1, red face smile Yan, what is love.
2, vermilion tears yan, love hatred died early.
3, may the qin and se in the imperial age.
4, I wish to hold hands with my son.
5, clear happiness ****, purple strangers meet in the red dust.
6, look at the dome of the sky, sweeping eyes of prosperity who understand.
7, the promise is not gullible, the old man is not responsible for me.
8, the promise is not lightly promised, so I will not be responsible for people.
9, a song of a black stallion breaks the feelings of who.
10, a sound of the afterlife empty who's waiting.
11, with the Secretary of a lifetime, never leave.
12, with you a thousand lives, no complaints.
13, the emperor tilted the world, only to Bo Fei a smile.
14, consort dance prosperity, only to confuse the emperor carved drowning.
15, the heart planted peach trees, scorching reflection of peach blossoms.
16, I would like to bury you here, three generations of attachment.
17, I am you have never known the military chaos.
18, you are I failed to touch the warmth of the city.
19, hold a person's hand, keep a city to meet the white head.
20, pouring a world of tenderness, never give up to the white head.
21, who has laughed at a time like a flower like jade hairpin shaking posture Ying.
22, who has cool a city of empty buildings lightly negative good times.
23, the long street long, fireworks flourish, you pick the lamp back to see.
24, short pavilion short, red dust rolling, I put Xiao again sigh.
25, who has kept a white head of the vow not to return.
26, who has been sad a heart of the sky two tired and leave.
27, I laughed at the peach blossom bitterness and so on three times and so on can not be Sire.
28, she laughed at me this is not dashing so dashing uninhibited.
29, the most beautiful, but the Tang poetry and Chushu, flowing for a lifetime.
30, the most hurt, but the flowering of the end, loneliness quietly.
31, in addition to the yellow earth and white bones, I keep you a hundred years without worry.
32, in addition to the separation of nothing, I change you a thousand days of joy.
33, entangled in obsessive love, in vain, what is the meaning of the heart bitter.
34, light clouds cover the moon, flowing wind back to the snow, deceived themselves.
35, you gazed at the face of my life at the river in the three ways,
36, I planted the Mantua to let the memories of the past life deep,
37, neon dance, dance can not be settled into a mountain and river withered bones.
38, the river and the sea condensation, can not condense the social turmoil into the earth.
39, the same flowers bloomed a thousand, alone to see the sea into a mulberry field.
40, a smile look through a thousand, a few times to know the king to the earth.
41. If loving you is a mistake, I would rather be wrong again and again.
42. If loving you is too much, I have to fight with my life.
43, the world face, empty sadness. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid.
44, the end of the night, the wind swaying. The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and I was a little girl.
45, the coldest but the emperor's heart, roses more withered among the king.
46, the most stupid, but the consort love, the heart of the emperor always promised the emperor's arms.
47, I would like to do your roots in the mud, to protect the branches of a wisp of spring.
48, I would like to do your tree under the spirit, to stay in the peach blossom a wisp of soul.
49, Linglong dice An red beans, into the bone of love know not know.
50, glazed comb strokes the green silk, painting the heart to draw the intestines obsessed with not obsessed.
51, the fingers of the city snow, I Gu flower eyes brimming.
52, water sleeves, drink, and forget about the day, and the military weapons and horses for the red face.
53, she smiled, pouring the city, strangers with the first bloom of flowers.
54, he said, intoxicated, a lifetime of thoughts for the fall.
55, once a different way to float, turn back to the fate of the gears.
56, once stopped in the high song, looked away from the far dusk.
57, ー who will smoke burning scattered, scattered the vertical and horizontal ties ー ★ っ
58, ー who listened to the string break, broke the three thousand obsessions ー ☆ っ
59, you promised me three times the fireworks, and now there is only a world of disorientation.
60, you promised me three life promises, now only left a paper memories.
61, I will burn the smoke scattered, scattered grudges, scattered ties.
62, I will twist the strings, twisted love, twisted obsession.
63, folded down a branch of peach blossom, but abandoned the reed she sent you.
64, who accompanied you to walk the world, but forgot to have promised her a home.
65, ン long street long, the fireworks, you pick the lamp back to see ー ☆ ゛
66, ン short pavilion short, the red dust run over, I put the Xiao and then sighed ー ★ ゛
67, flotsam wind goblet send, the water is still cool, the warm wine into the abdomen to move the feelings of the intestines.
68, full of flowers on the wall, just in time for spring, picking begonias words mandarin ducks.
69, you can not see me for you reckless lost Changan wait for white hair.
70, you can see her for you to mess up the clothes point Jiang Zhu Sha.
71, the fluffy wind to send goblets of water is still cold, warm wine into the abdomen to move the feelings of intestines.
72, full of flowers, just in time for the spring, picking begonias to talk about lovebirds.
73, there is a destiny to meet, no destiny to get together, the end of the world, but I hope to remember each other.
74, fortunate to know each other, not fortunate to keep each other, Canghai bright moon, the sky is long.
75, to be envied, and then to the court, occasionally pick up your pearl flower.
76, to be the dust of the unattached, under the stone of the Three Lives, to your black hair.
77, the wind curls, water show thousands of Hua, flying eaves and pavilions, clear bells ringing.
78, remember when you looked back, you look back, a smile, a hundred days of incense.
79, dreaming of a painting under her city, depicting a landscape home
80, dreaming of a string of wind and elegance, playing a section of the white head of Shaohua
81, above the catalpa wood, handing over to the mandarin ducks, long perched in the tree, mourning without end.
82, under the catalpa wood, two places to be buried, the vine around the branches of the entanglement, stubborn endless.
83, war drums, iron hooves, raised halberd and armor, sword and blood stained sand.
84, Deng nine honors, win the world, a lifetime of glory, negative Zhu Sha lost her.
85, this love but fireworks broken, love to leave the wine pouring thousands of cups, shallow pouring Zhu Yan sleep.
86, Mirror Lake Cuiwei low clouds hanging, beautiful people before the tent dark eyebrows, who is waiting for the return of the king.
87, red beans red, blood stained on, raised also listen to the rain outside the window fragmented, rain hit red beans.
88, Farewell Farewell, the assignment has been fallacious, a moment to dial the jade jade pennant scattered like tears, pennant broken poem missing.
89, the negative a few lives of marriage, resignation long road thousands of miles, only that this life drifting no one pity.
90, in order to a few lifetimes of long-cherished wishes, stepped through a course of mountains and waters, looking for you but ultimately strangers difficult to meet.
91, light ink and light color, the case volume half open, stupid child sigh. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
92, the colorful ink, the scroll slowly opened, the view Han. The small capitals are accompanied by the pen.
93, want to accompany you to see the years of cold and bitter want to give you the letter folder on the sunflower petals arrive with the wind.
94, I want to accompany you on the long road of life to give you the fragrance of peach blossom in March to wear with the passing of the years.
95, who folded you a branch of new plum, look at the snow strewn, remember when the vegetarian hand lightly inserted full head of pearl and jade Jade Cui.
96, who also you an old sleep, see China does not return, the annals of a few lines difficult to carry this life glory like fly ash.
97, who ò you do not regret, any curtain outside the rain fall, do not see the face only to stay rouge color drunk.
98, who knows your sadness a few times, green silk or tears of the departed, only hope that the heart of the gentleman like I do not care about the love of sadness tired.
99, Chang'an has not yet arrived, but see the prosperity of the past, the world's King, the palace thousands of proudly, such as the dream scene.
100, Chang'an has not yet arrived, Ling strings play with the soft cavity, opera a song, sleepless all night the world, lights.
101, Taoyuan has not yet arrived, but see ten miles of Xia color, the brook is approaching, the field of golden rice has been ripe, the road far away.
102, the peach source has not yet arrived, the smoke curling home, and happy and peaceful, thorn hairpin cloth skirt hemp clothes, happy to rely on each other.
103, Jiangnan has not yet arrived, but to see the good people, vegetarian skirt, gentleman white, corridor water thin, ferry Pingping.
104, Jiangnan has not yet arrived, the end of the street tea shop Lin Li, floating dream language, green stone moss dyeing green, mist light.
105, you are the silence of who is less, blue clothes, clear eyebrows and light eyes, bangs half cover the face, there are long and slender double fingertips, and predestined to trip.
106, you are who the innocent less, white shirt, bright eyes, white teeth, mask to cover the true heart, there is naive smile people face, and the hearts of people entangled.
Soft sentences
1, if I see you again, separated by years, how do I greet you, in silence? With tears?
2, I'm alone to wait for the cycle of the years, waiting for the dream of the millennium. Looking back, the flower of youth, lost in the rain and smoke in the heart, but in this warm sunshine to find the soul. Finally realized the long-buried heart. So, I gently smiled.
3. Conclusion: Life is like a dream, the years are merciless. Looking back, I realized that people live is a mood. Poor or rich, gain or loss. Everything is a cloud of smoke. Think about it, no matter yesterday, today, tomorrow, can be clear is a good day. There is a kind of feelings, there is a kind of attachment will not be too long because of time, distance and change, that is true love, and affection, is a kind of pay no return sincere!
4, pick up the traces of the years, framed too much heavy, which belongs to their first life journey, should also be in peace and quiet, shallow, light, calm and quiet, began to walk. The heart began to know how to be grateful, thank you once all the give. Unworthy people and things, stay a simple gesture, some people, careless when said goodbye, some people can no longer meet, just after the storm is still Xia Man Tian.
5, since it is impossible to recover the lost years, why not give up the former stoicism? Since the feeling of the future time indistinct, why today can not be cherished? Since you know that the dream is the hope of tomorrow, why not work hard now? Why don't you dare to dismantle the barriers of your mind when you can't have everything you want in life? Since life is always attacked by wind and rain, why not build the bank of prevention before it is too late? ...... Valuing the moment, out of the doldrums, believe in yourself, create a miracle.
6, the day slipped away from my hands, like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my day drops in the stream of time, no sound, no shadow.
7, I stand on the other side of the shore, but can no longer touch the real temperature, the years slowly frozen, gradually melt, and finally leave no trace, along the thoughts engraved in your heart, through the crowded dusk. Silently bowed his head, walking slowly. The faces of those surfacing in the crowd, who let me stop and stay?
8, as if the memory is a tree, the years such as the wheel of the year to you cover layer after layer, life is also so. If one day, you want to see when the pure look, you have to dial into the skin has long been integrated into the wheel of the year, which is a kind of memory engraved in the heart. Grab a handful of dream soil, the heart of the memory of the seed into a big tree, through spring, summer, fall and winter. In the wind and rain to wake up the bud of memory, the beautiful extension to the next spring.
9, looking back at your years, the flash of fame, fall on the wound piece, such as the sea of thoughts, in time layer by layer pile up, night and night by the wind rolled over, floating in the dark night sky, for you, in my world stayed.
10, night and day thoughts, years old, flower lovers between twilight and morning. The parting of the long long, get together very few, a thousand words piled up eyebrows, want to cry no tears people grow old. The Milky Way's shore, can there be the end of the world? The magpies have started to warn us. Nai Ho! The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it! Water heaving ...... heaven and earth is ultimately just a legend, who can shake it?
11, will be the past years, remote into the untouchable poignant scenery. A wisp of silk around the fingertips, for you to touch a song of the bright moon thousands of miles to send love, your beautiful face beyond the rolling red dust in the flashy. The river maple fishing fire, the sadness of the end of the world, trivial memories collected in the untouchable time and space. In the yellowed scrolls of the poems containing the fragrance of flowers blandly. Your hair, however, in the wind drumming, quietly sneaked into my soul, around get three thousand love silk is not exhausted.
12, open the window of memory, browse the years carved injury. A line of poetry, a line of tears, how much life bitter, nowhere to talk about bleak. It is said that life is like a book, turn it on, close it, the content is not important, the important thing is to find. The hustle and bustle of the red dust, when the mind the brightest mood, and poetry y embraced; when you miss the line of poetry, in the heart of the gradual diffusion, like tea, fragrance curls, bitter and sweet, the only thing to do at this time is, in the only beautiful sentence and you share ......
13, the wheel of years is the years left to the tree's memories, wrinkles are the years left to human beings The vicissitudes of life. Time in the hourglass wheel quietly passed, flowers bloom and thank you, year after year, no matter how things change, please do not let the gradually aging heart full of wrinkles.
14, time like an hourglass passing, taking away our youth, our years, leaving a touch of melancholy, who is singing softly in the wind, waving their wings to the distance, the years, God steal? And then look back is already old age.
15, must that there will be such a person, in a certain place, a certain age, waiting.
16, we are in the years in the river floating and bumpy, and then downstream Mercedes thousands of miles, and then the reefs impede the beach stranded, and then the rapids circling the danger. Sometimes feel very rich, but late at night when you think about it, really be able to catch and how many? Sometimes feel very full, can go to the end and then look back, loneliness and loneliness is to decorate the background wall of our life. In fact, life does not have to demand too much, as long as do not easily lost their own.
17, years inadvertently crossed from the side, in every hurry behind the figure, the father's caring eyes more and more far away, the mother's familiar words gradually faded into oblivion, in your physical and mental fatigue, stop down and read a book of warm stories, you will have touched the heartbeat.
Those tender sentences
Those tender sentences
First, we are in the years of the river floating and bumpy, and sometimes downstream Mercedes thousands of miles, and then the reefs impede the beach stranded, and then the rapids swirling around the perilous. Sometimes feel very rich, but late at night when you think about it, really be able to catch and how many? Sometimes feel very full, can go to the end and then look back, loneliness and loneliness is to decorate the background wall of our life. In fact, life does not have to demand too much, as long as do not easily lost their own.
Second, don't always put sadness on the mouth, everyone has their own story.
Third, pick up the traces of the years, framed too much heavy, this belongs to the first time in their own life journey, should also be in peace and quiet, shallow, light, calm, and began to walk. The heart began to know how to be grateful, thank you once all the give. On the unworthy people and things, stay a simple gesture, some people, careless when said goodbye, some people can no longer meet, just after the storm is still Xia Man Tian.
Fourth, I am not greedy, and do not wait. I found the right person, I decided.
Fifth, there is an old city in the old days, one of the old sites in the city living in the old people, humming the old songs, guarding the old sunshine waiting to desolation.
Six, if I see you again, separated by many years, how do I greet you to silence? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Seven, there is no one like me, in order to a no result persistent and persistent.
VIII. Memory seems to be a tree, years like the wheel of the year to you cover layer after layer, life is also so. If one day, you want to see when the pure look, you have to dial into the skin has long been integrated into the wheel of the year, which is a kind of bone-deep memory. Grab a handful of dream soil, the heart of the memory of the seed into a big tree, through spring, summer, fall and winter. In the wind and rain to wake up the bud of memory, the beautiful extension to the next spring.
Nine, a woman's greatest pride is not how outstanding her looks, but how much her man loves her.
X. There must be another me in the world, doing what I want to do but do not dare to do.
XI, a person's life is destined to meet two people, a stunning time, a tender years.
XII, we finally put others to appease the too good, their turn to lose a sense of proportion.
xiii, I'm alone in waiting for the cycle of the years, waiting for the dream of the millennium. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on this, so I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on this. Finally realized the long-buried heart. So, I gently smiled.
XIV, life is so short, why let unimportant people affect their important mood.
XV, feelings are sometimes just a person's business. And no one has anything to do with it. Love, or not love, can only be broken.
XVI, I stand on the other side of the shore, but can no longer touch the real temperature, the years slowly frozen, gradually melt, and finally do not leave any traces, along the thoughts engraved in your heart, traveling in the crowded dusk. Silently bowed his head, walking slowly. The faces of those surfacing in the crowd, who let me stop and stay?
XVII, it turns out that some of the people you think are very important, you do not contact him, he will really never contact you.
XVIII, sometimes for a person to pour everything, than others do not do anything.
nineteen, so persistent love you, is from love, or not willing.
XX, if you really care enough about me, then you can always squeeze out time to accompany me, there is no excuse lies, no not honor the promise.
XXI, more than losing you make me sad is that you are not in order to be with me and have worked hard.
Twenty-two, the end: life is like a dream, the years are merciless. Looking back, I realized that people live is a mood. Poor or rich, gain or loss. Everything is just a blur. Think about it, regardless of yesterday, today and tomorrow, can be clear is a good day. There is a kind of feelings, there is a kind of attachment will not be too long because of time, distance and change, that is true love, and affection, is a kind of pay no return sincere!
Twenty-three, every night before going to bed to hear you say good night, belongs to me, the most simple and lasting happiness.
Twenty-four, love is intermingled with each other rather than unrequited love, love is a hundred flavors and not all sweet.
Twenty-five, sometimes you have to let go in order to understand whether it is really worth you have.
Twenty-six, if I say I want to be alone, in fact, I need you more than any time.
XXVII, the world is very small, we met like this. This world is very big, it is very difficult to see each other again.
Twenty-eight, always can not find a correct vent, to vent all the repression of the heart.
Twenty-nine, must be that there will be such a person, in a certain place, a certain era, waiting.
Thirty, true love needs to wait, who can say love you, but not everyone can wait for you.
Thirty-one, remember: when the pain of insisting is greater than the pain of giving up, is the time to let go.
Thirty-two, the wheel of the year is the years left to the memory of the tree, wrinkles are the years left to the vicissitudes of human beings. The time in the hourglass wheel quietly passed, flowers blossom and thank you, year after year, no matter how things change, please do not let the gradually aging heart full of wrinkles.
Thirty-three, you are my first and my last, you are my everything from the beginning to the end.
Thirty-four, care will only mess think, do not care even think will not think.
Thirty-five, night and day thoughts, years old, flower lovers between twilight and morning. The first thing you need to do is to get together with your friends and family, and then you'll be able to get to know each other. The Milky Way's shore, can there be the end of the world? The magpies have started to warn us. Nai Ho! Nai Ho! The water heaving heaven and earth is only a legend, who can shake it?
Thirty-six, open the window of memory, browse the years carved injury. A line of poetry, a line of tears, how much life bitter, nowhere to say bleak. It is said that life is like a book, open and close, the content is not important, the important thing is to discover. The hustle and bustle of the red dust, when the mind the brightest mood, and poetry y embraced; when you miss the line of poetry, in the heart of the gradual diffusion, like tea, fragrance curls, bitter and sweet, the only thing to do at this time is, in the beautiful sentences and you share
Thirty-seven, if you start to miss me, remember, not my own to go, is your own loose hand.
Thirty-eight, there is a person in the heart put there, is a piece of collection, so only to fill the blank of life. The sun is still far away, but there will be the sun.
Thirty-nine, any can hold you, but that is never my love.
Forty, I am what I am, and what you think of me is neither necessary nor desirable. (
Forty-one, the past years, remote into the untouchable poignant scenery. A wisp of green silk surplus around the fingertips, for you to touch a song of the bright moon thousands of miles to send love, your beautiful face beyond the rolling red dust in the flashy. The river maple fishing fire, the sadness of the end of the world, trivial memories collected in the untouchable time and space. In the yellowed scrolls of the poems containing the fragrance of flowers blandly. Those tender sentences. Your hair, however, in the wind drumming, quietly sneaked into my soul, around get three thousand love silk is not exhausted.
Forty-two, the years inadvertently crossed from the side, in every hurry behind the figure, the father's caring eyes more and more far away, the mother's familiar words gradually faded into oblivion, in your physical and mental fatigue, stop down, read a book of warmth story, you will be touched by the heartbeat.
Forty-three, will be the past years, remote into the untouchable poignant scenery. A wisp of green silk around the fingertips, for you to touch a song of the bright moon thousands of miles to send love, your beautiful face beyond the rolling red dust in the flashy. The river maple fishing fire, the sadness of the end of the world, trivial memories collected in the untouchable time and space. In the yellowed scrolls of the poems containing the fragrance of flowers blandly. Your hair, however, in the wind drumming, quietly sneaked into my soul, around the get three thousand love silk not exhaustive.
Forty-four, you are always hidden in the deepest part of my memory, a corner that even I can not touch.
Forty-five, since it is impossible to recover the lost years, why not give up the former patience? Since the feeling of the future time misty, why can't you cherish today? If you know that your dream is the hope of tomorrow, why don't you work hard now? Why don't you dare to dismantle the barriers of your mind when you can't have everything you want in life? Since there are always storms in life, why don't you build a strong defense against them before it's too late? The first thing you need to do is to get out of the doldrums, believe in yourself, and create a miracle.
Forty-six, time like an hourglass passing, took away our youth our years, leaving a touch of melancholy, who is singing softly in the wind, waving his wings to the distance, the years, God steal? And then look back has been the eighties and nineties.
Forty-seven, looking back at your years, the flash of fame, fell on the wound piece, such as the sea of thoughts, in time layer by layer pile up, night and night by the wind rolled over, floating in the dark night sky, for you, in my world to stay over.
Your hand is the warmth of the city that I can not touch, my heart is you do not know the chaos
1. My tears stayed down, irrigated the soft grass below, I do not know the next year, will not open a ground of memories and sadness
2. Why should I resign myself to go to a paragraph of the feelings of the unseen, you really need a, the light is bright also embraced you. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on your own.
3. The worst thing about love is that your understanding only touches yourself.
4. If I do not do their own audience, also thought in love with him.
5. Understanding is not innate, a person willingly give themselves, but because of love.
6. The world where there are so many inappropriate, that is only your excuse to politely reject me.
7. When the love story has become a lie, why force the perfunctory.
8. The pillow is full of moldy dreams, dreams full of people who can not have.
9. Your hand is the warmth of the city that I can not touch, and my heart is the chaos that you do not know.
10. I can be aggrieved to death, smiling and telling you that I am very good I am very happy.
11. And then unhappy, but also try to laugh. At least if you try to smile, you won't feel so sad.
12. You personally push away all the people around you, and you still say you are lonely.
13. Do you ever know that now I have become sentimental, it is because of you.
14. A beast is wounded, it can run to a cave to hide, and then lick their own wounds, their own persistence, but once it is hush-hush, it can not stand.
15. We live in this world, not to please anyone, and not to make everyone happy.