2, the fragrance is not in the core, the fragrance is not in the calyx, and the fragrance is in the bone.
3, it is more embarrassing to drown your sorrows by drinking, but you are afraid to break your intestines after waking up.
4, a bend in the sun, heartbroken, leaning alone on the railing.
5, the moon, now full of the sea, the end of the world at this time * * *!
6. Your journey will never see my old age.
7. Seeing all the flowers in Los Angeles, it is easy to say goodbye at the beginning of the spring breeze.
8. Pedestrians can't bear to listen to grievances, and the wind stays in the flute.
9. The car is far away, Ma Yangyang. You can't forget to remember Jun.
10 is whether reality abandons fantasy or fantasy recalls reality.
1 1, the heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
12, how much love there is in the boudoir.
Xing Jun has lived alone for more than ten years.
14, refused to paint a painting hall for Zhu Hu, and Chunfeng was at home.
15, only to find that I have always been alone.
16, lovesickness does not face each other, who is spring?
17. Ask her husband in a low voice after putting on makeup. Thrush depth is out of date.
18, I would like to fly high for a pair of swans.
19, embroidered with a piano, boarded the Scholar's Academy.
20. Without flowers before and after the moon, how can we miss today's world?
2 1, the desire for love, even this bright flame of love, is there only ashes? !
22, hate is like spring grass, getting farther and farther.
23. Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.
How beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement and sitting with a frown.
25, hate afterglow, remember Jun Jun didn't know.
26, the green dark road in front of the building, a touch of willow, an inch of tenderness.
27. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I heard that my neighbor's husband was coming back.
28. Looking back suddenly, the man was there, dimly lit.
29, afraid of loneliness, and your ambiguity, so that I can not tell the so-called love.
30. If you want to send a colored ruler, where the mountain is long, where the water is wide.
3 1, the king chooses jade color, and the golden screen serves.
32. Mei Huan is only interested in the morning light, but lettuce is tired.
33. There is much wind and rain, and the dream of breaking the hometown is unsuccessful. There is no such sound in my hometown.
34. Spring is the same, people are empty and tears are full.
35, sunrise in the east and rain in the west, sunny but sunny on the road.
36. We want to fly in heaven, two birds become one, and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
37. Let me down, regret your pity, and tell me nothing every day.
38. You are in the sky, and I am long.
39. Affection has been forgiving since ancient times, but this endless sadness is endless.
40, cutting constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is parting; Don't be a taste in your heart!
4 1, a hundred birds build a bridge, a dream of stars delivers a book, a wish of stars speaks, and Chang Jun accompanies on Tanabata!
On the surface, I seem happy to have new people, but I am doomed to leave my old friends behind.
43, mo more sad, poor Qiu Lai, wordless more bitter.
44. Do you know that it is a species in Shanxi and used to be a poetry league?
45, people are strong, Qingzun Su Ying, the dragon is willing to follow.
46. Without preset expectations, caring for people will be more comfortable.
47. Is it the sorrow of fate or the pain of reincarnation?
48. This river will be more full of sadness, straight and long.
49. Heaven and short karma are often easy to gather and disperse.
50. You should hold my hand and don't miss my future.
5 1, saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies, cuckoo crowing by emperors.
52. The people who were sold in Iraq are haggard and their clothes are getting wider and wider, and they have no regrets.
53, step by step, no return, first frost is full.
54. Candle flowers are all over the world, and green mountains are all over the dream.
55, the autumn wind starts, the world is haggard, and the beauty is complaining late.
56, the night is long-lasting, and the early spring is dyed by acacia.
57. I am not afraid of silver and steel, but I am only worried about the wind and clothes.
58. Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is as cold as Tomb-Sweeping Day.
59, cardamom stubble old hate, ten years of dreams.
60. The closest voice is always leaking, and the dark heartbroken shadow is stolen.
6 1, a piece of dew and fragrance, sex and rain, Wushan heartbroken.
62. Acacia only exists in: lilac branches and cardamom tops.
63, there is always a bleak, gaunt, and Yantai good sentences.
64, inch by inch from the river, inch by inch ecstasy.
65. Yan Ci belongs to Nanxiang, missing the monarch and guest, and it hurts.
66. Make a few lines of tears at dusk, and the crow crows the moon.
67. If you want to have a heart-to-heart talk with heptachord, you have few bosom friends. Who will listen to the broken string?
68. How many worries you can have is like a river flowing eastward.
69. Always born in a casual year. Look back at the other side. Even if it is found that the situation is longer.
70. Seeing each other and getting drunk late is the leading edge, and it is stormy.
7 1, I regret being a businessman's wife. I am destined to be a lucky man.
72. When will Lang Jun arrive? I think it's better to know him from the beginning.
73. How can I really walk into your heart?
74, the sky is not old, I can't help it, my heart is like a double screen, and there is a Qian Qian in it.
75, the mountains are far away and the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaf Dan.
76. Looking at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, sadness is flowing, but it can't hide the mottled fleeting time.
77. When the moonlight enters a tall building, I feel homesick.
78. The more the king loves her, the cuter she is, which makes him lose his wisdom. ..
79. Shut in Hezhou. Ladies make gentlemen.
80, this situation has nowhere to be eliminated, only frowning, but also taking it to heart.
8 1, if life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?
82, group fan, group fan, beauty sick face.
83. The waves of the Yangtze River make people cry, and the west wind is white at night.
84. At most, the world can't stay. Zhu Yan's writing is beautiful.
85. After parting, remember to meet each other and dream of being with you several times.
86. Returning with tears, I hate not meeting and not getting married.
87. Red beans are ugly and full of acacia tears.
88. Wang Fu is a long river, turning it into stone and never looking back.
89, the beauty of the golden ladder, hand basket.
90. Shen Yan, a fish, traveled all over the world and began to believe that the world was free from suffering.
9 1, a moment that should last forever, came and went unconsciously.
92. When the flowers are silent, the courtyard door is closed, and the beauty stands side by side with Qiong Xuan.
In 1993, you should remember that year in Na Yue, the weeping willows in the east of Los Angeles.
Finally, you thought of going home, and now my heart is breaking.
95, what is not acacia, bamboo on the river.
96. The dream is broken, the heart is broken, and the horn blows plum blossoms.
97, leisure is the most bitter, don't lean on the dangerous bar, the sun is setting, and the future is bright.
98, no bees and butterflies want to be fragrant, red clothes are bitter.
99. Shao Hua doesn't stay for teenagers, but hates you. When does he rest?
100, the fallen flowers have danced amorous feelings, and the flowing water is still only eastward.
Classic sentence of ancient aesthetics: Flowers bloom only for the fragrance of butterflies, and patches of residual red are dull.
1, butterflies love flowers, flowers love butterflies, flowers wither and butterflies return? Love that comes and goes in a hurry, don't leave any sadness. Entanglement of love, thinning in time, acacia into scale, Yi Xin has become autumn. Don't be satisfied for a while, but make a permanent commitment to the hope of time and a holy love.
2, the flowers bloom only for the butterfly, and the pieces are red and dark. In this life, I came from the rain and washed away the dust in the world; This time, I will let go of the hubbub and bloom in the lake and sea. The past is like a dream, reminiscing about life and locking the window. The sky also shed tears and hit the banana, which was inseparable from the bridge next to the pillar. Light rain flies, falling flowers are lonely.
There is a kind of beauty, which is fragrant and mellow in the fleeting time. This is a quiet gesture. Walk quietly and listen to the sound of flowers. Smiling, the hand of time pulls up the heart. In time, any little smile is indifferent to fireworks, any low eyebrow is vivid as water, and any warm words flow from his pen.
4, leisurely, lingering, caring. Make out, sooner or later. There is a harp, full of ears. It worried me, so I had to take Yuanyang heron with me. Long eyes, lingering concern. It's hard to talk when you think backwards. Lan Guiqi Fang, turtle-aged crane life. Express my feelings and spend a long time with you.
I stand on the other side, but I can't touch the real temperature any more. Years slowly solidified and melted, and finally left no trace, along the unforgettable thoughts of you, through the crowded dusk. Bow your head silently and walk slowly. Who told me to stop those faces that emerged in the crowd?
6, a gust of wind, a season of fallen leaves, a mood, an ink. Time is a bunch of endless flowers and endless songs. Life is an endless poem and an endless road. On the day when flowers bloom and primroses fly, the branches of this season are always covered with lush green leaves.
7. In that early autumn, the colors were quiet, and the drooping leaves were silent. You stand in the autumn sky. The wind is coming, depending on people. When the water will go depends entirely on the Iraqis. In that season, flowers always go with the running water. No one has promised each other, and we will never be apart, and we will always be opposite in the water.
8. I just want to be a wonderful flower without asking for a name. It's neither evil nor fragrant. It's childish. It won't be too lonely to blossom in your own garden, nor will autumn scenery, which is a little bleak. Moonlight is like water, autumn is cool, open to yourself. I don't care whether you appreciate it or not.
9, spring rain, thin and continuous. Spring rain is accompanied by spring thunder and spring breeze. Spring rain is like silk, fog, smoke and tide. Through this thread, everything in the world draws a faint, foggy freehand painting, flashing like a dream.
10, four years, it's been a long life. Inch by inch, it seems that it is the heart of a teenager. Cangshan night is far away, and the evening wind is sad, blowing away the bitterness. The gathering and dispersion are impermanent, and the world is all the way. Jiang Nanyu, the wind blows all over Changchuan. Lu' an Biwa has a faint smoke, plum blossoms are fragrant and moist, and it is raining.
1 1. I don't remember what day it is today. In the past, if the heart of dust is like water, it will never return to the tranquility when the lotus is in full bloom. Write poems and praise flowers, and give words and songs. The weak body floats in the wind and sinks in silence. Just for the traction of thoughts, I fell into your focused eyes.
12, the sound of being lightly trodden warms the pen and ink of sandalwood, and blooms lightly on the pure white poem; Smile into a poem with a beautiful dream; Watch the scenery, the curtain rises and the clouds fall, the clouds roll and the clouds are comfortable, and quietly enjoy a person's spring flowers and autumn moon; In silence, time flies like water and time is like a song.
13, stop and go, such as duckweed. Gains and losses, I am lucky in my life. How to calculate this win or lose. Not as good as fate. At the end of the song, people are scattered, bustling and deserted. Draw a pavilion and draw gold, wake up from a dream. Right love, wrong life, true heart. How to call your last name after that.
14, time flies, graceful and ethereal, dancing with the wind, the lost years are put back, the blurred beautiful images are gradually clear, the people who missed are still standing in front of them, still safe, still in spring, still in full bloom, still green eyes, still beautiful face. The fragrance is not exhausted, the smoke is not exhausted, the clouds are not scattered, and the soul is still there.
15, snowflake is a dancing spirit, snowflake is a beautiful angel, I think it's for love. For the sake of a beautiful encounter, I explained the deep lovesickness, told the family affection with lotus-like feelings, and explained the pure and regretless love with life.
16, flowers bloom and fall, four seasons change, life is like a book, you can't finish reading it. Life is like a play, we can't solve it. Many times, we always laugh at others unconsciously, read their pride, read that others can't tell us how much we weigh, magnify our advantages for no reason or be extremely depressed and pessimistic.
17, in this world, no one can really feel the pain of another person. You were shot in the heart, and you were in pain. This is just your own business. Others may sympathize and lament, but you never know where your wound is festering.
18, there was an umbrella that lasted for a long time and refused to accept it when the rain stopped; There is a bunch of flowers that have been smelling for a long time, but they are not willing to throw away; Have friends, hope forever! Spreading friendship is an umbrella, which can shelter you from the wind and rain; Putting friendship together is a heart, which can be warm in winter and cool in summer.
19, talking about the years and laughing at the fleeting time. There is a kind of attachment eyes that I don't know until I break up; There is a feeling that I didn't realize it was heartache until I left; There is a kind of mood, until I can't sleep, only to find that it is acacia; There is a fate, until I wake up, it is clear that it is eternal.
20, through the years, write time lightly, this season flying rain, enchanting this pulse of acacia, let this violet brush away the dust in my heart! I just want to live a quiet life in this meditation. If acquaintance is always a kind of reluctance, why not twist a thread of love and stay in the world of mortals, admiring the beautiful life that stayed between my wrists that time, this lush life.
2 1, open the title page of the years, every landscape is nourishing the fragrance of flowers, warmth, a little spread at the fingertips, the feeling of words in my arms, thank you for reading every word in my heart, my world, you are full of joy to me, I listen to the sound of spring in March, and the years are safe with a little smile.
22. With a ray of warm sunshine in the afternoon, keep your words in your heart. The mood is like soaking in a warm teacup, let it stretch slowly, slowly precipitate, take a sip, leave a faint fragrance on the heart and lips, moisten the memory, tenderize the years and dye the fragrance.
23, everyone has a dead end, they can't get out, others can't get in; Everyone has a wound, deep or shallow, covered with a cloth and thought it didn't exist; Everyone has a love, with heart, affection, hard work, emotion and sentimentality; Everyone has confession, anxiety, but full of sincerity and courage.
24. I've been thinking about you for a long time, and the heartstrings are tied in my heart. All kinds of customs come from Wan Li, and flowers fall from trees. I don't have to think about it, but I am secretly sad to leave. In the empty green smoke, the wind is winding, I promise you. In the coming year, I will let him dance with my heart and my heart, and I will never forget my words. From now on, I will make a promise.
25. One spring, who was Taohuahong? Looking back, who did you meet? A little rhinoceros, to whom is true love given? Take care, who did Tianya send? After a while, who sent the fish book? The curtain of dreams, who missed the railing. A glass of turbid wine makes you drunk. Only by singing in a low voice can you be infatuated with someone. A kind of lovesickness, who is the leisure worry for?
26. In the dream of fireworks, you will appear like an epiphyllum and then disappear. Maybe this is good, this is better. After many years, I finally understand that it is enough to look at a near and far, illusory and real beauty, which is a warm current in life!
27. Prosperity is gone, we are strangers after all, and the fireworks all over the sky will eventually die with the passing years. Counting the misty rain, the wild goose is full of tears. Although you are strong, you can't leave. So I stood in the lost country, watching time quietly drown my forehead and finally buried myself.
28. When I was a girl, I once saw a teenager standing under a willow tree by a roadside pond fishing. What a picture it is, a pond, a pool of golden water, a row of willows and a teenager. The boy's whole body seems to shine with golden light.
29. As the years approach the middle of winter, the scenery in the three seasons is bleak without a trace. Those green, fat, red and thin are no longer attractive. With a cold night, the whole world became colorless and boundless. I am looking for a trace of life germination in this cold winter.
30, the sky is dark, the shadows are over, and the people in the corridor are in the lights; Qiushuishan, the night has passed. What am I doing for Lanzhou today? A string harp, the water is wrong, and a sail crosses the blue moon; A song, a promise of a thousand dollars, huma's horizon is vast. Flowers bloom silently, leaves fall silently, the wind passes without a trace, and the water disappears without a trace.
Aesthetically ancient sentences
You can also drink tea quietly and crush this scene, the bustling fireworks.
In a trance, time is stagnant and the years are quiet. Just like ten years ago.
In a trance, wandering. I think of the flood in Fengtian, the rainy season and the slightly cold early autumn.
Never look back, why not? Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.
Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
Jiangnan style, Tianshui is completed, and the desire of heavenly education goes against the body.
Tears hero, the world is much more bitter. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?
After a fleeting dream, I went back to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
That's it, mountains and rivers will never see each other again.
Open the HarmonyOS system, who is the lover? It's all about romance.
I began to miss the bleak years that I held in my hand and the splendid rivers and lakes.
Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.
The rivers and lakes in the dream are full of flowers, people come and go, and they are prosperous.
Boundless time and space, boundless sea of people, meet you, don't forget.
Flowers covered by years become blank.
Those prosperous sorrows will eventually become the past,
You never look back at me, but I always smile at you.
Your journey will never see my old age again.
You gave me a tear, and I saw all the oceans in your heart.
Have you always been like this, quietly staring at the sunset and the sadness of homelessness?
Those beautiful and magical ancient sentences
1, like smoke, flowers are low and graceful. Peach blossoms are biased, lightly painted, miss beautiful women, and lean against the east wall. As soon as I turned around, I was in a trance. For a moment, I couldn't bear to watch it, and a gust of wind passed. Under the west cold bridge, the waves gently shake, a journey of misty rain meets, a wave of the hand meets, a wave of the pipa is in the end of the world, and I have been in your night painting all my life. Even love at first sight extends to Fanghua, loving you for thousands of years and holding hands for thousands of years.
2. Looking back at Naihe Bridge for the last time, I turned the last trace of nostalgia for the world of mortals into two lines of clear tears on my pale cheeks. Tears into Meng Po Tang, in the third stone, past lives, many reincarnation emerged in front of us, frozen for thousands of years, lonely for thousands of years, and everything was silent at that moment. How can we leave in previous lives, meet in this life, and meet again in the afterlife? Life is like a dream, a thousand times.
3, the love of this life is not worth lovesickness, and the flowers shake their tears. Don't look back. I'm just drunk for the Iraqis. How can you be as cold as ice if you can't control yourself if you are unfathomable? I will miss a pot of warmth and drink the past; Wandering around the world, just smiling for the beautiful scenery, but not missing this drop, it makes people feel deeply grieved! If true, if false; I'm stupid, I can laugh.
4. The world of mortals has you and the world of mortals has me. This word, which has been tossed and turned in my mind for thousands of times, has dreams on one side and worries on the other. A flower blooms, this life is a dream. A flower withers and an idea goes with the wind. The clouds are in the sky and you are in your heart.
5, the wind is full of buildings, the moon is shy, the flower shadow is wrinkled and wavy. Borrow the east wind to send love, and lean on clouds to send love. Lanting pier, do you know? Looking at the horizon, old worries have not disappeared, and new worries have been added. Who misses me? The moon is thin. Snuff, west window, thin, solitary screen window. Chun Qing is so thin that it is difficult to stay. When you are sad, the mirror is full of flowers. Raise your hand, sigh, hug the pipa, cry, heartbroken voice, who can understand?
6, want to be together, it is difficult to look at each other, heartbreaking; Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. Traveling in Qian Shan, wading through thousands of waters, missing tears on the road; Looking at the sky, sighing the bright moon, lonely and melancholy; The wine is strong, the heart is drunk, and the shirt is lightly sleeved; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqis, close at hand, close to Yuanyang; The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.
7. Look, who is sitting under the bodhi tree, counting the curtains and falling flowers for the season? Soft whispers, rustling sighs, gurgling acacia, charming rouge and enchanting youth? Listen, who is playing the sad chord in the world of mortals? Who is it, intoxicated in the misty rain and the world of mortals, intoxicated in the romantic world, rippling with past life attachment?
8, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the dark stars are fading away, comforting my heart, pale paper, sharp pen tip, and saving my life. Walking on a song, smiling again and again, a cloud, a gust of wind, a star, January, a piece of paper, a pen, a person, a world, facing the bustling world, I woke up, leaving only sadness, and I haven't spoken for a long time. Who is with whom in the world is sad.
9, strip, countless fireworks, you pick up the lamp and look back; Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again. Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
10, a cup of tea fragrance, a tender world of mortals, a breeze blowing, blowing a cup of world of mortals, the ashes of time, quietly passing away in the pages of tea fragrance, turn the page carefully, life is just a play, the stage of life, you play your role well and dance, not cheering for the audience, but also.
1 1, forget when you are drunk, why bother; Pity the quiet night, the shadows are bleak. We have known each other for thousands of years and love each other in this life; If you can't move, you will have a lot of worries, and tears will flow first. On a young night, string your warm words together and fold them into Tang and Song Dynasties, laying a good foundation for tonight's writing. A kind of love can only be sent in a dream, and I, like a butterfly in a dream, dance in the slender moonlight, waiting for the dawn.
12, to be together, it is difficult to look at each other, and everyone is very sad; Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. Traveling in Qian Shan, wading through thousands of waters, missing tears on the road; Looking at the sky, sighing the bright moon, lonely and melancholy; The wine is strong, the heart is drunk, and the shirt is lightly sleeved; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqis, close at hand, close to Yuanyang; The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.
13, dream room, crying without words, raining, whose courtyard? Whose windowsill, the figure is swaying, forgotten, followed by light and shadow, leaving me wandering alone. How can I be lonely? Pour a glass of wine and hold it up to invite the bright moon. I can't sleep. The front leaves of the pavilion are all over the floor. HeJun, who is moving! When the light is dim, I can't speak for a while, and I leave alone, and the pheromone floats with the wind.
14, by Naihe Bridge, clear water and quiet; Forget the river, the blue waves are cold. Thousands of years of sadness, such as a flick of a finger, a turbid tear, the ups and downs of previous lives. Time flies beyond words, but I hate being late in my life; Time is like cutting, cutting and sighing. At the beginning of the cold, I am alone, and I am willing to dry in the wind for a long time. It's annoying under the eaves in Mao Mao, and Hong Fei is throwing cigarettes everywhere. How many complaints are difficult, difficult and difficult; People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away; The horn was cold and the night was dim. I was afraid of being asked. I swallowed my tears and pretended to be happy, hiding, hiding, hiding.
15, Fenghua pen and ink, backyard dust. Then the sky is cloudy, not wandering. Three thousand miles of rivers and mountains have also been Penglai for forty years. Moss is stained with frost, and the mirror is full of color.
16, I only caught a glimpse of you, but I caught a glimpse of a dull and far-reaching attitude towards life. Relax, relax, I will never be dominated by everything. I am alone in the turbid waves, and I only want to die holding the bright moon. There is a withered tobacco and a white mustard on the river.
17, one old year, one day without a day, one autumn after another, urged by one generation, gather and disperse, enjoy and grieve, lie on the couch, dream all your life, find a group of acquaintances, know each other for a while, know each other generally for a while, play for a while, and sing for a while.
18, in the sound of light and shadow, the sky is still cold and the water is still cold. Singing softly in the dream, outsiders, mountains outside, outsiders did not return, geese looked back and forgot Sichuan too early, and the piano player burst into tears.
19, back to that moment, the years were silent and scary. The withered vine grows branches, and the original time has been gently brushed. In my dream, you are standing upstairs, standing under the moon, brushing the snowflakes off your clothes and looking side by side. The world is vast.
20, the path is far, the fragrance is slow, the water waves are rippling, dotted, the heart is melancholy, and the shadow moves alone. Once, with the time when a flower bloomed, it bloomed a lifetime attachment. Now, Tingting's pear flower falls branch, looking at the lingering season, has a sad ripple in its heart: Who are the flowers grateful to? Who are the flowers sad for? A farewell song echoed with the pale blue sky.
2 1, the lens in his hand is very stable. During the Millennium, it is understandable that the Millennium dream was broken. I don't know whose face will be reshaped in a thousand years, and history will jump out of the book, clamoring to restore the dream of a lifetime. In the dream, Jin Ge is an iron horse with fierce blood.
22, sunset, look at the desert desert, how many old trees crow, the wind is like snow in the place where the soul is broken, killing on all sides in the twilight, it is difficult to calculate people's fate, burn out karma, a persistent, whether chic or unable to answer, grab too much ashes, the bright moon is the beauty of loess, it is still vaguely eye-catching in the initial dream, and this half-life is bound by itself, only one love is shorter than the morning dew.
23, Dan Qing pen, freehand brushwork around the finger, soft-hearted but full of youth, obsessed with previous lives, or unforgettable in this life, Qinhuai River night rain entangled in water droplets, who plays the flute, is a feeling owed to you in previous lives, turned into a memory of this life, Jinling City lights bleak autumn, green silk for frost rain.
24, the fallen flower, the beauty is far away, deep sadness permeates my heart, acacia, it is difficult to reward each other, faint thoughts flood like water, a wait, is the persistence of life, flowers bloom, reincarnation, affectionate woman listening to the rain through the curtain, isn't it, in the pear flower rain season after season, locked the door of my heart and spent countless nights waiting for my sweetheart.
25, ink and raindrops are scattered, and the snow is out of the pen, and the paper, ink and makeup are getting stronger and stronger. It turned out to be a love story of water melting, splashing ink to write love poems, quietly talking about love, lotus leaves mud but not dye, people enter boundless love, lotus has charm, people dye ink, write all the chapters, and still express endless tenderness!
26, broken handwriting, where is the silk? The yellow font of the paper is still clear, and you can still see the feeling of paper wrinkling in the sunlight. People have melted the rain with the wind or embedded it in the soil, and that feeling has disappeared with people or at any time. Let's sigh, a moment that should last forever has come and gone unconsciously.
27, refers to the upper chord sound flow, refers to the string stroke, fingers staggered. The flowing water melts into a clear sound, the wind cries, the birds hold the sound, the flowers get drunk with the sound, and the jade dew contains a condensed sound. In the shadow of flowers, it has become complacent. There are many people in the world, many people in the sky, people in the water, few syllables and weak notes. A flood of spring water means how much sorrow there is in the world and how much sorrow there is in the world.
28. I have no sleep on the moon and my heart is full of joy. I think what I think and what I remember. Tonight, I am sitting alone in the west wind seat with curtains. The moon hides people's dreams, and they are worried. What do they dream, see and feel? Tonight, the breeze slowly dreams of becoming a snowman. When the moon sets, people wake up alone, worrying for a long time, worrying for a long time and crying for a long time. Today, they are naturally awake and refuse to sleep.
29. Birthdays of the years, the continuation of life, Watson of the world, seize today, eat, drink and be merry in time. The withered Chinese New Year gave him a dowry locked in it to bury rouge powder that was no longer needed for his haggard face. Tired of prosperity, I look down on fancy clothes, but I linger in the world of China, paying homage to the past in the unknown sorrow.
30. Dressed in silks and satins, decorated with purple hairpin and emerald tortoise shell. I don't envy Jinping's paintings, I don't like the beauty of antique, I don't like the pearl color of the world, and I don't love jade agate. Only look at the years, only write the years, only laugh at the years and only sigh the years. Understatedly, leisurely holding a pen, only writing the end of the world with a messy heart.