I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
.Luocheng is silent, the pen is broken, dancing in the dust, flying sand, the Qinhuai River cuts off the melancholy, accumulates ink to warm the night, the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty moves over the female wall, Cangyang Gyatso, Xin shakes the music and sings. The waning moon is setting in the window of the shop window, and the shadows shaking the city are full of sorrow. The gorgeous dreams fall to the ground, touching the pain you left behind, and the corners of your eyes are unknowingly wet with tears.
, Looking back suddenly, that person was there, in a dimly lit place.
, Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard.
.If a beauty has a dream, then a gentleman can interpret it; if a gentleman has words, then a beauty can listen; if all the prosperity is gone, it will all turn into mist in the end, with the flowers fading, the moon bending, and the frost and dew heavy. , so close to the end of the world, I am as lonely as smoke, you sit alone like a lotus, the evening breeze quietly penetrates through the window lattice, leaving a pain of ice and clear bones, wrapped in a plain and light worry, when will you be able to understand those passionate eyes? .
. Love is hurt, so many people have suffered, so many memories have been destroyed. Love is sadness, so many people have been cold, and so many thoughts have been lost. Even though moths fly to the fire, they still have no hesitation and only look at the love. It hurts others and hurts myself, but it cannot be cut off in a lifetime. I shed a long love, how many infatuated tears I shed, drank a glass of turbid wine, and tasted so many worldly feelings! If you are my lotus, then let me stay with you forever in this life. Affection.
, lonely in the deep boudoir, an inch of soft intestine filled with thousands of strands of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
, I met you under the tree of three lives, and after meeting you, I lived three lives again.
. We want to stay together, but it is difficult to see each other, and people are heartbroken at the end of the world; love is easy to pass away, but hate is also long-lasting, and people are hesitant in the dim lights; traveling through thousands of mountains and crossing thousands of rivers, two lines of tears are shed on the thoughts of lovesickness; spring flowers Open, the autumn leaves fall, and the lingering fragrance remains after the prosperity; the wine is strong, the heart is also drunk, the light sleeves of the Luo shirt are flying; thinking about the autumn water, thinking about the beloved, the world is as close as a mandarin duck; the love in the past life, the debt in this life, the world of mortals is a dream of reincarnation.
, When the marriage ends, there is no share, and when the marriage ends, you become a stranger.
.You are the Buddhist bead in front of the Buddha. When the dust settles, the memory of the relationship is as dark as wind and frost. I am willing to fall for you in the sea of ??love in my previous life, maybe just to resist. In exchange for meeting you in this life. I can't let your lotus-like thoughts lead me to wild dreams, I just want to exchange for the fragrance of a season of blooming flowers in this life to repay you and my thousand years of waiting in my previous life!
, searching and searching, deserted, miserable and miserable .
.The long love of that life composes a song of longing for lovesickness. How desolate it has become, how much black hair has covered it, how much mist it has turned into, and how much worldly love it has blown away! I am just sad, but in this life, I am I can only be your passer-by, making you remember and forget by chance, just like this, repeating the plot of our life. In the end, when people disperse, what is left is only the past that was blown away by the wind, and the things that cannot be forgotten. Once upon a time...
, cut off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, raise a cup to relieve the sorrow, and the sorrow will become more sorrowful.
.If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change. The words of Lishan are gone till midnight, and the rain and bells at night end without complaint. How lucky is the brocade clothes, the wings and branches are linked to the wishes of the day. Love does not have to last forever, the fragrance floats just right, ruthlessness does not necessarily mean determination, I only want you to remember: each other's smiles when we first met.
. Tears in the sea, clouds in Wushan, and the bustling world of Zimo. Looking back suddenly, the flower-like face and the sea-like tenderness will shine through the yellowing fleeting years and be engraved in the history books. A moment of eternal beauty. Tonight, the orchid boat is far away, and the fragrant grass is far away; I don’t want the willows to dance, and I don’t remember the flowers flying. The clouds are broken and sparse shadows are slanting horizontally; the geese pass by and perch silently. At this time, I just want to be with you, Chanjuan.
, Keep the ten-year promise for ten years, and you will not see each other for ten years.
.Put on your headphones and walk on the road. The noise and silence of the world have nothing to do with me.
.Looking back for the last time on the Naihe Bridge, the last trace of nostalgia for the mortal world turned into two lines of clear tears on the pale cheeks.
Tears poured into Meng Po Tang, and the three living stones were placed in front of me. The past and present life, multiple reincarnations appeared in front of my eyes, thousands of generations of ice, tens of thousands of years of loneliness, all returned to silence at that moment. No matter how we parted in the past life, no matter how we meet in this life, no matter how we meet again in the next life. Life is like a dream, full of twists and turns. . .
The flowers drift and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Breathtakingly beautiful and sad ancient sentences:
, The autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad!
Young people don’t know what it feels like to be sad, so they forcefully talk about it in order to compose new words.
, Whose young man was once dressed in white, and whose young man was also young in white clothes.
.In the dream, whose jade flute is sentimental and lingering, and whose song is melodious and melodious? The clear sound is like the sound of nature in the world, and the echo flows through the water, across the mountains, and falls in the wind hundreds of times. Silks of tenderness are like flowers falling all over the sky, petals flying over the beauty, falling on the pillow, and transforming into thousands of pieces in dreams. When I hear the place where I forget my love, I drink three-thirds of the running water and seven-quarters of the spring scenery, and the wine is very sweet.
.When your indifference exceeds the load that my heart can bear. Then I will give you my heart and I will leave.
.It started to rain in my sky, but I felt so hurt without an umbrella. .
. Entering the world of mortals, just because of the temperament born of mist and rain, speaking of the world of mortals, just because of loving all the emptiness of mist and rain, sighing in the world of mortals, just because of seeing the desolation of mist and rain. Love the world of mortals, but love that the world of mortals is as misty and misty as rain; look forward to the world of mortals, but cannot hope that the world of mortals is as cold as mist and rain; hate the world of mortals, but cannot hate that the world of mortals is as chaotic as mist and rain; hate the world of mortals, but cannot help but the world of mortals as mist and rain. . . . In the mist and rain of the mortal world, there are little tears from people leaving.
Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. The thought went away, thousands of miles away, and the sky was vast and heavy at dusk.
, the wind abides in the dust, the fragrant flowers are gone, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
.On that day, you were the end of the world and I was the corner of the sea. They looked at each other and felt hopeless that they could not depend on each other. In that life, you were the bright moon and I was the clear spring. Their shapes and shadows were incompatible with each other, and they could not be intertwined. ;In that life, you were by the Qingshui River, and I was by the Naihe Bridge; your deep call, my deep love. Three lives with beautiful hair, a lifetime of care, we are not a fairy tale after all, and you are just a comic that I have missed in my whole life.
.From the day you left, I decided not to shed tears and held my eyes open in the wind without blinking...
.Once, I remember packing a meal in the canteen at noon, and suddenly It started to rain heavily, so I called my classmate and asked her to bring me an umbrella. Then I waited at the door with my lunch box. During this ten minutes, three people asked me which building I lived in and wanted to take me back. I'm very touched. It turns out that the students of Normal University are so loving... (Girl, are you pretty?)
If you can do it without being sad, it doesn't matter what you do in exchange.
, long-term lovesickness long-lasting memories, long-term memories of people long-lasting lovesickness.
.In this life, you are me, the confidante who has been forgotten for thousands of years. You are me, stained by the world of mortals, and scattered by sad thoughts. Destinations arise and ends, we pass each other by, whoever fell in love with my city, whose heart I betrayed, from then on, that face was forgotten to the end of the world, and we never looked at each other. If I miss a season with you, it will be the time when the flowers fall. Dressed in red, her skirts fluttering, and her tender sleeves fluttered out, as if she was throwing away a thousand years of past.
.When I cried heartbreakingly, who was smiling in your arms?
. We once met in the most innocent age, were happy in the publicity of youth, and separated in the vicissitudes of time. I hope that we can meet again when the dust settles, just to confirm your happiness, just to confirm your happiness. To see you again with the magnificence of your smile, and then leave indifferently. Since then, no one in the world has returned. Only a wisp of faint fragrance is left, spreading in the changing spring and autumn, a trace of lingering, penetrating through the world of mortals...
. Huanhua quietly flows with the passing water, a spring dream farewell to the dawn of night, once for the remnant The running script of Dieshang is touched by light rain for a while, and the strokes become sad. Tears fall with the words, and the falling crescent moon pays homage to the childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts of those years.
.If you see the faults and shortcomings of sentient beings every day, you must quickly repent. This is cultivation.
. The immortal elegance under the blue monument splendid the lonely years of Shen Cang, the withered leaves of flowers and butterflies danced the youth with their incomplete wings, whose blood and tears were buried underground, and whose good stories , the transformation of troubled times. Thousands of years of tears, long-lived love, and endless endless world are actually the world of one person. Half of the city is covered with smoke and sand, and under the ruins of the ruins, a lonely soul is busy searching for the next peerless myth.
. The pen is full of flowers, the light marks are dark, the calligraphy is plain ink, the makeup is on the paper, the eyes are filled with tears, the smile is cold and residual, drinking lightly to be drunk, comforting the vicissitudes of life, rocking the boat, boating on the lake, a grasshopper Smoke, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river, the ripples gradually disperse, the weak pen is still filling in the broken sentences and chapters for you, the broken armor is still fighting for you to share the world, the rusty halberd, in the bloody rain In the wind, the arrogant fairy tale will collapse.
, I will wait for you until I meet you, and I will wait for you until I meet you.
.The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first. I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi cannot carry many sorrows. ——Li Qingzhao's "Wulingchun·Spring Festival Gala"
Three thousand feet of white hair, as long as the fate is long.
.The heart is like the sea, the love is like a flower, who has been wronged by the infatuation? Who should be blamed for the tears of beauty? Who is singing softly in the ear; who is the oath of eternal love. The waves are surging, and my heart seems to have returned to that year. You and I were holding flower petals in each other's hands, walking on this quiet ancient road. But now that the time is gone, dreams are gone, like fog and lightning. Love will never regret it in life, love is everywhere. The scenery is beautiful in a moment.
.The wind is quiet and cold, the water is cold, the hibiscus is all over the city, the peonies are fragrant, the morning sun is drinking dew, the willows are fluttering in the sleeves, the Xiaoxiang evening rain is like hanging curtains, greedy for red lips, the dawn is at the desk, the flowers are on the shadow wall, the evening breeze in the bamboo forest, Send each other off with a piece of paper, sing and dance with jade, soak in the fragrance of half a cup of tea, see a life of wandering, sigh lightly at the rain and lotus collecting dew, and complain that the green face is stained by wind and frost, the cinnabar is dotted with fat, and the dark eyes express love, whose order is it? In the prosperous and prosperous times, whose pen and ink were used to divine the hexagram for whom? Drunk tonight, the passing years change secretly; recalling the past, light ink and plain paper. The cocoon of love turns into a butterfly. The butterfly breaks into pieces for the flowers, but the flowers fly with the wind. Singing a few words in a low voice, asking drunkenly what year it is today?
If we are all children, we can stay where time is, sit together and listen to those stories that will never grow old. Slowly brighten your head.
, If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan.
, I asked the flowers with tears in my eyes without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.
.When the prosperity comes to an end and time is shattered, I see a place of sadness in front of the defeated flowers. All the oaths of each other are not as good as the fateful night, and the prosperity ends with incompleteness. Who is watching the end of the world for whom? Who is looking forward to the end of the world for whom, and who is blooming into flowers and scattered into rain for whom? I chant softly in my heart and dare not forget it. Make the last wish before reincarnation. Is there anyone who can give me a lifetime of expectations with one minute of waiting?
. Mo Ge Festival, lovesickness without crying, not sadness, just sadness, a wisp of heartbreak, Searching for half a life, not seeing each other within a stone's throw, never forgetting in the end of the world, what a thought. Drinking is also sad, but it is sad. The most affection is strong, but it is like parting and not seeing each other again. I am in ecstasy and longing for lovesickness. The face is thin with frost on the temples. The figure of the beautiful woman is hazy and I can't hold it. The gentle hand of the past is still there. It must be unfinished. , but the ending comes to an end. After three thousand years of glory, the two lives have never crossed paths, only the dusty road is messed up...
. The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright. The fallen leaves gathered and dispersed, and the jackdaws roosted again. We know the day when we meet each other, but it is hard to be in love at this time and night. Entering the door of my lovesickness, I know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness brings long memories of each other, but short lovesickness lasts endlessly. I had known that it would be such a stumbling block for people's hearts. How could I not have known each other in the beginning.
.If I can, I can stay with you for a thousand years, and I just want to care for you and smile. If I am willing, I am willing to stay with you forever, and I only want to miss you in black silk and white clothes. Your face in my heart is like the blooming and falling of a lotus, the setting sun, the faint ripples of whispers, a few songs raised to the sky, and the fireworks that fill the sky in an instant. Are you still sitting in the pavilion a mile away, with your bright jade fingers curled up in the gentle breeze, painting a corner of the blue sky and rising from the shore of the Meishui River?
. The fine wine and jade dew, waiting for the prime minister to die, saddened the soul, picking up the flowers in the morning and evening, sighing at the ruins of the temples. Standing alone under the moon, shadows and shadows hang together. I hold a green lantern to watch the mourning of flowers, a solo song of the cold crescent moon, full of mess, the moment of youth, lost and buried under the rain of parasol trees, the throbbing Mood for Love, infatuated with your three thousand green silk hair.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
, If you are a master and show your true name in the world, no one can compare with you for thousands of years.
.I can’t have too much, everything is just a fantasy.
. I can’t bear to be the master of prosperity, but I can’t bear to listen to the music of prosperity. The painful lovesickness ignited another kind of loneliness. The love that has been bumpy for several lifetimes will finally stop in the sorrow of parting. The beautiful long shadow of parting has widened the distance between us. On this bank, you are on the opposite side of the river, and I can only stand across from you. Mist says hello to you, you step on my heart with determined steps, and then leave.
, wine enters the heart of sorrow, turning into tears of lovesickness.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness?
.The love in this life is worthy of the longing, and the flowers shed tears when they leave. Don't look back, you are so carefree and carefree just to get drunk on your beauty. If the love is not so deep that I can't help myself, how can I turn my heart as cold as frost? I will just warm a pot of longing and drink up the past; wandering around the world, just for the beauty's smile, but not all these thoughts, let me People's hearts are broken! Wherever we meet, the purple smoke grows. Looking to the end of the world, the words are still desolate. If true, if false; I am crazy, I laugh.
. The rice paper is dyed with ink, Hanlin Vocabulary, the brocade silk grosgrain is rolled up, the silk curtain is dreamy, expressing the lovesickness of the paper, the fragrance of ink, the lingering calligraphy. The dense Han Dynasty Fu Yuan song is a song of farewell, tainted with Tang Shining's lyrics, and the loss of Jinnian composes a beautiful song of mourning, resting on the pain of wandering, sleeping in that life, dejected, soul-breaking, and miserable. The flowers are falling from a distance, the rain turns into butterflies, the wind and smoke are left behind in dreams, and a single scroll of the Brahma Sutra dawns.
.Happiness will not leave anyone behind, sooner or later it will find you. If you want it, wait.
.The moon is silent and people are still the same, and the years have gone through several reincarnations in the world. I can't stop talking, looking at the vast world of mortals and the misty river! I don't understand how to correct and implement the constant entanglement between each other, like a frozen scene. The long feelings, the pain again and again, the touching again and again, looking back, it is just a dream.
I originally compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminated the canal.
.Have you ever believed in someone in particular, whether it was friendship or love, only to be slapped hard by reality?
. We are all passers-by in the world of mortals. I am infatuated with you. Who is heartbroken for me? In the vast sea of ????people, who do I stay for? Who waits for me? How long can the scenery of mirror flowers and water moon be treasured? A smile in the world of mortals , how many people have never found their true love throughout their lives, and how many people have lost themselves in the search. . . . Crying at the broken flowers in the sunset, letting a lifetime of love turn into the corner of the withered eyes.
, Don't worry and hate, silence is better than sound at this time.
. The harps are gone, the joys and sorrows are separated, the stars are hidden and the moon is waning, the life is in chaos, the candles are left with tears, the drunken reflection, the purple sandalwood, whose song is dyed with love, swallowed by the night Mountains, who is recalling the aftertaste. The silk silk is cold and solemn, with three thousand weak strands, the performance is unparalleled, the face is swaying, and the solo ends. The cold dream is like a dream, the country is picturesque, the pride is spacious, I will write a piece of paper for you with the fragrance of ink, and write down the unparalleled love. Mandarin ducks are playing in the water, Tsinghua University is ups and downs, leaning on the railing and thinking deeply, hating the morning dew.
, The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hoof disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
Who has the red flowers withered? Who has withered the green leaves? Who has lost the cold moon? Who has dispersed when the wind blows? Flowers bloom in one season and wither in the other. One tree is green, and the other is withered and yellow. A glance at the cold moon, eyes full of lovesickness! After all, it is all reincarnation destined in the past life, and you can only accept it if you are not willing to do so. You really don’t have to worry about it, it’s just that you’re out of your depth. So, I forget while walking along the way, and I look back frequently along the way, unwilling, unwilling to give up, unable to bear...
. Maybe you don't know my existence, but I have never regretted falling in love with you.
.What you let go of and what you can’t let go of are fate. What comes out and what cannot come out are all emotions.
.The lonely star is broken, the dream is broken, and the plain clothes are cold. The face in the mirror looks thin under the moon. Looking forward through the curtain makes me full of sadness. I always want to escape those memories about you, return to the ultimate peace, and let my heart be calm and calm. However, the moment I turned around, you forgot the tenderness of thousands of years and planted a lasting wound for me in this life; even the drunkenness of a thousand cups cannot wipe out the sorrows of this life. Inside and outside the scroll, each word is engraved with heart, only one song tells an unchanging story, which fades into the bottom of my heart.
.Looking back at the past life, we are connected in this life, and in the world of mortals, who can we rely on? The so-called beauty is on the side of the water, and it is difficult for a beautiful woman to rely on, and a thousand tears flow! Leaning alone by the window, with the moon shining on my face, looking forward to myself. , sad alone! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, I think about it day by day, and look forward to it every night! Magpies come to the branches, adding to the desolation, with no hope in my heart, tears dripping down my skirt! Time flies, how can it be wasted? Beauty is easy to grow old, how can I help it? Flowing wine? If we are dependent on each other, don't separate!
If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
.The beauty in the mirror, the shadow of flowers and the face of the moon are all scattered. If there is no fate in this world, who will I think of? Wash away the beauty, repair the face to cover the heart, love is like the wind and water, and I am willing to forget Who? I am locked in the world of mortals, only because I look back and smile lightly, I will live up to my lovesickness in this life. Just because I feel you, I look back with my face on my face, I feel warm and warm, and I smile lightly. I just want you to look back once and see my deep affection.
I will never regret it as my clothes become wider. It makes people feel haggard because of Yixiao.
, How much lovesickness is involved in so many things, how many things are filled with lovesickness.
Most of the Spring and Autumn Festival chants are sad, and the Spring and Autumn Festival chants are sad.
.Missing is a directionless wind that blows away the traces of time. The messy dance steps go through the long four seasons, and become poetry in the warm days. Even if we can't rely on each other closely, we still look forward to the opportunity to get closer to each other. The footsteps that are getting farther and farther, the emotions that feel like wounds every inch, in the gap between the tiredness of the heart and the heart, measure a kind of sadness called distance.
.Sorrow, softened into a thousand knots under whose music? When the moon falls and the crow crows, whose wind and frost are singing for thousands of years? Back then, a smile caused infatuation, and it was destined to be in the world of mortals. I have been entangled with you for thousands of years. Tonight, I can't help but get drunk on the dawn wind and the waning moon in my previous life. Deep in the lotus flowers, on the bank of willows, the misty rain towers are still vast and vast.
. It is said that if we miss each other, we will not be sad. At that time, my heart was clever, but it was hard to understand fate. I regretted my love, and my love was hard to come back. Thousands of years of anticipation finally turned to dust. Don't think about it. It was just a flashy dream. The ancient songs were still heartbreaking. How can I say desolation. The world is floating in the world and we are separated from each other. We are so far away from each other, but it is difficult to relieve our sorrow. In the end, we will never forget it, and our clothes will be wet with tears. The most thoughtful thing is, if you are young and frivolous, you will think about your feelings and feel sad, and you will shed tears... If you don't know each other, what's the problem?
Three cups and two glasses of light wine, how can you defeat him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
, There is no way to be ecstatic, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
.Who is wandering beside the street, who is waiting by the ancient road. A thousand years of looking back, a hundred years of loneliness. No one agrees with loneliness, and hates loneliness. The encounter in the past life, the encounter in this life. Love is flying in the wind, love is playing in the rain. The wishful thinking, the confusion and infatuation that I once had, have gone with the wind when I wake up from the dream. At this moment: love is speechless, love is silent. Tears wetted my eyes and filled my heart.
Thousands of sails passing by are not the same. The slanting light and the flowing water are long.
Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
.You don’t know that I’m thinking of you because you don’t love me. I know you don’t miss me, but I still love you because I’m too stupid. Maybe sometimes, escaping is not because you are afraid of facing something, but because you are waiting for something.
.The rhyme of a piece of music brings joy and sorrow to the world. A touch of vicissitudes of life fills the sleeves, leaving no trace of worldly sentiments. Dance a lifetime of prosperity between your fingers, and play a romantic and melancholy song. Carry a bright moon and a wisp of breeze through the dust and smoke of thousands of years. The delicate fingers of loneliness slide over the sadness of the soul, showing how much affection remains.
How many smiles and tears flowed. Suddenly I looked back, and in a dream, I devoted my whole life of tenderness and poetry. When I looked back in confusion, I had already lost you.
In the blink of an eye, the smoke and clouds dispersed with the wind, transforming into lonely pine trees on the golden roof. Divide, unite and unite love in the world, originate and destroy everything. All thoughts are gone, and I am becoming haggard. I only envy the monks who are outside the world. I, the Buddha, am merciful and save suffering people, and I am willing to escape to the empty door to save all sentient beings.
. Touching red lips, trying to say something but giving up, whispering beautiful poems, writing poems about leaving people, drunk and happy, reluctant to pick fallen flowers, a few lights, dim all night, lingering in the past life, wind and frost crushing the plum blossoms, rubbing the flowers. The orchid display window opens the folding fan, the head is steamed and pillowed with blue flowers, and a dark curtain rolls up, reflecting on the past and present.
. The years are fleeting with a flick of the fingers, and the dust of singing disperses, and the thoughts are lost; touch the strings lightly, as delicate as the wind, for whom will the thoughts be broken? The feelings wrapped around the fingers, the attachment of a lifetime, in the harmony of the pipa, It interprets the nostalgia of the years one after another; when the love is deep, the loneliness is hard to hide, and the whisper in the ears is like a sigh when the flowers fall; the love is endless, and who can pity the loneliness in the whole life, spreading silently in the hazy surroundings ; Holding a stream of running water, carrying a breeze, dyed the flower paper white.
.Look, who is sitting under the Bodhi tree, counting the fallen flowers that reincarnate season after season. The soft murmurs, rustling sighs, and gurgling lovesickness charm Rouge's voluptuous youth. Listen, who is playing a sad string sound in the three thousand mortal world. Who is it, intoxicated in the mist and red dust, writing the wind, flowers, snow and moon in the world with the fragrance of ink? A Tang poem, a Song poem, a flute music, ripples of the nostalgia of the past and present life.
. At this moment, I miss you but don’t see you. When I see you, I no longer miss you.
.No matter how much you talk to someone who has nothing to do with you, it is still nonsense.
.A mountain can't separate two people from missing each other, and the end of the world can't separate them from each other without words. I will miss you for three lives, drink that bowl of Mengpo soup alone, and bury myself in the bones of the mountain. For a while, listen to the trickling water, and the breeze is dancing with the falling flowers! Listen to the wind, it can't finish my lifelong thoughts, the long and thin water can't finish my lifelong love.