When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will overcome countless detachment in the world; Tender as water, the ceremony is like a dream. As the sun sets, the western hills climb to the endless horizon. Although my body doesn't have wings like the bright phoenix, I still have some sympathy ... For thousands of years, many infatuated men and women have moved people to be poets, and they still can't explain the cool breeze and bright moon in Yang Liuan, and they can't solve the problem of flowers under the moon.
Where there are people, there is fate, and the place where there is fate is called the world. We have no past lives and no afterlife. The dust in this life is right and wrong, and it is washed away in this life. Tears can be turned into lovesick rain or heartless water.
In the street, it is a fate for two people to pass by, and it is a feeling to turn back after passing by. The acquaintances after returning are suitable for planting. Seeds are sown in spring, and flowers may not be seen in autumn. The flower of love is so beautiful. ...
There is a feeling that turning over the past and the past counters, the ghost is still there.
There is a feeling of breaking the boundaries between time and space. Eight hundred years of life and death come and go, just for one share of this life.
There is a feeling to break the shackles of reality and become a butterfly that loves you.
The root of love is to arrive without hatred. Because of love, there is no hate. If you love someone, even if you understand her shortcomings, you will love her shortcomings. The bronze mirror reflects innocence and wears a ponytail. If you run wild, I will accompany you with wine in my life.
Love someone, even if you know that she lied to you about something, you will accept her deception.
Love a person, even if you know her selfishness, you won't mind her selfishness.
Love someone, even if you know that there is only a beginning with her, but it is not over, you are still dead set. The fate of the word has been repeated several times, and you can't call back your eyebrows and cry. Although the history of history has become ashes, I can't love it.
Love someone, even if you know that her heart doesn't belong to you, the balance of missing will not be placed on your side, and there is still no complaining.
Sometimes you have to have it in your life. When the snow melts, spring comes, peach blossoms bloom, and fate comes. Plum blossoms never seem to bloom with osmanthus.
March wind and March rain washed away one person's loneliness, but refreshed two people's loneliness.
April, how dreamy the world is. Nine Leng Xiang spring flowers, autumn moon, Pingsha geese holding a personal singing along with the swaying rivers and mountains. The prosperity of missing passes through three thousand mountains outside the mountain. Before and after the flowers, I ask wine in a word every day, and the bright moon doesn't know the bitterness of acacia. Spring breeze always blows, and swords and dances are just to catch up with you. I, quiet inside, turn pure water into a sword. If frost burns in my lonely heart pierced by the boundary of time and space, my tears can't help waiting for duckweed to drift with the tide. I don't know what year it was when I looked at the moon-watching shutters in the water in the fog, but I was intoxicated with them and forgot to go home in the rain.
Thousands of Tang poems, I can't read what love is. I can't understand why I am so crazy when I read Song Ci. Perhaps, there is no solution.
what is love ? what is love ? It is neither the darling of materialism nor the friend of idealism. Not invisible, not tangible, not silky, not silky.
I am used to crossing the Rhine with my bare hands. Because of love, all the roads I have walked are shining. What I heard was my footsteps, which became an eternal yearning and call.
A person's mind is wandering in the sky of love, and a kite is flying, but the longer the line, the higher the kite will fly, but it is easy to break.
I heard that there is a kind of mistake, called Hua Tian mistake, which is at the most beautiful time.
Peach blossom fluttering season, many dreams. The rainy season, Dorsey. In order to give a new word "West Building", I said I was worried. Perhaps I was drunk in the world of mortals and asked myself: I wonder if there will be peach blossoms in May?
I always look at the world from my fantasy books and always feel that the sky is colorful.
Can not explain the prosperity and perfection of love, can not explain the colorful and mysterious feelings, can not explain the stupid swords and shadows, but also achieved a beautiful chapter.
The wind of the stars last night Last night, the bright moon was still in the east outside the window, and it seemed to be floating in the spring river in March. However, the night is early summer night, and the mood is early summer mood.
What is love in the world? What is love in the world? Still no solution