Golden wind and jade dew a meeting, will be better than the world of the countless transcendence; tenderness like water three thousand zhang, good times like a dream between the fingers of sighing; Sunset West Mountain climbed high and look, look at the constant end of the world of the road of the chopped liver; the body is not a colorful phoenix flying wing, the heart of the same sense of the rhinoceros a little bit of the same impression.... For thousands of years, how many men and women in love, moving people, always can not explain the willow bank of the wind and moon, can not be solved under the moon before the flowers of the window things.
Where there are people, there is fate, and where there is fate, it is called the world. We do not have a past life, and there is no afterlife, the dust of this life is right and wrong, this life to wash. Tears can be turned into love rain, can also be treated as merciless water.
On the street, two people rubbing shoulders is a kind of edge, rubbing shoulders after the turn back is a kind of love, turn back after the acquaintance of the appropriate kind of share. Spring sprinkled with the seeds of the edge, may not be able to see the love flowers bloom in the fall. The love flower is so beautiful ......
There is a kind of love, turning over the counter of the old world of the past dust, the human ghost love is not over.
There is a kind of love that breaks the boundaries of time and space, eight hundred years of life and death cycle of fate and fate, only in exchange for a copy of this life.
There is a kind of love that breaks through the shackles of reality and transforms into a butterfly that loves you.
The root of love, arrived at no hate. Because of love, so no hate. Love a person, even if you understand her shortcomings, you will love her shortcomings. Copper mirror reflecting innocent tie ponytail you if you spread wild in this life I will drink wine to accompany.
Love a person, even if you know that some of her things are lying to you, you will accept her deception.
Love a person, even if you know her selfishness, will not mind her selfishness.
Love a person, even if you know and she only have the beginning of the edge, but not the end of the edge, still die. Karma several times round you lock eyebrow crying red face to call back even if the history has become gray I love not extinguished.
Love a person, even if you know that her heart does not belong to you, the balance of thoughts will not swing to your side, still no hate, no grudge.
There is a time in your life when you have to have it. The snow melted, spring will come, peach blossom bloomed, the edge will come. The plum blossoms never seem to bloom with the osmanthus flowers.
The winds of March and the rains of March have washed away the loneliness of one person, but refreshed the loneliness of two people.
April day on earth, the earthly world is full of dreams and fantasies. Nine songs of cold incense spring flowers, autumn and moon flat sand and geese holding a Xiao I sang with the wavering river and mountains. The thought of prosperity through the mountains outside the green mountain three thousand heavy. Before the flowers and the moon to ask the wine every day without words, the bright moon does not understand the pain of lovesickness spring breeze always blowing love hair sword dancing just to catch a glimpse of you on the red dust of the fast horse. My heart is like water, pure water into a sword if the frost through time and space boundaries piercing the lonely heart burn, my tears can not resist waiting with the river and go to the point of floating ping pong. In the fog to see flowers in the water to look at the moon roll curtains actually do not know what year and month, the rain fight ferry broken waves laugh I am intoxicated forget the way back.
Thousands of Tang poems, can not read what is love. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what I'm talking about, and I don't know why I'm talking about it. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time or a bad time.
What is love, what is love? It is not the favorite of materialism, nor is it the friend of idealism. It is not intangible, nor tangible, not silkless, nor silk.
Habit of a person empty-handed through the Rhine to think, because of love, walking through the road are glittering. What is heard is the sound of my arrows, transformed into a stream of eternal thoughts and calls.
A person's thoughts wandering in the sky of love, there is a kite flying, but not necessarily the longer the line the kite will fly higher, but also easy to break the line.
It is said that there is a kind of mistake, called the mistake of the flower field, the mistake in the most beautiful time.
The season of peach blossoms is full of dreams. The season of plum rain comes, much thought. In order to give new words to the west building strong sadness, perhaps in the red dust drunk drunk, even asked himself: I do not know to the May will still have peach blossoms?
Old is from their own written fantastic book to look at the earthly world, always think that the sky is seven colors.
Can't explain the prosperity and perfection of love, can't explain the colorfulness and mystery of love, can't explain the sword and confusion of obsession, but also achieved a beautiful break.
The stars of last night, the wind of last night, the bright moon of last night is still east of the window, seems to be floating in the spring of March. However, the night is the night of early summer, the mood is the mood of early summer.
Ask the world what is love, ask the world what is love? Still no solution