naturally unadorned
The clouds want to be clothed and the flowers want to look like flowers, the spring breeze brushes the threshold and the dew is thick
There are flowers everywhere in the city of spring, and the willow is slanting in the east wind of the cold food
The flowers are so confused that they are all over the place, and it is only when they have no hooves that the grass is gone that horses' hooves can be found
There is a lot of beauty in the smile of a woman who smiles at me, and the powder and daisies of the six palaces are all colorless
Flowers look similar year after year and the people are different from one another year after year
Butterflies in the dream of Zhuang Sheng, a cuckoo in the heart of Emperor WangdiTears in the bright pearl of the ocean moon, smoke in the warm jade of the blue field sun
This love can be recalled, but it was lost at that time
Heaven's will is to pity the grass, and the earth's night sky is clear again
The wind warms up the sound of the birds, and the sun highs up the shadows of the flowers
There is only one word for "peace", and it is to be broken off by a few stems of whiskers
There is only one love, and that's the moon in the spring, and it is for the departed person to take pictures of the fallen flowers. Last night, the west wind withered the blue tree, alone on the tall building, looking at the end of the road
The belt is gradually widened, but never regret it, for Yi to consume the people emaciated
This night wine woke up where, the willow willow shore, the wind of the moon
The past years should be a good time good scene is not real, even if there are a thousand kinds of feelings more with the other person to say
Many feelings since ancient times hurt parting, but also how to be cold down in the Qing Autumn Festival
Flower from the drifting water from the streams, The two are in two places of sorrow
If love lasts forever, how can it last forever
If you look for someone else for a thousand years, you will find him at the end of the lights
The 24 bridges are still there, and the waves are swirling around, but the moon is silent
I remember the red herbs by the bridges, and who they were born for year after year
Who is drunk on frosty forests, and who is drunk on the tears of departed people
I advise you not to be drunk in front of the flowers. Don't hesitate to get drunk in front of the flowers, this year's flowers will be gone, next year's flowers will be gone, and your head will be white
This year's cold night in the south of the Yangtze River, who knows what's in your heart
Dancing in the moonlight in the heart of the willow building, singing in the wind at the bottom of the peach blossom fan. The wind at the bottom of the peach blossom fan
A hundred years of parting on a high floor? The water has no love for the grass
The sun sets in the east and the birds cry? The flowers are like the people who fell from the building
Changtai Willow? The willows of Zhangtai? Is it still there? Even if it looks like the old one? I'm going to have to climb and break other people's hands
The willow branch? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I hate to part with you every year. The winds of the night suddenly reported the fall?
The flowers on the street can be slowly returned
The ink marks on the drunken peach blossoms, the stone is brilliant as Xia
The upper spring of the yellow spring
If life is only like the first time to see, what is the matter with the autumn wind sad painting fan
Beach blossoms under the feeling of the flow of the year
The love of the previous dream, the dream of a few times to grieve
Then it was only common
If the love of the previous dream, the dream of a few times to grieve
The love of the previous life, the dream of a few times to grieve
It is only common
It is only common
The world has to understand the language of flowers, with who to understand the language of flowers
Life is just like the March flowers
Just don't see, the sun and autumn rain deep mountain silence
With my three life fireworks, in exchange for a life of confusion
My self is a young man, the Shaohua dumped
The end of the who makes the string broken, the flowers fell shoulder, trance confusion
How many red face pining, how much loves to break down, The only thing left behind is the blood-stained ink and fragrance of the weeping graves
Leaving everything clear and muddy for him, he will reincarnate for you between smiles
Sending you a song, not asking about the end of the song
Who told you that the smoke burned away, scattering the vertical and horizontal ties
Mountains have trees and trees have branches, and your heart is happy with you, but you don't know it
In the past, there was a tower of morning and night singing, and the sleeves of the dance of the country's capital were on the top of the hill
When the floating flowers and waves are all gone, I will be accompanied by my friends, and they will be with us. The flowers and the waves are all gone, and I am alone with you
Once the spring is gone, the red face grows old, and the flowers fall and the people die without knowing it
The stars are lit up, the people's voices are nowhere to be heard, and the song is not a beacon for the troubled world
The clouds cover the moon, and the people's footprints are gone, and I can't tell you how lonely it is
The stars look like this one was not last night, and who is the one who stood up in the middle of the night in the wind and the dew
The wind is the sand of the finger, and the old age is the years of life
Mountains and rivers are at hand, and I have to be happy for the people who have been there for me.
Mountains and rivers, a smile for you
Through the years, dreaming back to the water's edge, to see the fireworks bloom out of the full moon
The torrential water, the rapid flow of the years, a few decades of finger flick through, looking back at the dust of the past, as if it were a dream.
Both do not look back, why not forget
Since there is no destiny, why vow
Today's all kinds of, seemingly water without trace
Morrow night and night, this has been a stranger
A flower a world, a leaf a pursuit
A song a sigh, a lifetime for a person
Turning around, a wisp of cold incense far away
Death of the snow deep, the smile shallow
When I was in the middle of the day, I was in the middle of the day, I was in the middle of the night, and I had no idea that I was in a hurry.
In the next life, will you ferry me?
Life and death, with the son into a happy
Hand in hand, with the son to grow old
People years of life and death, do not think of self unforgettable
Thousands of miles of lonely graves nowhere to talk about the bleakness of
The sky does not grow old, the love is difficult to extinct
Heart like a double silk net, there are a thousand knots
Like a flower beautiful, like a waterfall
Back in the past, but not back to the past, but also in the future,
Silent water flows deep, Cangsheng steps on the song,
Three lifetimes of sorrows and joys
Who will forget when we look at each other, the country is the old country
Leng refuses to play, limp and limber,
Long streets are long, the fireworks are complicated, you pick the lamp to look back
Short pavilions are short, the red dust is crushed, I put the Xiao Xiao sighs
Love is too difficult, two places are always remembered.
But there is only one petal of incense in my heart to remember my past life.
Who will turn the music into a sad song?
The wind and the rain have been so harsh that the lamps have been thinned out for another night.
I don't know what's bothering me,
It's boring to be awake, it's boring to be drunk, it's boring to dream, it's not like I've ever been to Xieqiao.
After many years, the light boat has already crossed ten thousand mountains,
The flow of light is easy to turn, and the floating life is finished,
What else can't be forgotten
Peach leaves are peach leaves again and again, and the peach tree is even peach roots.
The two joys of pitying each other are the only things that make me attentive.
Peach leaves are the same as peach leaves, and you don't need an oar to cross the river.
But there is no pain in crossing the river, I will greet you myself
Love is gained, but it is not gained. Before it blooms, it withers.
Behind the residual red flying like rain, for whom to mourn the unfinished love affair.
It's a dream, but the only thing that's real is the blossoming of the flowers.
Spring is also, **** cherish the sunny year.
There are still peach blossoms on the water,
No excuse for drunkenness in front of the bamboo leaves.
But I want to see the blue sky.
This is the first time I've ever been to a place where I've forgotten that I've been through this door before.
The spring of that year, except for the blossom is not true.
Empty twisting of flowers and leaning on the door, empty brow faint traces
That spring, remember the slave word A Chun
The vast expanse of the world, a sword to save all the broken
Where the prosperity of the psalm song fell
Leaning on the clouds thousands of pots of words loneliness
Even if the others laugh at me
Listening to the strings broken, broken the three thousand obsessive
Falling flowers annihilation, obliteration
Flower, if you feel sorry for it, will fall on your fingers
I asked the Buddha: What does it mean that things are impermanent?
The Buddha said, "The impermanence is the constant, and ignorance is fearless.
I asked the Buddha: Why are my feelings always up and down?
The Buddha said: "Everything is known to me, everything is known to my heart, the moon is full and the tide is high and the tide is low, and it is only peaceful when it floats and sinks.
The Buddha said: obsession as the abyss, is gradually into the death along the line.
The Buddha said: clinging to the dust is a futile and unproductive endeavor.
The Buddha said: obsession is like tears, is dripping into the heart of the broken, broken and flying apart.
I asked the Buddha: what is the margin?
The Buddha said: the edge is ice, I will be ice in my arms.
The ice melted and I realized that the edge was gone.
You see, or you don't see me
I am there
No sadness, no joy
You miss, or you don't miss me
Affections are there
No coming, no going
You love, or you don't love me
Love is there
No increasing, no decreasing
You follow, or you don't follow me<
My hand is in yours
Never give up
Come into my arms
Or
Let me live in your heart
Love each other in silence
Silent and joyful
On that day, with my eyes closed, I heard you recite the true words of the scriptures in the fog of incense in the hall of the scripture temple.
On that month I shook all the scripture tubes.
That January, I shook all the scripture tubes, not for the sake of transcendence, but only to touch your fingertips;
That year, I knocked my head long and prostrate on the mountain road, not for the sake of audience, but only for the warmth of sticking to you;
That life, I turned to the mountains and water to the pagodas, not to cultivate for the next life, but only for the sake of meeting with you on the way;
That moment, I lifted up the wind and horses, not for the sake of blessing, but only to wait for your arrival;
That instant, I drifted into immortality, not for the sake of blessings. , I drifted into immortality, not to seek immortality, but to bless your peaceful smile.
That night, I listened to Brahma songs all night long, not for the sake of enlightenment, but only to seek a trace of your breath.
That day, I built a mani pile, not to cultivate virtue, but only to cast stones from the lake of my heart.
That day, I climbed the 100,000 mountains, not to repair the afterlife, but only to meet you in the road.
Capped like snow on the mountains, augmented by the moon in the clouds.
We heard that you have two intentions, so we came to meet each other.
Today's meeting will be a wine fight, and tomorrow's meeting will be a ditch water head.
Mincing about the ditch, the water flows east and west.
This is the first time I've ever seen a wedding in the world, and I don't think I'll ever have to cry about it.
Wish I could find a man of my heart and never leave him.
The bamboo poles and the fish tails are all in a row.
What is the use of money and knives for a man?
Spring is in full bloom, the colors are all over the place, the piano is still in the Royal Palace, and the new sound is old! The water has a mandarin duck, the Han Palace has a wood, and his things and new, contempt of the world's people Ruoxi, dim in the obscene and do not realize!
The string is broken, the mirror is missing, the dew is drying, the time is over, the white head is singing, the sad parting, and try to eat more do not miss the concubine, the brocade water soup, and you long goodbye!
Red hands, yellow cord wine, full of spring color palace wall willow;
East wind is bad, the love is thin,
A hankering for sadness, a few years away,
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as ever, but the people are thin, and moist with tears;
The peach blossoms are falling, and the pavilion of the leisure pool,
The mountain alliance is there, but it is hard to trust the book,
Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo.
The world is thin, the people are evil, the rain sends the dusk flowers to fall easily;
The dawn wind is dry, the tear marks are residual,
Wanting to write down the affairs of the heart, solo speech slanting appendage,
Difficult, difficult, difficult.
People have become different, today is not yesterday, the sick soul is often like a swing rope;
The sound of the horn is cold, the night is late,
Fear of being asked, swallowing tears and pretending to be happy,
Hidden, hidden, hidden.