1, the ancient rhyme beauty sells, and the guest still breaks the bridge; The paper umbrella is thin, and Yun Guan is miserable. Drunk in the western suburbs, playing the flute to show my hair. Qingming mourning, offering a lifetime of arrogance, tears shaking candles; Time flies, cockroaches have been covered with autumn wormwood. Su Mu Gai, singing wine and composing songs in the Red Chamber; Yu Meiren who carved and danced; Drunk flowers, cold and lonely; Golden wisps of music, how many volumes float and sink; Partridge sky, gazing at the past life ... What a pity that the misty rain is fading away and Leng Yue is slightly shallow in attracting China? How to sleep?
2, the ancient rhyme is beautiful and dull, and the whole Yan state is eternal and old, gently bouncing off the smoke and dust on your body, and the vague thoughts draw a shallow rest for you, no longer waiting in the vows of the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, no longer waiting in the romantic words of that time, who depicts the sorrow of the world, spreads in troubled times, whose endgame is spent in the middle of the night, and whose tears float in the fleeting time?
3, the ancient rhyme is beautiful and affectionate. Love, print two hearts. Against the secular dust, the flying eagle is more and more relieved. Your kindness drives me crazy. So charming, so pathetic. Small hands embrace each other, and tenderness depends on each other. The lingering embroidery obscured the spring scenery. A smile is your heart, and a word warms my heart. Looking back on the unfinished fate of my previous life, I shed tears and blamed Meng Po. Missed the wishes of several generations of buddhas. Yuanyang's neck is empty. There is no end to hatred.
4. Cook a glass of wine to warm your heart and drink the vicissitudes of life; If you close a window, you can't hide your sadness everywhere. Who is still singing at the end of the cloud curtain? Cut a lamp and cross the red makeup in the sky. Are you still the same as before? When you wake up, there is nowhere to hide when you are lonely. Are you as obsessed as I am?
5, the aftertaste of ancient charm, beauty and fragrance is close, and you can't smell the burning of vows. When your wish turns to ashes, pray again. The seas run dry and the rocks rot too little. It's been a long time. Without thinking, you can't tell the past of your dreams. Willing to give up the light. Just for you, I just want to be crazy, promise.
6, the ancient rhyme beauty deep tears, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. A wisp of leaves is falling in the autumn wind. There is no limit to the sea of suffering, how can we turn back to the shore? After Qian Fan, how can you look back on the places you have been? Empty and sad. A person looking at the distant Millennium, obsessed with memories, can the end of reincarnation be never to say goodbye? Who was crushed by the vicissitudes of loneliness? Whose thoughts are hidden in the tearful back? After thousands of years of sadness, who buried my last tear?
7. The beautiful butterfly shadow of ancient rhyme is divided into a world of love, a love song only for you, a thousand years old, and I am willing to dance for you all my life. Draw a cell. I can't wait to grow old forever. I crave the ethereal world, and my eyes are full of tears. Who will gently wipe off this poison that breaks my heart for me? Tears are accompanied by infatuation. I hope that the flowers will not fall, and the fate will not come apart. Don't think about me.
8, the ancient rhyme and beautiful rhyme, the dream flower building, the maple leaves burning flowers, the cold clothes warming the snowy mountains, the frivolous teenagers hesitant to read the fire, drunk and drunk, trying to stop the old building, dyed cockroaches, exhausted their words, worried about their lives, burned their hearts, missed the bright muscles, waved their sleeves and smiled, drunk and greedy, and committed peach blossoms.
9. The beauty of ancient rhyme is infected by being forced to be lonely, so it's no harm to wait alone. Remember your hopes. My heart is broken in myself. Sigh lightly, make a few prosperous, beautiful as a roll, but not fleeting. If you can go back to Iraqi company, what's the harm of asking how much wine you drank? Fire and smoke, fascinated by love. Draw the ground as a prison, when to lock the heart? Your death is over. The world is full of war and smoke, and Iraqis are drunk. Can we use day and night geometry? Although you are rich, what's the use of your concubine if she can't be with you?
65438+ backhand pipa, full moon in the west wing, velvet snow on the sleeve. The soul is still drunk, and the willow withered by the river. When will it stop? If you want to leave your sadness, who will look back at you for the rest of your life?
1 1, one song and one glass of wine. Heartbroken, lovesick. If time goes back, can we play music from all over the world together? If reborn, can you compose music only for Iraqis? Wrong, wrong, wrong song, wrong song, wrong life. Miss someone, miss someone, miss someone. Listen, listen to warm music, listen to cold music, and understand the heart. If you are a woman, please hum along. If you are a man, please be careful what you say.
12, the ancient rhyme and beautiful prose holds the sword for you. The more tireless Qian Shan is, the more rivers and mountains are covered, and the stormy waves are lapping on the shore, making blood shed on earth. It's warm in the sunset across the cliff, and I promise you a lifetime oath, unchanged, because of you, my only attachment in this life. Breaking the wolf wants to fight, and the lone star is cold; Gone with the world of mortals, seven kills and seven kills. What's the difference between purple and sky? In troubled times, the sky was opened with a sword, and I couldn't bear to see this floating chaos, but I finally sent a beautiful thing with this broken state funeral!
13, the ancient rhyme and beautiful prose is a ray of light sorrow, and the sorrow and hatred continue. The soul flies for thousands of years to find Iraq, but it can't wake up. The lovesick person is haggard and listens to thousands of tears at midnight. After the fleeting time, the dream returns to the water's edge, the smoke breaks people's spirits, the world of mortals is full of tears, and the wind is dark and crisp. Exhausted elegance, lonely face. Whose mind was broken? A dress caressed the cold light of the moon and crossed the barrier of Qian Shan, only for a brief lingering.
14, the ancient rhyme and beautiful prose falls gently and melts little by little. Looking from a distance, there is a trace of heartache. Flowers are endless, and goodness is like flowing water. Beauty is far away, lovesickness is bitter, and it is hard to pay. It's hard to give up and it's hard to stay. It's a moonlit night, and then it becomes sand between your fingers. At that moment, the flowers fell and you resigned. At that moment, Shao Hua was nowhere to be found. At that moment, the lonely shadow wet the clothes with tears.
15, the dust settled and the lead was washed away. Who trapped her hand and poured it out of the world? Those prosperous sorrows will eventually become the past, please don't be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful and thrilling. Unreal and boundless, once met, I will never forget it. The past, covered by years, is fleeting and hastily covered with a touch of sadness. -Sing a long song and cry, for those promises that cannot be fulfilled, and for the deepest love in my life. Eventually dissipated into clouds?
16, ancient rhyme and beautiful prose At that time, the years were quiet and good, and I looked across a stream of autumn water. However, the winter snow withered, and I was lonely and snuggled up all my life. Years have washed my heart and become the reincarnation of strangers. The flowers on the other side have fallen, and the most important thing is to miss each other. I've been alone for thousands of years, and my heart is hard to get drunk. Hugh also said that when you feel palpitations, you can't escape them. You can't escape at first sight. You promised each other. Hugh also said that you loved to the end of your life, but it was that goodbye, and you lost each other.
65438+ Yiren Mo, etc., there is nowhere to think, love and hate are both sad, and I hope to have a dream in the distance, and I will be sad for this life if I don't wake up or sleep!
It's hard to say that love is the loss of parting, but when I look back, my back is faint and bleak. It's really sad I made a promise to grow old together, went to my corner, was scolded by myself and lived a sad life.
19, the beauty of ancient rhyme is like a fleeting time, and the old age has retired. Picking up crayons again, heartbroken sentences, dripping thick ink makes people sad. There is a bright moon on the 24th Bridge in Yangzhou, and the figure is mottled. Huang Lin hates playing the flute, and the snow covers the mountain. At dusk in court, my heart sank and I didn't see the clue of things early. I have been a guest of and heaven remains our neighbourhood for a long time, and I have lost my beauty. I always have a thousand customs, and I just pity each other. Time flies no longer, hair turns gray early, fate is inextricably linked, and youth has been lost.
20. The beautiful ancient style suddenly looks back, and the dust of the past can't bear to linger. Since the youth left, it has dimmed the prosperity of this world, leaving only a few lonely shadows. The lone ranger under the moon is a sorrow for the shadows; A love that consumes everything lacks people's appreciation. Who can lead the world of mortals to fly alone? Lonely and haggard, I looked at my sword sadly. On the way, I didn't see the trace of plain clothes again. Swallow in front of the hall, soaked in misty rain, singing the moon flying alone, lotus under the moon, clearing ripples, swinging mud, people in the building, dyeing acacia.
2 1, aesthetic ancient life has countless passers-by, coming and going, passing by, like a dream. However, nothing can be left, one moment at a time, like a phoenix blowing a baby, like water overflowing an ant nest, it is doomed in an instant. Among 3,000 passers-by, there will always be a soul mate who meets in this life and meets again in the next life. I am willing to exchange countless flashy moments for an immortal eternity and continue an immortal chapter, but maybe it is just a dream.
22. Looking back at Naihe Bridge for the last time, the last trace of nostalgia for the world of mortals turned into two lines of clear tears on my pale cheeks. Tears entered Meng Po Tang and stayed in Sansheng Stone and past lives. Many samsaras came to my eyes, 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? If you dream, you will get a hundredfold harvest!
23. Aestheticism and ancient customs, there is bitterness in bitterness, and there are several knots in my heart. Just with heartache, I left, indifferent to attachment, I can know my old face. Sometimes, I will cry and ask if I miss you, a glass of wine, enjoying the lonely moon alone, and being lofty for thousands of years. I want to be drunk alone, I just want to wake up! Obsessed with the concept of samsara, the beauty of Qing dynasty can be remembered and forgotten, seeing things without thinking about people, being a stranger, beautiful, falling in love with the whole country, confusing the world, and seeing the whole world with a bright moon.
24, the United States and ancient customs are strange to the reed, half of them are flowers, and the Qing palace people don't call. It is better to die in the cold river, don't ask questions, remember to solve problems, especially since ancient times, the king has not been deeply happy, difficult, and love and hate are unfinished. Being infatuated with the moon, singing without disorder, quietly leaving regret, not being lonely, and dreaming without returning are also Zen in this life. Rouge doesn't hide beauty, Tao is sorrow, not dew, two feelings can't stay, lovesickness can't go away, and flowers are indifferent.
25. A beautiful ancient bridge is called helplessness. A river, called Forgetting River. On the banks of Sansheng Stone, Iraqis are still there. I am willing to accompany you to laugh three thousand times, leaving a wound without regrets. Remember, beauty is like jade, breaking the void. Unfortunately, Hong Fei has tried his best to worry about every word, and it is hard to think about it. Between the flowers and the moon. He smiled and drank Meng Po soup. She won't cry for beauty. And the rain is invincible, and the world is worried. If there is an afterlife, it will be a beautiful city. This love, who knows!
26, the beautiful ancient past is lazy, the bright moon is here, the wind gently shakes the leaves, the early autumn dusk is rustling, and acacia is worried. Who can comfort, the mood is sad and thin, the night is still early, who doesn't sleep, the moonlight is sad and tears, I am alone, thinking or breaking, the moss turns into snow late, the flowers don't thank, and I forget. Thousands of cities are not found, and the Tao is reincarnation.
27. Aestheticism is a strange festival. Acacia don't cry, especially sad. Just sad. It's heartbreaking I've been looking for it for half my life. If you don't meet at close range, you won't forget it. What should I think? Drinking also hurts, but it's sad. Is the most affectionate, but it is parting. I don't know why I fell in love. I have a thin face and a hazy figure. I can't hold it. I used to be gentle and unfinished in my hands, but the ending is over. For three thousand years, the two worlds have been out of touch with each other, and only the dusty road is chaotic.
28. Looking back on the beautiful past life, this life has become attached and the world of mortals is rolling. Who can talk to! The so-called Iraqis, water side, hard to rely on, tears flow thousands of times! A person leaning against the window, the bright moon in the sky, looking around, a person sad! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, I think about it day and night, and I look forward to it every night! Magpie in the branches, with sadness, hopeless heart, tears spilled on the skirt! Time flies, how can it be wasted? Beauty is easy to get old, but how to flow? If you are interdependent, don't leave!
29. Aestheticism is who lingers beside the building and who waits beside the ancient road. Looking back on the Millennium, one hundred years of loneliness. Lonely who accompany, lonely who * * *. Past life's brush shoulder, this life's meeting. Love flies in the wind and loves to play in the rain. Once wishful thinking, once infatuated, woke up with the wind. At this moment: love is silent, love is silent. Tears moistened my eyes and filled my heart.
30, all the way to the ancient charm, all the way to the scenery, flowers bloom and fall, the world is cold and warm, tender feelings are speechless, and the wind blows away the gathering and parting! A grain of sand can be seen at the bottom of the sea, a waiter intoxicated for thousands of years, and a drop of water can be seen all over the world. Sadness and joy have melted into rain and tears. One person, one disability, clearly visible. Thousands of years have passed, how can you forget?
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Fifth grade: Momo language