There is a swing in the wall, a road outside the wall, pedestrians outside the wall, and a beautiful woman in the wall smiling. Su Shi's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers"

The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it at all. Liu Yong's "Butterflies Love Flowers"

Tearing eyes looked at the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"

If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal"

There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart. Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms"

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Drink a cup of old wounds and get drunk in the falling leaves In the beautiful years, the green hair is dancing, the wind is blowing the soft intestines, the clothes are fluttering, raising endless melancholy.

The giant wheel of time is constantly entangled with the chains of the past, and the sadness of the passing years cannot touch the smoke and clouds stretching in the sky. Now I am like a white fox who is nostalgic for the world of mortals, waiting for a thousand years and being lonely for a thousand years.

Please don’t leave me. I haven’t had time to remember your appearance clearly, and I’m afraid we’ll be separated again in the next life. Promise me, don't leave me alone in that lonely corner. I'm really afraid that I won't be able to find you in the next life.

Your sadness has carved the thoughts of a pear tree. Fate starts from the time when a pear blossom falls in the rain, with the coolness of the disc's words, and the swaying dance of the jade lotus.

This is a season of tears and rain. The rain is like scattered melancholy, and the fate is like floating clouds floating in the wind of lovesickness. A spare song of lovesickness tears fall silently into the dust, completely lost in the confusion. in the long night.

The sound of the piano played by your ten fingers is melodious and affectionate, like mottled longings floating in the wind. The sobs of the breeze fall into your soft intestines, like long floating clouds, singing the vicissitudes of lovesickness.

The rain of pear blossoms awakened the dream of the banana tree in just one night, disturbed the maple leaves, and dyed the plum blossoms red. They were inlaid on the acacia branches, slightly revealing the coldness. feelings.

The tears and rain flow gently, going back and forth between the clouds and the water, lingering in the gentle words of the wind and catkins, there is an infatuation of separation, attachment and cherishment that is gentle, lingering, lingering and sad. .

If leaving can make you happy and never think about you again, then I am willing to hide in my corner and watch you quietly and bless you. If not, please don’t deceive yourself.