Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Lotus leaves hate life in spring and hate life in autumn.
I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the voice of Wangjiangtou River.
When * * * cut off the western window candle,
Speaking of late rain.
For a seasoned person, a person who has seen the sea will not think that it is just a river.
Forever amber
Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate.
Static flowers are flowers falling in the courtyard.
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Wutong lonely desolate lock courtyard autumn sunny.
Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
If you don't see each other when you meet, love will be ruthless. After the music, the wine woke up slightly. The moon in the deep courtyard is quiet.
Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there.
The lights are dim.
I have answered it once before, and I saw that you said you wanted to be remote.
Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow. Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No, no, no!
Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are full of eyes. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo!
The world is very thin,
Human feelings are evil,
Rain makes flowers fall easily at dusk.
Xiao fenggan,
Tears,
Want to worry,
Monologue diagonal bar
Difficult, difficult, difficult!
Everyone becomes himself,
Today is not yesterday,
A sick soul is often like a thousand ropes.
The horn is cold,
The night is hazy,
Afraid of being asked questions,
Swallow your tears and pretend to be happy.
Hide, hide, hide!
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn waves, cold smoke on the waves; The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep; The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
Blue sky, yellow flower land, tight west wind, flying north and south. Who is drunk in Xiao Lai's frost forest? Tears of people who always have to be separated.
When I used to play a Chinese odyssey with my wife, the name was whoever was drunk and cried.