The full text is: If life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before. Love doesn't have to die, the fragrance is just right, and ruthlessness is not necessarily a refusal. I just want you to remember that when you first met, you smiled. ...
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Looking back on past lives, this life has become attached, and the world of mortals is rolling, who can follow! The so-called Iraqis, water side, hard to rely on, tears flow thousands of times! A person leaning against the window, the bright moon in the sky, looking around, a person sad! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, I think about it day and night, and I look forward to it every night! Magpie in the branches, with sadness, hopeless heart, tears spilled on the skirt! Time flies, how can it be wasted? Beauty is easy to get old, but how to flow? If you are interdependent, don't leave!
A world of mortals love, a thousand years of love, a few strands of acacia across the bank, how many old dreams have been secluded? On the water side, I would like to take a boat with lotus fragrance, cross Qin Mingyue and tang style Song Yun, and find you on the vast Xizi Lake! I just want to ring for you every night when I miss you, gently; I just want to smile for you and wipe away the dust in your life. ...
How many people have been hurt by love, how many people's hearts have been hurt, how many memories have been destroyed, how many feelings have been hurt, how many memories have been lost, and how many memories have been lost. Even if a moth puts out the fire, it still doesn't hesitate. They only look at love and hurt themselves, but they can't end their lives. They shed a lot of spoony tears, drank a glass of turbid wine and tasted how much ordinary love! If you are my lotus, let me keep a long-term affection for you in this life. ...
The breeze dances the bright moon, and the dream falls between flowers. When I wake up, it seems like a lifetime ago, and my brow is full of acacia. Lonely in the world, drunk and dreamy, insatiable. Worried thoughts have no boundaries. A person in front of the window, letting the wind blow, watching the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you stroking the jade emperor again and playing the strings drunk? Looking at the Millennium, prosperity has passed, but my infatuation has not changed. It's a pity that after wandering for several times, it's still sweet talk among the flowers in my dream. ...
If I can, I can accompany you for a thousand years. I just want to care about you and smile. If you like, I am willing to accompany you forever, I just want to accompany you forever. Your face is like a lotus in my heart, the sun is setting, whispering faintly, and several fireworks are flying all over the sky in an instant. Are you still sitting in a long pavilion, with sandy jade fingers, winding the warmth of the wind and drawing the horizon, starting from the Mekong River bank? ...
Finger flick, singing flying, wasting my thoughts; Striking the strings, like a slender wind, who do you miss? The feelings around the fingers and the attachment of life have interpreted the homesickness year after year in the sound of pipa and piano; Love is deep, loneliness is hard to hide, and whispers in my ears are like sighs when flowers fall; Love is endless, and everyone will feel pity when they are lonely all their lives, spreading silently in the hazy air; A flood of running water, with all the breeze, dyed the writing paper white. ...
A rustling, human joys and sorrows. With a touch of vicissitudes, the sleeves are full of fragrance, and the secular feelings disappear without a trace. Dance between your fingers and play a romantic and sad song. A bright moon, carrying a wisp of breeze, passes through the Millennium dust. Lonely fingers slip through the sadness of the soul. How many smiles and tears are flying in the sky? Looking back suddenly, I fell into a dream with disappointment. I devoted my life to gentleness and poetry, but I lost you in the melancholy review. ...
The wind is light and rainy, rendering a little coolness; Pointing at the daisy, singing solo all his life; How many times have you gone through the Spring and Autumn Period? Sunset vegetation, a shallow tear, a soft heart. . . Misty rain, faint thoughts, turbid lights, sang joys and sorrows; Thinking about the sky, dancing with the wind; Time flies, whose flashy clothes are scattered all over the floor? With a flick of a finger, the smoke disappears between the whole city; Exquisite appearance, sparkling lake. once ...
A mountain cannot be separated from acacia, and a horizon cannot be separated from silence. I miss you with Sansheng, drinking that bowl of Meng Po soup alone, burying myself in the mountains, listening to the trickle, the breeze dancing with the fallen flowers! Listening to the wind, I can't finish listening to my lifelong thoughts, and running water can't finish listening to my deep love. ...
I can't bear to be the master of the prosperous times, nor can I bear to listen to the songs of the prosperous times. Painful lovesickness has ignited another kind of loneliness, which has frustrated the love of generations and will eventually stop at the picture of parting. The beautiful parting long shadow opened our distance. This shore, you face each other across the river, and I can only say hello to you through the fog. You insisted on stepping on my heart and leaving. ...
Flying flowers all over the city asked who would like to listen to string songs and who would like to whisper this song with me; The vast sea of mulberry fields is still vague, but I don't know where the teenagers went at that time; Prosperity shattered a pool of silent voices, leaving only a ripple now. Later, when Zhu Yan died, I remembered the misty rain and the hedge, watching thousands of clouds pass by alone ... Who sacrificed the sword? Where is Feifei going? You don't have to whisper this song to me. Who can listen to this seventh chord?
At the beginning of writing, today's mutilated body is such a dull thing, so unbearable. That's all, no matter how beautiful the story is, it can't stand the fleeting time. Everything happens for a reason, and everything becomes fate. Why don't you walk away like my Buddha and find a bluestone under the bodhi tree to laugh at your heart? Destiny takes a hand, everything goes with fate. What was once unforgettable is now in my heart. ...
The past is like a dream Looking back, into the morning breeze. I'm very emotional. Listen, that song hurts. In an instant, looking back, wisps of blue silk covered my eyes. In a hurry, the face goes with the flow, who is haggard before the flowers and under the moon, and who is sad after two lines of tears. Years are like songs, the moonlight is beautiful, the world of mortals is far away, and you are as tender as water. Who knows, who knows, who is sad!