1. Drunkenness and forgetfulness, why should we be entangled in the family; can pity the silent night, the shadow of the words bleak. The thousand years of destiny to know, this life love melancholy; load can not move, many sorrows, want to talk about the first tears flow. In the ageless night, stringing up your warm piece of broken words, folded into the Tang and Song Dynasty, paved with tonight's text. A love affair can only be sent to the dream, and I, into a dream butterfly, waiting for the dawn in the long thin moonlight instant, *** dance.
2, the Buddha said: five hundred times in the previous life look back, in exchange for this life's shoulder brush. A short side of this life encounter, how many previous life incense edge. Holding hands is a kind of destiny, looking back is a kind of destiny; life is a kind of destiny, love is a kind of destiny; if there is another life, the next life is also a kind of destiny. Composition of life, is that countless karma; let you to knot, to solve. The only way to see the rise and fall of karma is to cherish it and follow it with the Buddha's heart.
3, that year, that month, that time, has quietly passed. The love, the love, the love, the love, has been a thousand years. The mountain, the water, the sound of the piano, has gradually clear. The river, the bank, the two sides, has been devastated. The figure standing on the bank is still upright. The sound of the piano is melodious. That is who, playing a song of absolute sound, will bury my ten thousand feet of red dust!
4, heartfelt encounters, the fate of this life. The love of attachment, if the falling flowers like flowing water. When you look back, the years are still quiet, that peace of mind, is a flower on another flower smile, and I, only in the light of the time to miss. Only for you that a touch of deep look back, fall between the eyebrows that a song of thoughts. Regardless of whether the years will grow old? Red dust with you, my soul will always be tied to your dream, with you together with the red dust and a thousand years ...
5, red dust, is the stream in the river drifting duckweed, entangled in the love of the dust of the people, the I long refused to retreat to the green clothes, only to wait for the late arrival of the king. Complaints, only for that mountain, that water, that person; love, only for the gentleman a smile like a red face. I don't know where you live. Who are you going to meet after dusk on the willow branch on the moon? This drunken dream will be drunk red face, wine as a song, a smile of the city country; if you are willing to come, I would like to dance for you a song of the city ...
6, the other side of the flower, flowers bloom on the other side of the bank, spring growth, summer leaves, autumn blossom, winter leaf retreat, flowers and leaves never see. The flowers and leaves on the other side of the river are guarded by each other, they keep each other, they know each other, they think about each other, they love each other, and they never see each other. The flowers on the other side of the river, flowers and leaves mutual cause and effect, life and love, life and error, life and rebirth, life and birth, destined to life and death.
7, the world of prosperity, how enemy of my cloudy wine a cup! The old dream of the past dust, not as laugh drunk a time. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The snow into the window, tonight, no moon and no sadness. Who picks up the finger snowflakes! Who is obsessed with the red face of the moment! Who drinks a pot of moonlight! Who drinks three feet of melancholy? Tears dissolve the snow, just like the years negative youth. Raise a cup of solo drunk, drink the snow, blank and a year old ...... only sigh I have gone, the rest of life blank.
8, long Huai look off, wind and rain into tears. A little bit of sadness, even into the east flowing water. 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 dirty. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.
9, good wind like water, bright eyes like the moon. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. When I look back, I see the moon shadow and water waves, and look at the heart of the matter and now how. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
10, drunkenly listening to the piano, smile poetry, cold half of the world to stay sad inscription. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was so happy to see you. The first time I saw the movie, I thought it was a good idea to go back to the old days. Who does not want to, the moment of eternity, the memory to leave traces? Who is willing to say goodbye to Iren, cherish the past round of frost clamor, fragile vows, forgetting the ripples of the river, the heart of the silk Canyuan Yuan, the wreckage, the love of a thousand years, vaguely circling back to the red dust, the old destiny.
11, such as flowers and beautiful women, but also can not beat the flow of years; heart as a rock, but also can not beat the smoke. This world has too little mutual help, too much to forget in the lake. Once y loved by some people, as long as the day as a long time, to be in love with a moment as a love of the world. So the commitment, so the extravagant hope of the hands of his son, with his son to grow old.
12, a thousand years a cycle, strangers in the red dust in the intoxication of whose eyes? Who has been stained yesterday in the world of luxury and prosperity? Through the tunnel of time and space, the waves of the past life. The accidental loss of the journey back to the dream of Jiangnan again. On that day, the peach blossoms were fluttering, and the green silk was brushing the willow. I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. Fiddle a song, a thousand years of yaoqin, intoxicated who's heart? Lost in the confusion, the stunning a skim, fell into that glance, a sinking is a thousand years.
13, in the red dust we are all passers-by, I am drunk for you? Who is my heart broken? The sea of people, for whom I stay? I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that, but I'm sure you'll be able to. The landscape of the mirror can be treasured for how long? Red dust a smile, how many people throughout their lives, have not found their true love, and how many people in the search to lose themselves in the ...... sunset to the remnants of tears, so that a world of love in the corner of the eyes of the withered old into.
14, if, I am just a passer-by in your sea of people, can not let me obsessed? If, I just you like flowers in the years of embellishment, can not let me intoxicated? If I am just the starting point of your half a lifetime of displacement, can you not let me leave? If I'm just your dispensable fireworks, can you not let me be broken? I can't see the end of the story. Who will wait for me in the old city of smoke and rain? The flowers are silent and fall all over the ground, do you know whose feelings have been hurt? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
15, how much red dust passers-by, how many past clouds, a parting, the end of the world scattered. Colorful butterfly water sleeve dance breeze, warm jade smoke piano geometry; dream pin incense Iren dream, dawn moonrise according to the old man; Qinhuai River mandarin ducks drunk, heavenly palace osmanthus fly. Drunken eyes, tears pointing to the face of Irena. The word "heart" is still missing, the love affair is stranded, a lifetime of separation, but I have never been able to fall out of that one, and ultimately the thoughts stay in the watery years.
16, a world of face, passing scenery - red dust, we rub shoulders, in the end, who is who's scenery ...... I only know that when the distance is no longer the distance, we will meet, knotted into water, condensed into ice, or, into the Dust ...... Wish you are my most beautiful scenery, I am your long awaited returnee.
17, leaning alone on the platform tears Ruoxi, Tanabata alone language love love Yi. I don't ask you to go to the white head, but seek a life without parting. Words, easy to hurt; wine, easy to get drunk. Astringent tears, sweet smile. It is just a night of flowers falling on the eve of Tanabata, folded into a drama. Floating hurt for a moment, fade into oblivion for a season. Empty memories, disrupt the silence. The smile is gone, the despondency is thousands. I've been thinking about this for a long time, but it's like a dream. It is also like flowing water, never return. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at this," he said.
18, who for whom to watch into an eternal monument, who for whom to condense into a drop of tears of the millennium. Who for whom to keep the sea to the mulberry outlet, who for whom to wait for the night to the day. Who for whom the green silk boiled into white hair, who for whom the youth consumed into a falling flower. Who made who laugh, who made who cry, who held who's hand, who married who? In the end, who is who, do not know the answer also does not matter, do not go to force to become who who!
19, Huangquan Bilu go, from now on divided into two places. It is the companion of this life, or the next life and then cherish. The road to the end of the world, the soul from the return home, no snow tonight, no clear, no sadness and happiness, two relative look at Ruoxi wind fine. Spring rain overnight even dawn, outside the stacks of willow, strangers Artemisia, wild ferry blowjob. In the past, the world is now at the end of the world, the willow flakes are soft and soft, and the running water is full of flying flowers. Since the wine to the river and the sky pouring, some wash this day, the original can be a smile.
20, who is wandering around the road, who is waiting for the ancient road. A thousand years of looking back, a hundred years of loneliness. Loneliness who with, lonely who ****. In the past life of the shoulders, this life meet. Love dances in the wind, love plays in the rain. The once delusional, once confused, the dream has woken up with the wind. At this moment: love has no words, love has no sound. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
21, the autumn wind, the autumn moon. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was able to see it. The first time I saw you, I knew you were going to be in love with me, and I knew I was going to be in love with you, and I knew you were going to be in love with me, and I knew you were going to be in love with me, and I knew you were going to be in love with me, and I knew you were going to be in love with me, and I knew you were going to be in love with me, and I knew you were going to be in love with me.
22, flowers red thank you? The leaves are green and withered. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. The wind has scattered them. A season of flowers, a season of fading. A tree spits out green, a land withered yellow. A hook of cold moon, full of love! In the end, are destined to be the reincarnation of the previous life, unwillingly can only be appointed. Really don't have to care, just can't do it. So, all the way along the side of forgetting, but also all the way to frequently review, unwilling, unwilling to give up, can not bear ...
23, when the bustle of the time broken, I saw a place of sadness in front of the fallen remnants of the flower, all the oaths of alliance is not as bad as the fate of the night, the transformation of the end of the bustle are all the mutilations. Who is watching the end of the world for whom? Who for whom to look off the road home, and who for whom to flourish into flowers, scattered into rain? I chant in my heart not dare to forget. Before the reincarnation of the last wish, whether someone with a minute of waiting, in exchange for my life's expectations?
24, heart like the sea, love like flowers, a piece of heart can be wrongly paid to who? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. Who is it that sings in the ear; who is it that swears by the sea. Heavily surging, the heart as if back to that year, you and I hand holding petals snuggling, strolling in this secluded ancient road, and now the years are not, dream bubble, such as fog is also like electricity, love a lifetime of end unrepentant, love everywhere are landscapes, the beauty is in the moment.
25, this life, you are me, forget the millennium confidant, you are me, dyed red dust, scattered sentimental thoughts. Karma, rubbing shoulders, who dumped my city, I'm negative who's heart, from now on, that a touch of face forgotten the end of the world, there is no hope. With you, miss a season, that is the season of falling flowers. A falling red, skirt fluttering, flinging out the soft sleeve, as if flinging out the past of the millennium.
26. Lone star broken, broken dreams, cold clothes. The mirror face, thin under the moon, look forward to through the curtain, look forward to a full belly of heartache. I always want to avoid those memories about you, return to the ultimate calm, so that the heart is calm and relaxed. However, the moment you turn your head, you have forgotten the tenderness of the millennium, for me to plant a bone-deep wound in this life; thousands of drunkenness, can not be drunk this life of ten thousand volumes of sadness. Volume in the volume, words carved heart, only a song sings an unchanging story, fade into the heart.
27, the month of speechless people still, the years in the world turned a few rounds. The language is difficult to rest, the view of the vast red dust, smoke and rain river! I do not understand, each other tugging ties, as has been fixed picture, how to correct the wrong implementation. The sentiment is long, those once and again hurt, once and again touched, looking back, but also a false dream.
28, do not bear to do prosperous master, bear to listen to the prosperous song. The pain of love ignited another kind of loneliness, bumpy several love will finally stop in the parting of the painting of the sadness, the beautiful parting of the long shadow, pulling away from our distance, this bank, you are on the opposite side of the river, I can only greet you through the mist, you insisted on stepping on the point of my heart, and then leave.
29, the wind, the water is cold, hibiscus pouring city, peony fragrance, morning dew, brush the sleeves of the weak willow, Xiaoxiang twilight rain, like a drape, covetous Zhu lips, dawn ambush, flower shadow wall, the evening breeze in the bamboo forest, a piece of paper to send each other, dance and singing Puruyu, dipped in half a cup of tea, witnessed the displacement of the world, sighing the rain, lotus Hui dew, and complained about the green face of the wind and frost, Zhu Xia dot fat, Dai eyes to pass on the feelings of the people who order, pouring pedal world prosperity, who pen and ink, and for whom to do so, and for whom to do so, and for whom to do so. Whose pen and ink, and for whom the divination on that one trigram? Drunk this night, years stolen; remember the past, shallow ink plain paper. Chrysalis love cocoon into a butterfly, butterfly for the flowers and broken, but the flowers fly with the wind. Shallow singing and whispering a few words, drunkenly ask what year is this evening?
30, agar jelly jade dew, to be the E. Excel sandals fall, sad, sad soul, flowers, sighing a remnant of the sideburns defeat shadow. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. More hold the green lamp to see the flower death, a song solo cold crescent, full of wolves, flash of fame, lost buried in the sycamore rain, throbbing fancy years, obsessed with your three thousand green silk hair.
31, Luocheng Silence, the pen is dead, dancing strangers, quicksand fly, Qinhuai Faye Chop sadness, storage ink warm makeup point night center, Qin Shi Mingyue, moved through the women's wall, Cangyangjiazuo, Xin shaking pianxiang song. Window whisking night residual moon fall, stepping shadow finger shaking pouring city sadness, gorgeous dream, routed down to the ground, caressing your legacy of pain, the corner of the eye unconsciously moist tears.
32, pen flowers, shallow traces of dark, book ink, with paper make-up, eyes with tears, smile cold disability, lightly poured shallow drunkenness, comforting the vicissitudes of life, rocking oars, boating on the lake, a Demoiselle Pale Smoke, fishing alone in the cold river snow, layers of ripples, gradually dispersed, the weak pen, is still for you to fill in the broken sentences of the broken chapter, broken armor, is still for you to fight for a share of the world, rusty halberd in the bloody rain and gusty winds, who collapsed! The world's fairy tale.
33. The wind, water cold, hibiscus pouring city, peony Fu Xiang, morning drinking dew, brush the sleeve of the weak willow, Xiaoxiang twilight rain, like a drape, covet Zhu lips, dawn ambush, flower shadow wall, the evening breeze in the bamboo forest, a piece of paper to send each other, singing and dancing Puruyu, dipped in a half a cup of tea aftertemperature, witnessed the displacement of the world, sighing the rain, lotus Hui dew, and complained about the green face of the wind and frost, Zhu Xia dot fat, Dai eyes to pass on the love, whose order, pouring pedal the world's prosperity, and whose pen and ink, but also for whom to divulge on the Whose order is it to pour on the prosperity of the world, and whose pen and ink is it to divine the fortune for? Drunk this night, years stolen; remember the past, shallow ink plain paper. Chrysalis love cocoon into a butterfly, butterfly for the flowers and broken, but the flowers fly with the wind. The shallow singing and whispering a few words, drunkenly ask what year is this evening?
34, agar jelly jade dew, to be the E. Excel sandals fall, sad soul, flowers, sighing a remnant of the sideburns defeat shadow. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. More hold the green lamp to see the flower death, a song solo cold crescent teeth, full of wolves, flash of fame, lost buried in the sycamore rain, throbbing fancy years, obsessed with your three thousand green silk hair.
35, green monument under the immortal splendor, gorgeous sinking vicissitudes of the lonely years, the flower of the withered leaf butterfly, with the broken wings, leaping Shaohua, whose blood and tears, yin buried underground, and who's a good story, chaotic conversion. Tears of a thousand years, the long-standing love affair, chopping the endless, is actually a person's world, the empty city embellished dye half of the city smoke and sand, broken walls, lonely souls flawed next to seek knowledge of the world's best myths.
36, point Jiang Jiang lips, wanting to say yet to rest, whispering chapter, vegetarian written Li Ren Fu, drunkenness, how can the fallen flowers can be picked, a few pieces of light, appendage all night, lingering in the past life, the wind and frost pressure plum, Moshae orchid window, shaking open the folding fan, the head of the steam pillow pillow blossoms, a volume of curtains, hanging water wood years.
37, people talk, Su Cheng Luo Xia, sad que broken heart song, red embroidery to add incense to the collapse, bean kou years of age, submerged, painful fall, as time fades, this is a dream fairy tale of two people, and now turned into a person's joke.
38, rice paper dyed ink, Hanlin word library, hanging scroll that brocade silk Luo satin, bound in the curtain dream, lyric paper Xiangxiang ink, Hanmo flow. Dense Han Fu Yuanqu, a song of parting, stained with Tang poetry, Ning words, the loss of Jinnian, writing a song of colorful sadness, resting on the pillow of the displacement of the pain, sleeping in that world, bleak and sad soul, miserable into sound. Remote finger humbly falling flowers, rain into butterflies, wind and smoke residual dream, alone know a volume of Sanskrit under the scriptures.
39, konghou play all, sadness and happiness, star hidden moon residue, alone chaotic its life, remnants of the remaining tears of the candles, confused drunken reflection, purple sandalwood, including dyeing who a song of love in the city, the night engulfed the mountains, who in the memories of the aftertaste. The night engulfed the mountains, who in the memory of the aftertaste. Luo Silk Cold, weak strands of three thousand, interpretation of the wind and splendor, face swaying, solo song end of the people scattered. Cold dream into a yoga, rivers and mountains like a picture, the luxury of empty, for you to write a paper ink incense, write down the world of love. The mandarin ducks play in the water, the Qing Hua sinks and floats in a few chaos, leaning on the fence, deep thought, the morning dew hate the morning sun.
40, Raccoon Flowers quietly flow with the passing water, a spring dream don't night dawn, had for the remnants of the butterfly Gotham line of books, touching the eyes of the morning light rain, touch the pen into a sad, tears with the word fell, fell down the crescent moon, sacrificed to the years of childhood sweethearts, the two little guesses.
ancient style beautiful sayings classic ancient style phrases
Spring all over the peach blossom water, do not identify the source of the fairy where to find the "Peach Source line" poem describing the water
The so-called Iren, in the water side. Poetry Classic "reed reed"
The water is all misty blue, a thousand feet to the bottom. Wu Jun "and Zhu Yuan Si book"
Still pity the hometown water, ten thousand miles to send the boat. Li Bai's "Farewell at Jingmen"
The water of Chu is as clear as the sky, and the blue sea is far away. Li Bai's "Farewell to Song Zhi Ti in Jiangxia"
Previously, I heard about the water in Dongting, and now I go up to Yueyang Tower. Du Fu, "Wu and Chu in the Southeast"
The tide is flat and the shore is wide, the wind is right and a sail is hanging. Wang Wan, "Under the Second Beigu Mountain"
White hair floats on green water, and red palms pluck clear waves. Luo Binwang's "The Goose"
The water flows as if it were meant to, and the birds return to each other in the twilight. Wang Wei's "Return to Songshan"
I think of you every day, but I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River. Li Zhiyi's "Bu San Zi"
The water of Canglang is so clear that it can wash my tassel. Li Bai's "Dreaming of Tianmu" (梦游天姥吟留别)
The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me. Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"
The water is deeper than the peach blossom pool, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me. Li Bai's "Xie?
The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and never returns to the sea. Li Bai's "Wine in the Sea"
The autumn water of the South Lake has no smoke at night, and it is possible to ride the stream straight up to the sky. Li Bai's "Jinling Restaurant"
The mountain moon does not know what is going on in the heart, and the water wind is empty of the flowers in front of me. Zhang Zhihe's "Fishing Songs"
Peach blossoms fill the upper head, the spring water of the Shu River shoots the mountain stream. Liu Yuxi's "The Lyrics of the Bamboo Branch"
The willow is green and the river is level, and I hear the sound of singing on the river. Liu Yuxi's "The Lyrics of the Bamboo Branch"
The flowers of the river are more red than fire at sunrise, and the water of the river is as green as blue in spring. Bai Juyi's "Spring Walk to Qiantang Lake"
The spring is soundless, and the shade of the trees loves the water. Yang Wanli's "Small Pond"
Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two in number, and ducks are the first to recognize the warmth of the water in the spring river. Su Shi "Huichong Spring River"
The water in front of the door can still be west, do not sing the yellow chicken with white hair. Su Shi's "Raccoon Creek Sand"
The peach blossom water is everywhere in spring, and I can't tell where the source of immortality is to be found. Wang Wei's "Walking in the Peach Blossom Garden"
The green mountains are hidden and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not yet withered at the end of the fall. Du Mu's "Send to Yangzhou Hanchuo"
The weather is new on March 3, and there are many beautiful people at the water's edge of Chang'an. Du Fu's "The Walk of the Lillies"
The smoke and clouds in the north do not end, and the water in the east of the great river goes on for a long time. Wang Yuanliang's "Six Songs of Chaozhou"
The falling flowers are intent on following the flowing water, but the flowing water is not interested in the falling flowers. Shi Weibai (The Record of the Continuing Transmission of the Lights)
A thousand rivers have water and a thousand rivers have moon, and ten thousand miles have no clouds and ten thousand miles of sky. Lei An Zheng Cheng Cheng (The Record of the Lights of the Jiatai Pudong)
Flowers are drifting away from each other, and the water is flowing away from the river. Li Qingzhao's "Plum Scissors"
How many sorrows can you have? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward. I'm not sure if you've ever seen me in the past, but I'm sure you've never seen me in the past, and I'm sure you've never seen me in the past. Under the moon, I'm still a dreamlike woman, with long hair, neon dresses, dancing and playing with shadows. 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 can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
2. You are the Buddha's beads in front of the Buddha, when the dust settles, the love affair sharpened the memory of the end of the frost like dull, I am willing to fall in the sea of love in the past life for you layer by layer, perhaps only to exchange for the encounter with you in this life. I can not because of your heart of the lotus and want to get into the wrong, just want to change this life a season of flowers bloom fragrance also you I waited a thousand years in the previous life!
2. want to keep each other, difficult to look at each other, people are the end of the world sad; love is easy to die, hate is also long, the lights of the people at a loss; line thousands of mountains, wading through the water, the road of tears on the road of lovesickness; spring flowers, autumn leaves fall, after the prosperity of the residual aroma; wine, the heart is also drunk, the shirt light sleeve dance fly; think of the autumn water, the idea of the Irena, at hand at the end of the world is comparable to the mandarin ducks; love in the past, the debt of this life, the red world of dreaming a round.
3. want to keep each other, difficult to look at each other, people are the end of the world sad; love is easy to die, hate is also long, the lights of the people at a loss; line thousands of mountains, wading through ten thousand water, love on the road tears two lines; spring flowers, autumn leaves fall, after the prosperity of the residual fragrance; look at the sky, sighing the moon, the shape of a single heart heart despair; wine, the heart is also drunk, the shirt light sleeve dance fly; think of the autumn water, the idea of the Irena, the end of the world is comparable to the mandarin ducks; the love of a former life, the debt, the cycle of red dust a dream. The first time I saw this, I had to go to the hospital.
4. A dream of a thousand years drunk on red dust, a lonely life with the song. For you, I am drunk on the cycle of a thousand times, pale this rolling red dust that a touch of short and eternal love. A thousand years of poetry, in the flower smile between the drunkenness of your charming dimple, once the sea turned into a few dreams of sorrow, the moment of the fleeting flower, whose fingertips inadvertently flowed through the millennium, in the melancholy of the heart to lock up the fragrance of the moment.
5. Life is a predestined fate, from the beginning to the end, from nothing to nothing, from nothing to nothing, although destined to go up in smoke, but the clamor of the dust, came, loved, and pain, then smiled innocently, so no regrets. The years have passed, and the splendor of the end, a few more melancholy, a few more disappointed, just because the cut is not broken, reason is also broken. 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 products and services in the world.
6. Drunkenness knows that the wine is thick, waking up knows that the dream is empty, the original to see the flowers withered is also a kind of pain. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots. In the end, you can only guard that unchanging face, a guard is a thousand years. Look at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, sad flow, but can not cover the mottled years. The burning out of the wind and splendor, for whom was turned into the flowers on the other shore? Who caresses a trace of my hair, who owes me the price of a lifetime.
7 A bridge, called Naihe; a river, called the River of Forgetfulness. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. Wish, accompanied by three thousand drunken laughs, not to tell the sadness; memory, beauty like jade, sword like rainbow, broken void; pity, fleur-de-lis over the word word sadness, love is difficult to think about. The realm of flowers, water and moon in a snap of the fingers. He, laugh and drink Mengbo soup. She, not to shed tears of beauty! And rain and smoke and rain two not win, heaven and earth as sad. If there is an afterlife, for the king of the city, this love, who understands!
8. Believe in love at first sight, believe that there will always be a person will be waiting for you quietly at the corner of the years. Just you have to keep your eyes peeled and look carefully
9. Every story: or warm, or sad, or romantic, or touched, maybe very real, or very hypocritical, and even very ugly, no matter what kind of story, just so that we can be more true to the understanding of love, maybe we all believe in love, but does not mean that everyone's love is as pure as pure water generally pure
10. There is a kind of single, just to wait for a person, wait for that love, and so on. I'm just waiting for a person, waiting for the one who should wait. Not want to say goodbye to the single, not want to do all the time bachelor, just for that love, that love, that has been in the heart of the people, and willing to quietly choose to live alone.
11. We often use the most childish way to threaten the most loving people. For example, an upset on the text messages do not return to the phone does not pick up, pull black, threatened to no longer need each other, looking at his crazy looking for you, your heart got an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and revenge right? But this feeling will soon disappear, after you may lose this person. When he stops looking for you, you will have an epiphany that the only person who was willing to be bullied by you, is gone.
12. People keep moving forward, but love is moving backwards. In the past, to write a letter to the lover, at least two weeks to arrive, but also two weeks to reply to the letter, the four weeks is wonderful. But now, lovers can text and call at any time, and love is exhausted in 3 days. Love requires imagination. The state of mind in which love is prepared is more interesting than the love itself.
13. If love has not come to a dead end, then remember: comfort is important, more understanding, more greetings, more care. Who will have the past, revisit the year is not a nostalgia for the past, but in the nostalgia to learn how to face new people, new things. Happiness, there are millions of things. Unfortunately, there is always only one, that is: the cherished, did not cherish; missed, only know how to regret.
14. Love can not wait to lose to cherish. If one day, I become more indifferent, please remember, I used to want people to accompany when you only say busy; if one day, I become unselfconscious, please remember, you once did not put me in the heart; if one day, I no longer care about you, please remember, you once did not listen to my heart; if one day, I am no longer smiling at you, please remember, you once did not ask me to live fast or not happy.
15. People who love each other do not easily declare war, because the cold war brings harm, beyond your expectations. As long as you like her, there is nothing you can not accept; as long as you like her, like her everything everything. She needs is not you really cold turn silent quiet, her mouth is not genuine. She just want you to spoil her, want you to love her, even if there is no apology. If you really leave, your eyes will mist, the corners of her eyes will be flooded with tears.
Beautiful ancient style phrasesA world of love, who met, a curtain willow dream, the bridge is empty, a brocade incense book, who sent the wild geese, a bottle of Mo?t cheese, the empty cup is alone, a pillow of silk, lovesickness thin, a sleeve of wind, bleakness gathered, a pocket of wind, the age of the loss of who, a case of sadness, the frost of the cold, a thought, the red dust is no one, a finger of slobbering, the cold wind drenched. Who, a Chinese feast, drink to the missing who ......
Second, who is situated in the misty clouds, counting the falling flowers in the courtyard? The red lips, murmuring, whimpering, whimpering, whimpering. Who is it, picking up the neon dresses left behind in the Tang and Song dynasties, with delicate fingers to provoke the sound of a lingering string sound? The exquisite Luo Yi, such as sobbing, percolating fragrance. Who is willing to travel through the ages, wandering in your other side of the shore, for you to give a cavity of poignant flowers and snowy moon, for you to splash thousands of soft and gentle ink and warm chapter? Who, in each of the piping sound melancholy dark night, the next world for you to pay tribute to you, for you to pity flowers?
Third, who, with my heart, melted my half a century of frost. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. A song of the heart, cleansing the dust of the world. A wisp of flower soul, intoxicated by the beautiful sadness. A encounter, pouring the mountains and flowing water. A thought of obsession, love different life and death with the cave. The spring water is blue, pouring to a few tenderness. The red dust of the finger, a thousand worlds of reincarnation into a sadness. I wish to get a heart, white head will not leave each other. Listen to the blossoms and flowers fall, for you, pouring out a thousand years of waiting. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Fourth, a thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of destiny, a thousand years of tears, drunken millennium. The thousand years of wind and dust is always fascinating eyes, the ancient song is always around the hearts of people, the sound of Sanskrit quiet heart language, the twilight drums and morning bells clarification of the smoke, I think, and then more disturbances are nothing but a smile of the dust, and then the thick mist can not lock the heart of the mutual illumination. Thousands of words coagulate one eyebrow, you know, tenderness thousand hectares of heart Xu Xu Xu, you know, there is the warmth of the heart of the gentleman warm col, Jun Wan willow arm strokes the tip of the eyebrow, tearful smile, reserved pretty, a moment of a thousand years, a moment for a lifetime, is the warmth of the very warm, since it is the warmth of the warmth of the heart. Warm words to solve the lonesome, companion melting love, the years are quiet, Jun for the Jinhua forging, add my beauty color, Jun for Shaoguang Li, give spring soft ink, thousands of words from the letter by the heart, not as good as the Secretary of the language of the soft heart. Hundreds of years passed suddenly, the wind and green smoke color, landscape willow curtains, frost white snow green, hand in hand, a thousand years of tenderness embellished Bilan, a pocket of love is thick and gentle color, the red dust, an encounter with the love of the city, the world of companionship total thousands of years. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, I was so happy to see you!
Fifth, the words written in rhyme poetry and painting love, singing and dancing to create joy curls Li Rong. I would like to give you a poetry scroll long, singing and dancing *** years, strangers, two double, only Yi Yi, *** Mu spring with the years, the end of life. The world is short only love constant long, the world is empty, only Jun cherish heavy, the next day is long. The most is the earth knows the gentleman's intention, the most is the sentiment endowed with thousands of chapters, ink fragrance, poetry scrolls wonderful, rhyme heart song, book love bowels. The world's style and splendor away from the far away, flowing waves of quiet can be long, the night of the uncharted sky, pianos and songs declared, but a thousand years ago has been encountered, the city encounter, the ambush of this life's appointment, if, how to fall in love with the first sight, the thought of a sticking to the willows and the moon, such as yesterday, the fair years of Chinese years, how to fear that the age of flowers old, how to count the thousands of water and thousands of ravines block. A screen Lan language to send love, a word a text flotsam love long.
Sixth, the other side of the flower blossom, flower Yan leaf fall, stained red the long road of the Yellow Springs, on the poor Bixi fell to the netherworld, in front of the Naiho Bridge, the bowl of forgetfulness break love Mengbo soup, can not into the sadness, so that you will be my face deep hidden, the three life stone side? Painting the unfinished love affair, promising the next life, and then continue the endless lingering love, at that time, I was in the peach blossom place, waiting for your return,,
Seven, the window leakage of the moon cover the lonely lamp, the shadow of the miserable dance down the wind. The old traces of the heart end up whisking the will, who will repeat the song caress new zheng? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. Vine entanglement flattering green, light breeze and moon and beautiful soft posture. Low eaves and swallows often envy, sitting alone in the wind worry endlessly. Yesterday's love is difficult to understand today's intention, flowers and leaves two disabled water drift. Acacia has been broken worry, a song of parting a song. It is difficult to go away with the wind, and it is hard to go away with the love, and a piece of love is a piece of sadness. No one can understand the meaning of the love, only to the spring breeze do not want. I'll send my thoughts to the end of the world, a thousand strands of silk, a night of parting thoughts. The neon colors outside of the pavilion are flickering, and the rain is soft and fluffy. The wind is so strong that I can't remember what it was like to be in love with you. I'm not going to say that again, but I'm going to say, "I'm going to say it again. How many times will we meet again? I'm not sure how much I'll be able to do to help you. The rain is blowing over the two umbrellas. The delicate fingers, wet thoughts! The wind is clear and the courtyard is soft, the smoke is heavy and the ink is heavy. The music is always stagnant, the mandarin ducks column. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at you. The end of the world is looking forward to the bright eyes, this life is not empty.
Eight, a pool of wrinkled waves of flower mourning, in the brocade irrigation down the orchid smoked Guifu rouge, washed out the sun, moon and stars of the lead, flowed out of the thousand years of cold, thanks to the fall of the three lifetimes of the bleak beauty. Just because of the past life by the river of forgetfulness, branded the three life about, then let me like this for you a dynasty of fascination, nostalgia for a thousand years. Look at the red dust through the gorgeous time, look at the flow of smoke broken a life of heartache, look at the falling red withered a season of bleak. With sad fingers on the petals, carved a touch of ink color traces, fill in a section of the ancient color of the lyrics, will be thinning a song pipa language, warming a bay of soft memories. I'm not waiting for the next year to return to the place, deeper leakage of the dark wounded soul. The eyes are full of sadness and humidity, but now I can't find your trace. 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 products and services in the world.
Nine, once the oath of allegiance of the light, into the cloud all dissipated. The past flower before the night of the love story, has long been broken down. 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 products and services. Can complain, only embroidered satin prosperity, love is thick, joy is thin. Ridiculous, the mountains are not pronged, the river is exhausted, is daring to the king's end; sad, full of tenderness into the lovesickness, who wipes the tears? The red hand, tall glass, drunk a handful of earthly destiny, absolute a love sadness. Flowers withered, the water flows, sighing a kind of sorrow, chanting a Lingding. A hundred years to repair the same boat, a thousand years to repair the *** pillow sleep. In this life, the flat boat failed to ride with, such as a flash in the pan, such as a meteor instantly, fleeting. Everything such as flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, not love is not true enough, not love is not deep enough, but you and my practice is too shallow, the Zen realm has no chance to meet. The Buddha said: five hundred world's look back, only in exchange for this life rubbing shoulders. In this life, the Buddha has fulfilled my thoughts, the stone bridge side of the glimpse, the achievement of a beautiful encounter. Happiness is always too hasty, I often waved my hand in the past life, with a thousand times to look back in exchange for a stop with you in this life. The next reunion, how many millennia of waiting? How many times can you go through the cycle of reincarnation, only in exchange for the opportunity to renew the love affair with you?
Ten, the flower in the flower to enjoy the moon to give flower words, to the moon to watch the flower poetry. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
XI, Peng Ying Jiang Que Shu and the sky, seemingly with the spring also. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need. A piece of paper paper around the finger soft, trickling thoughts flow, tide sinks full of river worry. Suddenly heard the sound of geese in the distance, the sound of sadness, seems to be telling: light sleeves add cold poor posture, the dark shadow of the screen window, the window night thoughts, how many feelings, cold building dream, who can solve it? Tears are condensed and tired, and the words are condensed and the sentences are full of tears. The pouring rain washes away the heat and humidity of depression. Misty scattering, coolness, still pattering, lotus pendant drops, to the water and stand as in the past, sentimental Gu Ying, the heart is difficult to rest ...