You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.
You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born.
Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.
I am far away from you, and you are far away from me.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.
Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night and live in the grass.
The years are quiet and the reality is stable. But how much love in this world is the wrong time to meet. We shouldn't have obsession, but we have the illusion of ten miles of peach blossoms. But our persistence is often not enough time to sigh.
Second,' The Book of Songs Peak Drumming'
Drums are dull and soldiers actively use them. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone.
From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried.
Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.
It is said that karma and harmony, and that you should not be too persistent when you meet someone you love deeply. But you just don't believe it. The best way for you to believe in love is to hold hands and swear to grow old with your son. But how many of your vows can be fulfilled?
Third, "Li Si" Yuan Zhen
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
The barren world is not your best. But after I have seen the mountains, the water and you, the rest of the beauty has become a thing of the past, and only you have become the only one.
Fourth, "evil"
Evil! I want to know you and live a long life.
There are no tombs in the mountains, rivers are exhausted, and Lei Zhen is in winter.
Summer rain and snow, heaven and earth close, but dare to break with you!
The best way to love is to hold hands. The vows you and I have made have also amazed the years, but we dare not break with you, but often break with reality.
Fifth, the "Queqiao Xian" piano hall.
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.
When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge!
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
You and I love each other, even if we are apart, we dream of the future. But after the reunion of Queqiao, is our affection really still there?
Six, "Butterfly Lovers" Liu Yong
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.
In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
It is said that the best love is giving and fulfilling. I don't regret saying that my clothes are getting wider, and I don't complain if I am haggard. But countless tossing and turning nights, who knows your loneliness?
Seventh, "Mulan Ci" Nalan Xingde.
If life is just like the first time, what is the west wind painting fan?
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night.
More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before.
Fate is not thin for you, and you finally met and fell in love. But after holding hands, how many people can stand the desolation and dullness of the years? Is the first beauty still there?
Eight,' Jiangchengzi' Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
Cool thin's earthly world, you and I meet and walk together. But in a blink of an eye, life and death are boundless, and our life has also become death. Without you, no matter how beautiful the time is, without you, there is nowhere to tell.
IX. "Operator" Li Chi Ngai
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred.
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
You and I met and fell in love, but we had to part. You and I are separated, perhaps under the oath of life and death. But countless cold and lonely nights, do you look at the moon like me?
X. Yuan Haowen in Qiu Yan's Ci
Ask what love is in the world and teach life and death.
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
You should say something. There are layers of Wan Li, and there is dusk snow in Qian Shan, so who will take the shadow?
Hengfen Road, those days were lonely, drums were beating and smoke was flat.
What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.
The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.
For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.
We don't know love, but we are committed to life and death, but we have no regrets. But fate is a little less good for you, so that a story that could have been told by Sang Ma turned into regret. Li Mochou couldn't forget it, chanting "Happy fun, bitter parting, what a silly child." The white head turned into magic. ...