The boundless land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.
Allow him to be pure and turbid in everything, and he will fall into reincarnation just because of your smile.
I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song.
Who will burn the smoke away and scatter the ties of vertical and horizontal ties.
Listen to the broken string and cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. I am happy for you, but you don’t know it.
Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The overthrowing country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and the shadows were startling.
In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the city and the country.
When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, the flowers will fall and the people will die.
Still water flows deep, and the sound of music plays songs; in three lives, the clouds and sunshine wax and wane, and the joys and sorrows of one day come together.
The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.
Like flowers and beautiful families, time flies by like a fleeting time. We can’t go back to the past, but we can’t go back to the beginning.
Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely.
This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand at midnight.
Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking or forgetting, thousands of miles away in a solitary grave, with no place to express desolation.
Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea.
Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Mountains and rivers are handed over, and I smile for you
A few moments of lamentation and joys and sorrows of several lifetimes
It’s ridiculous that my fate is up to me and I can’t help it.
The passage of time
Dream back to the waterfront
Watch the fireworks and the full moon.
The fog cleared, I woke up from the dream, and I finally saw the reality, which was the silence after thousands of sails had passed.
At the two ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other
Destinations gather and disperse like water, carrying the world on our backs, just for a word, waiting for the next meeting.
Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch from generation to generation; just like in my heart, you have never left or changed.
That’s it, the mountains and rivers will never meet again.
If you don’t look back, why not forget.
Since there is no chance, why do you need to swear?
Everything today is like water without a trace.
No matter what day or night, you are no longer a stranger.
The heart is slightly moved, but the love is far away, things are not the same, people are not the same, everything is different, and the past cannot be pursued.
Maybe it’s the marriage from the previous life
Maybe it’s the fate of the next life
It’s a mistake to meet in this life
It just adds to a fruitless grudge. .
One year after another, one day after another, one autumn after another, one generation after another
One gathering and one parting, one joy and one sadness, one couch and one body Lying, in a dream all my life
Looking for a group of acquaintances, he and I will be together for a while
Those are just acquaintances, playing for a while and singing for a while.
Always born in unexpected years. Looking back to the other side. Even though the scene of discovery is long.
There is a kind of forbearance that actually contains a kind of power, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession.
Just looking back at you makes me miss you.
Toast a glass and get drunk alone. After drinking the snow, I feel confused and one year old.
Turn around, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the passing snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Will you save me in the next life?
One flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a lifetime for one person.
The relationship in this world is always like water, and tears are rarely needed. How can we spend a lifetime of love? Don't be sentimental, for love will hurt yourself.
Whoever accepts someone’s calamity becomes someone’s obsession.
If you act wild
I will accompany you with wine in this life.
Who wakes up from the coma in this world? Spring silkworms spin out love threads in the air, twisting and pinching themselves. They always trick people into confusing them. What’s the use of persistence in a moment of prosperity?
I try to climb to the top to see the bright moon, but when I open my eyes, I look down at the world of mortals. I feel so pitiful that I am the only person in my eyes.
The endless strands of separation sorrow are cut off, and the farewell thoughts are still confused and endless.
ah! Just like the invisible green mountains, the green water flows endlessly!
There is a desire to be a confidant, and the love is thousands of miles away, and the heart is moved; the feeling is just close, and the soul is lingering in the heart.
It turns out that the oaths made to each other have always been in vain!
The water is far away and the mountains are far away, and I miss lovesickness. Love and knowledge are hard to give up, so why don't they fly apart?
The most beautiful thing is the endless gaze, as if we have met before in the past life
The meaning of throwing red beans in the air is long, where are the people in the mountains and rivers, the tenderness of chivalrous bones always causes sorrow.
People can never see through the mirror, but the smoke and clouds between my fingers. Thousands of years in the world are like my blink of an eye
The sky and the flying snow once had a one-night stand! !
Looking at the moon shape to protect each other, I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals.
The most beautiful thing is the infinite gaze, as if we have met before in the previous life~~~~~~~~
The meeting is the front edge, and the wind and rain are gone, drifting away.
The illusion is vast, and once you meet, you will never forget it. It doesn't matter if you smile when you meet the master, but you don't know him.
The tears are sour and the blood is salty. I regret that my hands are spicy and my mouth is sweet. I only know that there is no sea of ??bitterness in the world. Gold and silver are white, but when I see you, my eyes are red and my heart is black. I don't know where I am. There is a blue sky above.
If life is just like the first time we met, what will happen? The autumn wind is sad and the painting fan can easily change, but the heart of an old friend can change easily. The words of Lishan say that after a clear night, half tears, rain, and even bells, there will be no regrets in the end. How can I be so lucky? My wishes for that day
Thousands of thoughts in my heart, thousands of miles away. Beautiful scenery and good weather, there is no sympathy for each other, but no plan to pity each other!
The beauty is far away, the lovesickness is painful, and the feelings are difficult to deal with. Ten years of love and a hundred years of love, I can't bear to miss you!
How to deal with people who slander me, bully me, humiliate me, laugh at me, belittle me, belittle me, scold me, or lie to me?
You can only tolerate him, let him, let him go, avoid him, be patient with him, respect him, ignore him, wait for a few more years, and just look at him
Just a little bit of duckweed Where? Come Qianqian, the long waves are fluttering and the dreams are knotted, and the waves are wandering. Look at its silk roots on the clear stream, swimming coldly and silently. Luan mirror, blue bird next to red wine, dying, gradually forgetting Su Su's slender fingers, not knowing how to think about it. Don't ask where the fallen flowers will go. They will hurt when they fall, and they will be cold if they stay.
Ashes return to dust, soil returns to earth, drifting in the wind, dancing in the rain, even if we practice together, we will eventually return to loess.
Who can complain about loneliness? Even as a preface, it’s always an easy task. I had known it would be difficult to fight, but I regretted not keeping him at that time. In addition to being charming and upright, he is also unique and connected to others. He can raise his eyebrows a thousand times without thinking about them for a day.
When I wake up from drunkenness in the afternoon, the pine windows and bamboo doors are filled with all kinds of charm. Wild birds fly in, and it’s normal leisure again. But it's the white gull that blames the white gull for looking at people who want to do it but don't want to do it. The old allies are all here, but the newcomers are here, why don't they say anything?
Thousands of clouds rise over the peaks, and sudden rains can be seen in a blink of an eye. The sun is setting over the trees further away, how can the scenery create a picture? The green flag sells wine, and there is no human being on the other side of the mountain. As long as the scenery is bright, there will be nothing to do this summer.
Both feet step on the waves of the world, and one shoulder carries all the sorrows of the past and present.
The number of articles in the world, the number of articles in Xiaoxiang, the number of articles in Xiaoxiang, the number of articles in my hometown, the number of articles in my hometown, my brother, I revised the articles for my brother
Zhangtai Liu, Zhangtai Liu, are they still green in the past? Even if they are still there today? The long strip seems to hang down like old, but it should also be broken by other people's hands
The vain and talented people have soared into the clouds, and their arms have never been opened in their lives. Where are the birds and the fallen flowers? The bamboos are dead and the tung trees are withered and the phoenixes are not coming. A good horse is hoofed because it has no owner, and old friendships are mourned by the end of the string. Jiuquan Mo sighs, separated by three lights, and sends Wenxing into the night stage.
Life is a big dream. How many cool autumn nights have come? The maple leaves are already singing. Looking at the corridor, the wine is on the brow. I am often sad. There are few guests and the moon is bright. Many clouds hinder the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Playing the sword and singing loudly across Jingzhou, throwing red beans in the air has a long meaning. Where are the people in the mountains and rivers? Chivalry and tenderness always cause trouble.
Standing alone at the cold window, the moon is long, meditating on the rainy spring night. I wander around and laugh with the wind. Everyone's crazy dreams are different.
The phoenix rests on the sky, how can you know that it is not recharging its energy? One day, it will be a blockbuster. It will dance for nine days!
The world is beyond my generation, and the years have rushed me as soon as I enter the world; the emperor's picture When he talks and laughs, life is too drunk
Sing up when you win and stop when you lose. Many sorrows and hates are also long. There is wine today. I will be drunk today. I will worry tomorrow. I will worry tomorrow.
It is useless to miss lovesickness. It's okay to be melancholy and be mad.
Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch for generations; just like in my heart, you have never left and never changed.
That’s it, the mountains and rivers will never meet again.
Man and heaven are separated from each other. How can we forget each other? How can we laugh and be startled?
You don’t know that I exist in the world, and I don’t know that you exist in the world. Isn’t it unclean? Once we met by chance, we missed each other bitterly for three years. The love was so strong that it hurt people deeply. I would rather be careless than ruthless. Why bother, why bother? I hope we never meet each other by chance in this life...
Don't be happy when you get something, don't complain when you lose it; you must believe in the beauty of the world, drifting like flying flowers.
Last year the flowers dropped off the guests, now they are like butterflies flying apart.
Every fate in life is determined, and before it ends, everyone is just wishful thinking. Even if there is nothing to do, the ignorant ones will ignore it, and the affectionate ones will just cry in the wind and face the moon. The poor person who died may not know that this life is really painful and sad, and there will be no end. After all, it is not as good as grass, trees and stones. It is ignorant and unconscious, but it is clean in heart
If you don't look back, why don't you forget. Since there is no fate, why make an oath? Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace. Tomorrow and tomorrow, you are no longer a stranger.
We are destined to meet, but not to be together. We are far apart from each other, but I hope to remember each other;
We met too late and fell in love too slowly. I am in a dilemma whether we are separated by fate or we are separated by fate. Can we go ashore when we turn around?
The weather is getting cold. , the world has grown old, and the vicissitudes of the world have made me cry. It’s so difficult to let go, and my heart is empty. I want to let it go, but I can’t let it go? The sky has dawned, lighting up the tears? The tears have dried up, and I am wandering on the pillow? I woke up from the dream, so Is it hard to let go? My heart is broken, I can’t forget even if I want to. I walk sadly step by step, more lonely than alone? My dedication is still bitter in the end, more blurry than vague? I can’t keep your care, and I feel more disappointed than let down. ? My care is destined to suffer, which is more wrong than a mistake
My heart is slightly moved, but my love is far away. Things are not the same, people are not the same, everything is not the same, and the past cannot be pursued
Everything If it's too late, fate will inevitably end early.
In the vast space and time, in the vast sea of ??people, I am so lucky to meet you!
If it were me who spoke first, would life still flow smoothly
Maybe it was the marriage in the previous life or the fate of the next life. Meeting each other in this life only adds to a fruitless grudge.
The depth of the ocean water in humanity is not even half as deep as lovesickness. There is still an end to the sea water, and there is no limit to the longing for love.
The fine clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
Why be sentimental, why be infatuated. If the flowers were sentimental, they would have withered long ago.
If a person is passionate, haggard, haggard...
If a person is at the end of the world, why not be haggard. When wine goes into a golden bottle, why not get drunk?
It is better to watch others being in pairs when you are drunk,
it is better than secretly crying about lovesickness when no one is around.
If fate is superfluous, let it go into separation; if goodbye is superfluous, try to be as ruthless as possible.
I can’t hear it either. Silence is better than sound. It’s all telepathy. It should be the wonderful Sanskrit sound.
How can we know that the love is so strong that the red silk threads cross a thousand paths and we end up together with different joys and sorrows? There is no need to be careful in how you behave;
People are human beings, and there is no need to deliberately be a human being.
It is high for the governor to save trouble and tolerate things, and it is a blessing to respect others and make others tolerant.
A chivalrous man should not take lightly an alliance, and a beautiful woman should not take an alliance lightly, for fear that she will die for me.
People are different, today is not yesterday, autumn is the same as before, people are empty and thin
I am not you, I cannot understand Yi from him. Come and go without hindrance. They were filled with great sadness and joy, and they all talked about how close they were to each other.
Why was it so boring in the past? Now it’s so boring to think about it now!
You give me a drop of tear, and I see the whole ocean in your heart. Year after year, day by day, autumn after autumn, one generation gathers and one parting, Happy and sad, lying on the same couch, looking for an acquaintance in a lifetime and a dream, we know each other for a while, we play for a while and sing for a while
The sky is still cold and the water is still there in the lights, shadows and sounds. In the cold dream, silk and bamboo sing softly outside the building and the mountain. Outside the building and the mountain, no one has returned. No one has returned. The wild goose is looking back. The person who has passed by the Forgotten River and played the piano is in tears. Where is the river
Who wakes up from the twilight of the world? Spring silkworms spin love threads in the sky, twisting and pinching themselves. They always trick people into confusing them. What's the use of persistence in a moment of prosperity?
I try to climb to the top to see the bright moon, but when I open my eyes, I look down at the world of mortals. I feel so pitiful that I am the only person in my eyes.
The endless strands of separation sorrow are cut off, and the farewell thoughts are still confused and endless. ah! Just like the invisible green mountains, the green water flows endlessly!
There is a desire to be a confidant, and the love is thousands of miles away, and the heart is moved; the feeling is just close, and the soul is lingering in the heart.
It turns out that the oaths made to each other have always been in vain!
The water is far away and the mountains are far away, and I miss lovesickness. Love and knowledge are hard to give up, so why don't they fly apart?
The most beautiful thing is the endless gaze, as if we have met before in the past life
The meaning of throwing red beans in the air is long, where are the people in the mountains and rivers, the tenderness of chivalrous bones always causes sorrow.
People can never see through the mirror, but the smoke and clouds between my fingers. Thousands of years in the world are like my blink of an eye
The sky and the flying snow once had a one-night stand! !
Looking at the moon shape to protect each other, I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals.
The most beautiful thing is the infinite gaze, as if we have met before in the previous life~~~~~~~~
The meeting is the front edge, and the wind and rain are gone, drifting away.
The illusion is vast, and once you meet, you will never forget it. It doesn't matter if you smile when you meet the master, but you don't know him.
The tears are sour and the blood is salty. I regret that my hands are spicy and my mouth is sweet. I only know that there is no sea of ??bitterness in the world. Gold and silver are white, but when I see you, my eyes are red and my heart is black. I don't know where I am. There is a blue sky above.
If life is just like the first time we met, what is the matter? The autumn wind is sad and the painting fan can easily change, but the heart of the old friend can change easily. The words of Lishan say that the heart of the old man can change easily after the midnight, half tears, rain and even bells, but no regrets in the end. How can I be so lucky? p>
Yi Lianzhi’s wish for that day
Thousands of thoughts in my heart, thousands of miles away. Beautiful scenery and good weather, there is no sympathy for each other, but no plan to pity each other!
The beauty is far away, the lovesickness is painful, and the feelings are difficult to deal with. Ten years of love and a hundred years of love, I can't bear to miss you!
How to deal with people who slander me, bully me, humiliate me, laugh at me, belittle me, belittle me, scold me, or lie to me?
You can only tolerate him, let him, let him go, avoid him, be patient with him, respect him, ignore him, wait for a few more years, and just look at him
Just a little bit of duckweed Where? Come Qianqian, the long waves are fluttering and the dreams are knotted, and I am hesitant. Look at its silk roots on the clear stream, swimming coldly and silently. Next to the blue bird in the mirror and the red wine, it is dying
flying, gradually forgetting about Su Su's slender fingers, not knowing how to think about it. Don't ask where the fallen flowers will go. They will hurt when they fall, and they will be cold if they stay.
Ashes return to dust, soil returns to earth, drifting in the wind, dancing in the rain, even if we practice together, we will eventually return to loess.
Who can complain about loneliness? Even as a preface, it’s always an easy task. I knew it would be difficult to fight, but I regretted not keeping him at that time. In addition to being charming and upright, he is also unique and connected to others. He can raise his eyebrows thousands of times without thinking about them for a day.
When I wake up from drunkenness in the afternoon, the pine windows and bamboo doors are filled with all kinds of charm. Wild birds fly in, and it’s normal leisure again. But I blame the white gull for looking at people who want to do it but don't want to do it. The old allies are all here, but the newcomers are here, why don't they say anything?
Thousands of clouds rise over the peaks, and sudden rains can be seen in a blink of an eye. The trees are farther away and the sun is setting. How can the scenery create a picture? The green flag sells wine, and there is no human being on the other side of the mountain. As long as the scenery is bright, there will be nothing to do this summer.
Both feet step on the waves of the world, and one shoulder carries all the sorrows of the past and present.
The number of articles in the world, the number of articles in Xiaoxiang, the number of articles in Xiaoxiang, the number of articles in my hometown, the number of articles in my hometown, my brother, I revised the articles for my brother
Zhangtai Liu, Zhangtai Liu, are they still green in the past? Even if they are still there today? The long strip seems to be hanging down like old, but it should also be broken by other people's hands
The vain and talented people have soared into the clouds, and their arms have never been opened in their lives. Where are the birds and the fallen flowers? The bamboos are dead and the tung trees are withered and the phoenixes are not coming. A good horse has no owner, and the heart of an old friend is mourning. Jiuquan Mo Tansan
The light separated and sent Wenxing into the night stage again.
Life is a big dream. How many cool autumn nights have come? The maple leaves are already singing. Looking at the corridor, the wine on the brows is often sad. There are few guests and the moon is bright. Many clouds hinder the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Playing the sword and singing loudly across Jingzhou, throwing red beans in the air has a long meaning. Where are the people in the mountains and rivers? Chivalry and tenderness always cause trouble.
Standing alone at the cold window, the moon is long, meditating on the rainy spring night. I wander around and laugh with the wind. Everyone's crazy dreams are different.
The phoenix rests on the sky, how could you know that it is not recharging its energy? One day, it will be a blockbuster. It will dance for nine days!
The world is like my generation, and as soon as I enter the world, the years will rush; the emperor's picture When he talks and laughs, life is too drunk
Sing up when you win and stop when you lose. Many sorrows and hates are also long. There is wine today. I will be drunk today. I will worry tomorrow. I will worry tomorrow.
It is useless to miss lovesickness. It’s okay to be melancholy and be mad.
Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch for generations; just like in my heart, you have never left and never changed.
That’s it, the mountains and rivers will never meet again.
Man and heaven are separated from each other. How can we forget each other? How can we laugh and be startled?
You don’t know that I exist in the world, and I don’t know that you exist in the world. Isn’t it unclean? Once we met by chance, we missed each other bitterly for three years. The love was so strong that it hurt people deeply. I would rather be careless than ruthless. Why bother? Why suffer? I hope we never meet each other by chance in this life...
Don't be happy when you win, don't complain when you lose; you must believe in the beauty of the world, drifting like flying flowers.
Last year the flowers dropped off the guests, now they are like butterflies flying apart.
Every fate in life is determined, and before it ends, everyone is just wishful thinking. Even if there is nothing to do, the ignorant ones will ignore it, and the affectionate ones will just face the wind and shed tears in front of the moon. The poor person who died may not know that this life is really painful and sad, and there will be no end. After all, it is not as good as grass, trees and stones. It is ignorant and unconscious, but it is clean in heart
If you don't look back, why don't you forget. Since there is no fate, why make an oath? Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace. Tomorrow and tomorrow, you are no longer a stranger.
We are destined to meet, but not to be together. We are far apart from each other, but I hope to remember each other;
We met too late and fell in love too slowly. I am in a dilemma whether we are separated by fate or we are separated by fate. Can we go ashore when we turn around?
The weather is getting cold. , the coldness is over, the world is old, the vicissitudes of the world have made me cry, it is so difficult to let go, my heart is empty, I want to let it go, but I can’t let it go? The morning has dawned, lighting up the tears? The tears have dried, and I am wandering on the pillow
Woke up from the dream, so hard to let go? My heart is broken, I can’t forget it? I walk sadly step by step, more lonely than alone? My efforts are still bitter in the end, more blurry than vague
You I can’t keep my care, is it worse than letting me down? My care is doomed to suffer, it’s worse than a mistake
My heart is slightly moved but my love is far away. Things are not the same, people are not the same, everything is not the same. ,The past cannot be chased
If anything is too late, fate will inevitably end early.
In the vast space and time, in the vast sea of ??people, I am so lucky to meet you!
If it were me who spoke first, would life still flow smoothly
Maybe it was the marriage in the previous life or the fate of the next life. Meeting each other in this life only adds to a fruitless grudge.
The depth of the ocean water in humanity is not even half as deep as lovesickness. There is still an end to the sea water, and there is no limit to the longing for love.
The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
Why be sentimental, why be infatuated. If the flowers were sentimental, they would have withered long ago.
If a person is passionate, haggard, haggard...
If a person is at the end of the world, why not be haggard. When wine goes into a golden bottle, why not get drunk?
It is better to watch others in pairs when you are drunk,
it is better than secretly crying about lovesickness when no one is around.
If fate is superfluous, let it go into separation; if goodbye is superfluous, try to be as ruthless as possible.
I can’t hear it either. Silence is better than sound. It’s all telepathy. It should be the wonderful Sanskrit sound.
How can we know that the love is so strong that the red silk threads cross a thousand paths and we end up together with different joys and sorrows? There is no need to be careful in how you behave;
People are human beings, and there is no need to deliberately be a human being.
It is high for the governor to save trouble and tolerate things, and to respect others and make others tolerant is a blessing.
A chivalrous man should not take our friendship lightly, and a beautiful woman should not take our alliance lightly, for fear that she will die for me.
People are different, today is not yesterday, autumn is the same as before, people are empty and thin
I am not you, I cannot understand Yi from him. Come and go without hindrance. They were filled with great sadness and joy, and they all talked about how close they were to each other. Why was it so boring in the past? Now it’s so boring to think about it now!
You give me a drop of tear, and I see the whole ocean in your heart. Year after year, day by day, autumn after autumn, one generation gathers and one parting, Happy and sad, lying on the same couch, looking for an acquaintance in a lifetime and a dream, we know each other for a while, we play for a while and sing for a while
The sky is still cold and the water is still there in the lights, shadows and sounds. In the cold dream, silk and bamboo sing softly outside the building and the mountain. Outside the building and the mountain, no one has returned. No one has returned. The word "wild goose" looks back. The man who passed the river and played the harp long ago is full of tears.
The flowers are falling all over the shoulders and the flute is playing. Where is the river among the lingering smoke and the sound of oars in the cold window
49.
If life were just like the first time we met
At that time, it was ordinary.