Pale as running water, fragrant as a lotus flower, a snow-white, proud as a heavenly beauty. Like a flower, like a dream, a little bit of splendor, is the edge, condensing fog, a lot of attachment...

Pale as running water, fragrant as a lotus flower, a snow-white, proud as a heavenly beauty. Like a flower, like a dream, a little bit of splendor, is the edge, condensing fog, a lot of attachment... Where is it from? From the 60th section of the "Leaving the Palace": When we turn back to the past years, a lot of heartache and a lot of sadness Seek the mountain and seek the water and seek the young people, study seriously and do not play; The Yangtze River has no turning back, the old people will not go back to the young people. I remember the first time we met outside the city, the green dress danced with the wind; a light smile, a hint of intoxication in the delicate face. The light under the lamp shines on the jade face, half shyness, half destiny; lightly tasted and tasted the fragrance, can't help but jade in the arms of the mercy of the people. It is hard to see each other, easy to say goodbye, and again the jade building flowers like snow! According to the door long sigh, peach and willow green, the scene of the book is difficult to send. Hate the spring breeze is powerless, not to send the soul, empty rain! The night is like a painting, look at all the lights, flickering. The night wind is like a piano, covering all things in heaven and earth, light and scattered. Love to the thick of the love to turn thin, love to the depths of the bitter heart if there is no trace, why sigh! A good dream is easy to wake up, drop by drop is love tears, words are all blood, hear all heart broken without separation how to reunite, without love how to rejoice life is like a dream, gathering and separation, towards the spring as the curtain of the flowers withered, how many together, how many separated, the fate of the fate is not with the heart. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. I'm not going to be able to get the best out of it. Who sings the Weicheng poem in the flag pavilion Wine is full of cups Two loves each other A hundred years of poplar are all broken branches Old green hills are like dyes The fate of the matter is pale, no color, the fate of love is not wooden gut, temples have turned into silk, more have to resign Hate the hibiscus, autumn dew washes the congealed grease Ask the world to part with the tears When will the indifference stop Indifference to the tears of the world, how long will it take for the tears of indifference to fall off. The broken heart and no words to ask the sky, the sky does not speak, only tears wandering. The world how many infatuation Lang, tenderness a few empty broken heart The big river east to which day back, pearl tears even wet shirt; lamp residual moon dark hopeless hope, infatuation love between ten thousand mountains! If you don't want to meet each other, why do you have to ask each other? Fate comes and goes, people scatter and gather, the world is impermanent, why care too much. Eyebrows *** spring mountain show, poor long wrinkled; will not love tears wet flower branches, fear of flowers, such as people thin. If you want to have fun, you don't have to look for the reason why. If the heart is dead, only old dreams. If there is no trace of the heart, why sigh? If you are not in love, you will become a ghost, and you will become a lovebird. We are destined to meet, but not destined to be together; we wish to remember each other at the end of the world; we are fortunate to know each other, but not fortunate to keep each other; the moon is bright in the sea, and the sky will last forever. The past is gone, leaving only sadness, indifference to look back, only heartbreak. Last night, I stood on an empty porch, the moon and the ground were frosty, and half of the shadow was a garment; it was so cold and so thin, how could it not be miserable? Last night, the pillow of the empty bed, the fog cabinet blowing incense, half of the dream is a hairpin light; so meet so goodbye, how not to think about it? When we meet again, we will drink a glass of wine to release our love and hatred. Love is in my heart, and I send it to you from afar! Look at the sky, clouds and winds, laughing at the lovebirds, children in the water (laughing at the world, how many children;); ask the wind, who is far away? The sound of empty voices will not leave for a long time! The past is too much to look back on, looking back on empty tears! The water of autumn is full, containing all kinds of charm, silk smile, show infinite style. I'm so happy to have met such a beautiful person, I can't let my heart dream of it! Under the hazy moon, a wisp of love dances with the wind; ask the stars and the moon why they met, perhaps it was the alliance under the moon in a previous life. The forest flowers withered, the soul is far away, a light smile, it is difficult to cover up all kinds of sadness. Gathering is not by heart, can not be divided by oneself, a little bit of sadness, all pay the east wind drift. Love is hard to get together, hate long away, three years of memories, a smile of the heavens to pay the east flow to go. I don't want to look back, there is empty hate in the bottom of the eyes, where to recount the love story? Look at the sky, a wisp of soul often look back, where is the deceased? I want to talk about it, but I don't want to. The poor long wrinkled eyebrows *** spring mountains to compete with the show. Don't wet the flower branches with tears of love, I am afraid that the flower is also as thin as a person! Everything is determined by fate, but not by the heart. The heart follows my will! Fate brings us together, fate separates us, everything follows fate, heaven and earth follow our hearts. Moonlight and shadow, hand in hand, laughing at the martial arts world, looking back at the road we came from, my heart reflects his heart. A road, a love, a lifetime of road, walking together. Two hearts, two loves, walking slowly under the moon. Don't look back, remember, the moon spoke softly at that time. I will cherish it! The red clouds of the surplus jade haze show, how not to teach people to stay in love; three cold three laughs, a hint of seductive in the delicate face. The heart goes with the departing person, the body is a floating duckling; the letter folded is still in the ear, how can we lightly abandon each other. Negative family grace in the hall, inch of paper to say children's intentions; this go to the end of the world, white head will never leave! Tears fall from the broken heart and the sky, and when I look up to the sky, my dreams become empty. Ask the east wind when it will go, don't forget to send a message in your old dreams. The moon's shadow is a pair of people, and the breeze welcomes them with a smile; don't forget the moon tonight, the moon is a matchmaker. The road of the red dust is difficult, and the hair has been spotted through the vicissitudes of life. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The world of empty regret, tears have been broken, heart broken dream has been far away! I remember when I was young, I ran under the moon with my childhood friend, I was fifteen or sixteen years old when my love first opened up, and my butterfly shadow was fluttering and my face was pretty. And now the face is not old, but unfortunately long hate to block the magpie bridge, ask the sky does not say empty tears, days such as love days also old. A lifetime of destiny, a lifetime of love, two hearts, walking together! Don't wait until your hair is full of spots, I hate that year, but the moon is in the sky! I remember when we first met, we had a wonderful conversation, but I pity the moon at that time, I have no words to express my feelings! I remember the moon and the sea of clouds. I pity you for meeting so late, but I remember the twilight. The long pavilion of ten miles, a thousand partings, the sunset wind, a few obsessions! The things of this world are hard to predict. Who knows how much love and hatred there is? Remembering the past, there are empty tears, white hair, a few threads of young head, all for love and hatred. Don't wait until your hair is full of spots and you hate that year, but the moon is in the sky! When the time comes, I'll sigh for the redheads and remember the youth. The sadness of a river going east, thinking in vain, remembering in vain! The heart follows my will The water of autumn is full of charm, the fragrance of red jade is soft, enticing people to be infatuated. Life is unpredictable, gathering and separating The heart goes with the departed, and the body is sent by the duckweed; the letter is still in the ear, so why do we lightly abandon each other? The letter is still in my ears, but I can't afford to give it up. I've lost my family's favor in the hall, and I've expressed my child's intention in a piece of paper! When we first met at the Peony Flower Festival, we only remembered the smile of a beautiful woman; my heart, my mind, my feelings, hand in hand with the end of the world*** Cindy. Look at the mountains arching over the moon and the four seas returning to one, laugh at the heroes of the world and I am arrogant, sigh at the infinite sky and the mountains, and ask who is laughing at the ancient sinking and floating! The fragrance is like an orchid, as fragrant as tea. Its face is like jade, and its red clouds are like a haze. As the sun sets, the beauty lies down, her red lips reflecting the setting sun. Half shyness, half grudges, jade face gazing sadly, I hate that the gentleman does not know the concubine's intention, standing alone on the east wall! The moonlight is like silver, spreading over the nine states, how many remnants of the sun in the old dream? The moonlight is like silver, spreading over the nine states, how many remnants of the sun are in the old dream? Twenty years of silence and aging, who remembers the years of China? The old fashion, shy face, dreaming of themselves in the mirror, who asked, seven thousand days and nights, who pity? The sunset sun shines on the clouds at night, and the remnants of red look like lonely swallows. Purple shirts stand in the wind on Yao Mountain, jade is like a mirror, and the moon is like a ring, and the west wind dances with the moon in its clear splendor. The clouds are like fire even, the face like jade peach red now, I ask the western wall flower how many, hundreds of flowers bloom competition proudly colorful. Ask heaven and earth, who is the master of the world, look at the mountains and rivers, I am the only one to take advantage of the beauty of the world. Laughing in the jianghu, sword light and shadow countless, sigh the world, obsessed with a lifetime of unawareness! Sky blue clothes, such as jade Lang, all the way to all the way busy, into Chang'an, over Luoyang, Jinan thousands of beautiful girls, I enjoy alone! When I look back at the end of the world, where is my hometown, I will see that all the purples and reds are competing to be released, and a good set of hundreds of flowers and fairies accompanying Huarang! The green shirt of the sky, the beauty of the lady, step by step, laughs and breaks the heart. Proud of the wind and moon, chanting autumn frost, deserted mountains and broken temples under the moon to visit. It can be said that occasionally there are one or two pairs of couples, but it is also a pheasant with a wolf. Light as running water, fragrance like a lotus flower, a snow-white, proud as a heavenly beauty. Such as flowers, like a dream, point of fame, is the edge, condensation fog, a few hang-ups ...